save a horse, ride a cowboy
PAIRING jeong yunho x f!reader
WORD COUNT 12.25k
GENRES fluffļ¹angstļ¹smut
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 thereās no real infidelity, reader embarrasses themselves on what iād 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 thatās 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 summerās long vacation in celebration, they leave their house in your care. at least you donāt have to worry about feeding the farm animals. but you do have to worry about the tall, handsome cowboy who does.
MORE AND SHEāS DONE oh my god, this fic actually pulled so much out of me i think i was the one seeing stars by the end.. š but iām 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 š THATS ENOUGH ABOUT ME THO,,, this fic was heavily inspired by the django performance if u couldnāt tell by the banner š and iād first like to thank the academy aka @kimsohn for encouraging me to write this and fueling my delusions ilysm maya <3 iād 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 werenāt the biggest fan of trips to your grandparentsā farm in the rural countryside.Ā
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.Ā
Everything was so tightly packed together, within walking distance if you didnāt 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.Ā
However, every summer until you were a senior in high school was a different story.Ā
Your parents wanted to keep you humble, you supposed, shipping you off to your grandparentsā 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 youād 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 werenāt 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 āretreatā would come to an end. Youād 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.Ā
And then your grandparents decided to retire.Ā
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 didnāt 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.Ā
But there was a bit of a setback.
āWhat do you mean someoneās living in the farmhouse behind their house?ā 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.
āYour grandma just only now told me, apparently it slipped her mind,ā you can hear the sympathy in her tone. āHeās this boy who grew up in the town and heās gonna take over the farm for them on the condition that they still live on the property. She said he shouldnāt get in your way and heās expecting your presence. Youāll only see him if you ever actually go out to the farm and when he brings groceries to the house.ā
āGreat. Another thing I didnāt sign up for.ā You mutter, giving your bedroom a once over to make sure youāre not forgetting anything. āIs there anything else I should know before I get there, like a secret pet or maybe a family living in the attic?ā
āWatch the attitude, Y/N,ā she warns, and you shut up immediately. āLook, I know this isnāt ideal. Youāre a grown adult and youād rather spend your summer going out with your friends, but you already told your grandparents you would do this for them. Itāll be over before you know it.ā
You sigh, nodding even though she canāt see it. At least you didnāt 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.Ā
Perhaps it was good for you that there would be someone else on the property. You mightāve started to feel scared being alone in the middle of nowhere for so long. Though, your boyfriend probably wonāt be the biggest fan of you staying within the vicinity of another man for three months. Youād just deal with that later.Ā
The drive to your grandparentsā farm is actually more peaceful than anything else. Driving for long periods of time wasnāt 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 wasnāt exactly what you had in mind.Ā
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 youāre an adult, you think you could learn to appreciate it and its beauty.Ā
As long as the guy living in the farmhouse didnāt bother you like your grandmother said, everything would beā
Oh.Ā
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 Collieās collar. The two turn around at the sound of your engine, stopping in their tracks once youāve parked.Ā
He brings a hand up to shield the sun from his eyes, watching cautiously as you park slowly. You donāt know why youāre so anxious, itās not like youāll be interacting with him much during your stay anyways. Thereās 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. Youāre starting to regret not dressing a little cuter, a little more presentable.Ā
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. Youād always been told not to talk to strangers, to keep your distance for your own safety, but you canāt help mirroring his expression with a small wave.Ā
āH-Hi,ā your voice wobbles and you kind of want to die just a bit. āIām Y/N. My grandparents mentioned you lived in the farmhouse out back, but didnāt give me a name or face to expect.ā
He extends his arm out and you shake his hand, albeit slightly nervously. His eyes squint when he glances between you and his dog. āItās nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Iām Yunho, and this is Yeoreum.ā
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 ownerās. 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.Ā
āYunho and Yeoreum,ā you repeat, a tiny grin on your face. āBefitting. Does she come with the property?ā
āUnfortunately, no. Sheās spoken for,ā he teases, a pout on his features. āBut she can visit whenever youād like. Jokes aside, did you need any help moving stuff into the house?ā
āThat would be great, actually!ā You scratch the back of your neck, lips pursing. Yunho waits for you to unlock the trunk of your car and places Yeoreumās 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 didnāt bring too much with you since you didnāt have plans to leave while you were housesitting and your grandparents werenāt so old fashioned that they didnāt have a washing machine. Still, you felt useless allowing this stranger youād just met to do all this manual labor on your behalf.
āDoes he always do this?ā You murmur to the Border Collie, falling to a seat on the lowest front porch step. She doesnāt 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.Ā
āYouāre a guest, itās just good hospitality for me to help.ā 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.Ā
āThereās a difference between helping and doing the work yourself. Youāre just being modest,ā you push yourself up to hand him Yeoreumās leash. āBut thank you anyway, that was really nice. Iām so tired from driving up here, so I think I wouldāve collapsed doing all that back and forth.ā
āYou should go rest,ā he glances at the house behind you. āThereās a whole three months of farm life ahead of you, so donāt wear your pretty little self out just yet.ā
Yunho salutes to you and takes his leave, walking around your grandparentsā house toward what you assume is the farmhouse. Your eyes are wide and your cheeks feel hot, and youāre well aware that itās not because of the summer heat. Your fingers clutch at the material of your t-shirt and you shake it to fan yourself.Ā
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.Ā
Yeah. Things would be alright. You hope.Ā
Itās a week into your stay on your grandparentsā farm when you bump into Yunho again.Ā
Youāre 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, youāve 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 wouldāve 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.
āSorry, I wasnāt expecting youā¦ā You apologize sheepishly, folding your towel over your arm and placing it on a barstool nearby.Ā
āN-No, youāre fine! I shouldnāt have just let myself in, itās kinda just a habit. You deserve your privacy without having to worry about whether or not Iām gonna barge in unannounced.ā He dismisses your apology with a wave of his hand. āIāll just put these up for you and then Iāll be on my way.ā
āCan I help?ā You waddle over to him, fingers laced behind your back. āIād feel bad watching you put my groceries away for me after going out and getting them.ā
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 otherās presence because of the lack of crossing paths. As youāre finishing up, you start grabbing the items you need for your cereal. He raises an eyebrow at you.
āYou donāt want something a little more filling?ā He suddenly questions, jutting his chin at your bowl.
āI would love that if I knew how to cook,ā you laugh. āIronic isnāt it? The granddaughter of two farmers canāt cook to save their life.ā
Yunho shakes his head with a chuckle, ruffling his hair. āWell, I donāt have to feed the horses for another hour if youād like for me to whip up something better than a bowl of cereal.āĀ
āReally?ā 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 didnāt want Yunho to think you were lazy or that you were too good. āYou donāt have to do that. I can survive on instant ramen and cereal, I swear.ā
āY/N,ā he says your name with a certain authority to it, and youāve never loved the sound of your name coming out of someone elseās mouth so much before. āI want to. Iām not the worldās greatest chef or anything, but I have a couple tricks up my sleeve.ā
āOkay, then,ā you nod, taking a seat at the island. You watch in awe as he dances around the kitchen and prepares something for you. Itās 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 youāve known him for a while. Itās almost like Yunho has been a casual part of your life for much longer than a week. Heās easy to get along with, easy to mold into what youāre used to.
And thatās 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 couldnāt in two years?Ā
The guilt settles in the pit of your stomach quickly. Sure, your boyfriend mightāve had a habit of forgetting important dates and didnāt give you half as much attention as he shouldāve, 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.Ā
āTa-da!ā 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 canāt help but reciprocate his expression when you see how delicious the food looks.
Heād 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 donāt remember the last time you had a home cooked breakfast, accustomed to the occasional muffin at the coffee shop near your house.
āāNot the worldās greatest chefā my ass,ā you grumble, pouting at his humbleness and his inability to be bad at anything. āI might just ask you to have breakfast with me every morning if you can chef it up this well.ā
That melodic laugh of his rings in your ears, his elbows resting on the island and his chin in his palms. āIām sure Yeoreum would appreciate a companion who isnāt me.ā
āHow long have you had her?ā You ask, shoveling more omurice into your mouth. If you werenāt so hungry and so appeased by how delicious it was, youād 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.Ā
āAlmost four years now. I had her for a year before I met your grandparents. She adores them, so itās no surprise that she likes you too.ā He has this fond gaze in his eyes as he talks about his beloved Border Collie and it makes your heart ache.Ā
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. Heās adept around the house, skilled in yard work and other random jobs like fixing leaky pipes and installing new appliances. Heās gentle, but doesnāt mind getting his hands dirty.Ā
Your parents would never meet him, though. After the summer was over, youād 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.Ā
Perhaps this stay would be harder to get through than you thought.Ā
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 heās wearing and uses it to wipe sweat from his forehead, revealing the toned abdomen he had been hiding from you up until now.Ā
You feel like youāre going insane, trying to pretend like youāre reading your book as you not so subtly gawk at his muscles straining with each bale he lifts. Itās crazy really, the effect he has on you doing his fucking job. Youāve made it a habit to sit out here and stare at him under the guise of various other things. Aside from being borderline obsessive, itās horrible because youāre 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 guiltā that self-preservationā has faded. Youāre dipping into another emotion that youāre too scared to explore.Ā
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 wouldāve 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 youāre spiraling.
The high temperatures of the summer coupled with your surroundings are contributing to your change in behavior. Yes. That made sense. You werenāt crazy.
With a bit more reprieve, youāre able to grab a tea towel and head back outside to clean up your mess. (Not unaccompanied by a couple glances in Yunhoās direction, but thatās fine. Perfectly healthy even. Itās normal to check up on a friend. At least, thatās what you tell yourself, but whoās holding you accountable?)
āYou know youāve been making me breakfast every morning without asking for anything in return,ā you speak up one morning, chin resting on the island. āIs there anything I can do to repay you?āĀ
Yunho purses his lips as he hands you your plate. āNah, I like cooking for you.ā
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. āOkay, well I wanna do something for you.ā
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 Yeoreumās ear, the area that youāve learned is her favorite. She pants joyfully, jumping on his leg excitedly. He looks between the two of you.
āMissy here needs a bath,ā he says, cooing at her. āI was gonna give her one later, after I cleaned out the stables, but if you donāt mind doing it.ā
āIād do just about anything for that precious girl,ā you nod enthusiastically. āConsider it done.ā
This is how you end up out back, dog shampoo in one hand and the water hose in the other.Ā
Yeoreumās 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, sheās pretty well behaved.
Sheās probably one of the only dogs whoās 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 isnāt 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 couldāve 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, itās like youāre being exposed to something different. You can see why your mom and dad didnāt want the city life to become a dependency.Ā
You preferred the view of cabs and cafĆ©s over cows and chickens in the past, but now you found a sense of familiarity in them. Youād 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 couldnāt 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.Ā
He constantly brought out parts of you that you didnāt know existed. This enigma, the one that emphasized how big of a role heās fulfilling in the short period of time youāve 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 wasnāt screaming at you. Your fear of change was a more pertinent issue to ignore, so you let it consume all else.Ā
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 itās 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 Yunhoās 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 youāre starting to wish you waited until afterward just in case you needed the assistance. And well, you definitely needed the assistance.Ā
Plucking the tail end of the mishap, Yunhoās 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 youād be house sitting while they were away and proudly showcased a photo of you, heās been enthralled by you. You had the face of an angel, or maybe a really enticing demon, he hasnāt cogitated it much yet.Ā
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.Ā
āUhā youā umā you should go inside and dry off before you catch a cold,ā Yunho keeps his eyes cast downward. Heās grateful that you donāt 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. āWhat do you mean ābefore I catch a coldā? Itās, like, a million degrees out.āĀ
āThe temperature drops at night and the sunās setting soon. Iāll handle it from here. Yeoreum ran off, so I gotta chase after her anyway and I donāt think you want her to soak you more than she already has.ā Heās insistent on shooing you away and getting you inside of the house. You huff.
āOkayā¦ If you say soā¦āĀ
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.Ā
In your defense, you didnāt think the hose won the battle by that much. You assumed youād 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 wouldāve gawked at him shamelessly if the roles were reversed. But at least youāre self aware! Right? The first step in recognizing that you have a problem, is admitting that you have a problem. Thatās what you think they say in those addiction commercials, but you could be wrong.Ā
Wow. Now you were comparing him to drugs. Though, you suppose there isnāt 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.Ā
You really had to quit it with the metaphor usage.Ā
Itās around midnight that night when the lightbulb in the bathroom goes out, halting you from finishing your bedtime routine.Ā
Youāre 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 grandparentsā 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 nightās air.Ā
A piece of you feels a little bad for bothering him so late, but you have no idea how to change a lightbulb. You donāt even know where the lightbulbs are. Besides, you think youād electrocute yourself if you made an attempt to do it on your own.Ā
You huff out a sigh and bring your knuckles up to knock at his door, waiting patiently for a response. Heās not asleep, you know this because heās mentioned that his internal clock doesnāt turn off until two in the morning. Circadian rhythms were an odd concept, so to each their own.Ā
āYunho! Itās Y/N! Open up!ā
When a few minutes have passed, you try the knob. Maybe it was a bitā¦ too presumptuous of you to enter his home without explicit permission. Yes, youād known each other for the better part of a month and a half, and yes, youād 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 wouldāve just waited outside. As you venture further in search of the cowboy, you stumble upon something you shouldnāt have.Ā
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 youāre 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.Ā
His head falls back every now and then, eyes fluttering shut when he runs his thumb over the slit. Heās so focused that he doesnāt 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.Ā
Just as quickly as you become distracted by the sight of Yunho jerking off, you become aware of what youāre 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 wasnāt that important, honestly. Youāre 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.Ā
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 werenāt supposed to see, werenāt supposed to bear witness to something so personal.Ā
Itās 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 youād never even dreamed of. And fuck, his dick, prettier and bigger than any other youāve ever seen.Ā
Your chest blushes with heat, an embarrassment washing over you when you realize youāre turned on. You should feel terrible for intruding on Yunhoās 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 youāve created for yourself.Ā
Yunho has been nothing but welcoming, kind and gentle with you, someone he didnāt even know the name of until last month. Someone whoās done everything in their power to repress this lifestyle for so long. And for some reason, it just comes so easily with him. You donāt 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.Ā
But when all is said and done, there will be somebody else waiting for you back home. Somebody who doesnāt know how to whip up omurice with freshly laid eggs. Somebody who isnāt even a dog person, who thinks pets are nuisances. Somebody who doesnāt live in the farmhouse behind your grandparentsā. Itās 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 thatās between you and whatever higher being exists out there.Ā
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.Ā
Yunho himself was doing his best to pretend like he hadnāt masturbated to the thought of you last night. He liked to think he was good at keeping his feelings under wraps. It wasnāt like he didnāt know you were in a relationship, heās 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.Ā
In the time that youāve been here, never once has it been awkward between you like this. The conversation usually doesnāt stop flowing, rolling on and on and filtering into things that donāt 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.Ā
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.
āSorry, I donāt know why Iām being so quiet today,ā Yunho says, though he knows itās a lie. āI guess I had a long night.ā
āOh, that reminds me,ā his mention of the previous night has you recalling the reason you went out to the farmhouse in the first place. āThe light in my bathroom went out, do you think you can fix it for me?āĀ
āYeah, for sure,ā he begins preparing your plate. āActually, I have this joke about lightbulbs. You wanna hear it?ā
Your lips curl into a smile, already attempting to hold back your laughter. With a raised eyebrow, you respond, āWhat is it?ā
āWhat did the lightbulb say to the light switch?ā He asks nonchalantly, taking a bite from his own piece of toast. Youāre failing miserably at acting like you donāt think the joke is funny, although he hasnāt even told you the punchline yet.
āI dunno, Yunho, what did the lightbulb say to the light switch?āĀ
āāYou turn me on.āāĀ
Thereās a pregnant pause as the joke resonates and you canāt 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 heās on top of the world just for bringing a smile to your face. God, he was down tremendously bad.Ā
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.
āAre you fucking serious, Y/N?āĀ
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 youāve only ever felt momentarily settles deep in your chest and deep in your stomach, though you technically havenāt done anything wrong.
Your abruptness startles Yeoreum and sheās 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, heās never wanted to be the cause of your relationship falling apart. He wanted you organically, not like this.
āSeojun! Wait!ā You call after him, holding up a hand to block out the harsh sunlight, tripping over your slippers. He scoffs.Ā
āWhat am I waiting for? You to spew some bullshit about how nothingās going on between the two of you? Iām not fucking stupid, Y/N. Iām not blind.ā He pops open his trunk and throws his bags in haphazardly.
āYouāre being unreasonable,ā you exclaim, rounding the car so youāre directly in front of him. āThere is nothing going on. Weāve 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?ā
āHe was just supposed to be the guy who lived in the farmhouse. He wasnāt supposed to bother you. Thatās what you told me, remember?ā Seojun is losing his patience, something that has always been the root of the problem when youāve gotten into past arguments. āHow do you expect me to react when I come to surprise you and see you being so close to another man?ā
āI was laughing at a joke he told me. Youāre making this a bigger deal than it is and blowing everything completely out of proportion. Iām sorry that it never came up that we became friends, but I didnāt do anything wrong. Iāve never once cheated on you in the three years weāve been together and for you to accuse me of that is so fucking low of you.ā Youāre not going to cry, not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing heās won. He thrives off of seeing your vulnerability and you wonāt let him have it.Ā
āI saw the way he was looking at you,ā he seethes, balling his hands into fists at his sides. āI know that look because thatās how I used to look at you.ā
A laugh devoid of any humor leaves you and he blinks. āThatās how you āused toā look at me? When did you stop? And why am I just finding this out?ā
āThatās notā that isnāt what I meant, Y/Nāā
āNo, Seojun. You did,ā you glance away from him, nipping at the inside of your cheek. āWeāre grasping for straws. We arenāt going anywhere anymore and we havenāt for a while now. Thatās why we're standing here arguing over this. I just want to know why you didnāt just tell me.ā
āIām too complacent,ā he sighs, breathing through his nose. āI was too comfortable with you and I didnāt know how to let you go or walk away. But youāre right, there isnāt anything for us to save, and it seems like weāre both ready to move on.ā
āWhat does that mean?āĀ
āI saw how you were looking at him, too. You might not have acted on it, but you have feelings for him. Iām not gonna stay and hold you back.ā Seojun unlocks his car, opening the door. āAnd for what itās worth, you wonāt be wasting your time.ā
You donāt respond, instead humming and letting him drive off. Once his car is far enough out of your view, you go back into the house. Thereās an indescribable emotion that hostages you, binding your wrists and tying you down metaphorically. You canāt seem to shake it.Ā
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 werenāt going to cry in front of your (now ex) boyfriend, you definitely werenāt going to cry in front of him.Ā
With a trembling exhale, you force yourself to say, āI need to be alone.ā
He understands empathetically, clipping on Yeoreumās leash and leaving the house in the same breath. That in itself has you crying like a baby the moment youāre all by yourself. You hold your face in your hands, body shuddering with each sob you release.Ā
I saw the way he was looking at you.Ā
I saw how you were looking at him, too.Ā
You had a lot to think about, and everything always seemed to circle back to Jeong Yunho.Ā
A couple days escape you before you register you havenāt seen much of Yunho. After your breakup with Seojun, you really did need a bit of room to process it all, but you hadnāt realized just how much you depended on the cowboyās presence until you were missing it.Ā
You hadnāt meant to push him away, if thatās 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 arenāt sure how to extend an olive branch when you werenāt even trying to cause a rift between you in the first place.Ā
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. Youād had boyfriends before Seojun, but they werenāt 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.Ā
Of course, after a certain point, those had just become habitual. You werenāt 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 didnāt really want to.Ā
And then you came here.Ā
Somehow, returning to your grandparentsā 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. Itās all thanks to a certain cowboy.
Yunhoās feelings for you run far deeper than he couldāve imagined. He doesnāt 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 youāre still together, he wants to preserve his heart. Heās handed it to someone else too easily in the past and he doesnāt want to make that mistake with you if you donāt feel the same.Ā
But even on the off chance that youāve 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. Heāll be perpetually chained to being a faint imprint on your memory of the summer. Youāll think back to the months you spent here and heāll have played only a minor role.Ā
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.Ā
Though, you make it difficult when he bumps into you on the way back from the mailbox. DĆ©jĆ 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 doesnāt clamber you both onto the ground. Your fingers pet to top of her head softly as you coo, āWhoās a good girl?ā
Yunho physically winces when his chest tightens at the sight of his two favorite girls. The word ādistanceā bounces around his head like a pinball, reminding him what heās supposed to be doing. He just canāt bring himself to walk away. Especially when you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.Ā
āHeyā¦ā You start, steeling your tone to ensure itās even. āIām sorry if it seemed like I was avoiding you or something. I needed some time to myself to figure things out. It wasnāt my intention to shut you out and put you on the back burner.ā
āNo, itās okay. I had to figure stuff out on my own, too,ā he uses his bandana to dab at the sweat perspiring on his forehead. āDid you sort through whatever you needed to?ā
āI did,ā you nod, standing upright. āSeojun and I broke up, so I had to sit with my feelings for a bit. Weāve been together for so long, I think I needed to remember what it was like to be without him, and then I realized thatās basically what Iāve been doing since I came here.ā
āOh.ā Yunhoās lips form an āOā shape, hands dragging down the sides of his pants. āIām sorryā umā about your breakup.ā
āDonāt be,ā you smile, dismissing his sympathy. āIt was a long time coming, honestly. We werenāt really in the relationship wholeheartedly anymore. There wasnāt a point in stringing it along, you know? But thatās enough about me, did you figure your own things out?ā
āI thought I did,ā he says, which is true considering heād been mulling over what to do with his emotions subsequent to your argument with your ex. āAnd then I kinda steered off course. Itās alright, though, I think I like the new conclusion Iāve come to a lot better.ā
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. Youāre 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.
āHave you ever ridden a horse?āĀ
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.Ā
āWhen I was in, like, middle school? Itās been a minute,ā you answer, making sure to bookmark the page you stopped at. āWhy?
āWould you let me teach you how to do it again?ā He nips at his lower lip, like heās nervous youāll say no. The truth of the matter is youād say yes even if he asked you to commit arson, which is kind of a problem.
āThat sounds fun,ā you shrug. āWhat time should I be ready?ā
āUh, now?āĀ
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.Ā
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 didnāt look as afraid as you were, but youāre certain the slight quiver of your bottom lip gives it away.Ā
āYouāre doing fine, Y/N,ā he reassures, maintaining a comforting amount of eye contact with you.
āAm I? Or does it just seem that way because youāre pulling the horse?ā 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 hasnāt heard much of from you since youāve met, but he thinks itās cute that you resort to violence when youāre scared.
You notice the quirk of his mouth and how heās trying not to laugh at your terror. It pisses you off solely because his humor isnāt unwarranted. You are being a bit over dramatic. He unties his bandana from around his neck and tosses it to you. āSo you donāt callus your hands.ā
Heās too thoughtful, too considerate for his own good, but thatās 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, youāre 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 thatāll 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.Ā
One consistency youāve 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 youāre on the brink of an epiphany, youāre always forcefully shoved into it, like a freight train crashing into its platform traveling at full speed. This moment is no different.Ā
Yeoreum barking at a squirrel on the other side of the pen scares the horse whoās back you were currently on. It bucks up and you release the reins in alarm. You fall quickly, but Yunhoās quicker, catching you in his arms like itās 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.Ā
The eyes youāve 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.Ā
Itās nearly second-nature to minimize the gap between you.Ā
You never understood what novelists meant when they described kissing scenes. And you think thatās because youād 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.Ā
Yunhoās hand snakes behind your head, tangling in your hair to deepen the connection. Itās hungry. Itās desperate. Itās too much. Itās 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.Ā
He parts from you just so he can catch his breath, his forehead resting on yours. āCan I take you inside?ā
You nod fervently. āYes. Please.ā
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 heās wearing a regular t-shirt as opposed to his usual tank top.Ā
āYou would pull something like this today of all days,ā 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.Ā
āIs it evil of me to say I was sorta hoping this would happen?ā 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.Ā
āMm-mm,ā you hum, shaking your head, fast to yank off his shirt and run your nails down his abdomen. āIāve been waiting for this for too long.ā
āYeah?ā Yunho flips the two of you easily so youāre 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. āCanāt believe I finally get to have you.ā
You involuntarily moan, completely untouched and because of his words alone. Every part of you feels like itās 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 youāve never known before, and that makes this so much more special.Ā
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.Ā
āYunhoā¦ā 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.Ā
He drags his tongue through your folds, swirling it around the sensitive bundle of nerves each time it makes its return. Itās 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 heās sure heās found it.Ā
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 couldāve 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.
āFeel good?ā Yunho asks, disconnecting his mouth and replacing it with his other hand, ring and middle digits swiping across your clit with practiced pressure.Ā
āMhm,ā you nod frantically, eyes on the brink of rolling to the back of your head. āFeels so good, Yunā¦ Just like that, ām almost there.ā
Thatās 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. Youād 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.
Youād worry about that later though, because youāre 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 youāve relaxed in his hold. āThatās it, baby, youāre doing so well.ā
The praise makes your head feel airy, like empty space unoccupied by anything. If you paid attention in chemistry, then youād know thatās highly impossible, but you didnāt. 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.Ā
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 youāre positioned by the pillows. It doesnāt 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 youāre both fully naked, you take your time admiring his cock. Itās 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 donāt think you could ever get enough of his lips on your own.Ā
āIām not exactly getting any action over here, so I donāt have any condoms,ā he says into your kiss, voice no louder than a whisper.Ā
āThatās okay,ā you run your fingers through his hair. āWanna feel you anyways, all of you.ā
āFuck, Y/N, you can kill a man with those words.ā He groans, nails digging into your hips. You giggle, but itās 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 canāt stay still.
The closest youāll ever get to Heaven on earth is Yunhoās 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 youāve 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. Youāre tighter and so much warmer than he dreamed youād be, but itās perfect. You suck him in like a vacuum, as if his cock was made to be inside of you, as if you didnāt want him to part from you.
āYouāre s-so deep, Yun,ā you mewl, pulling him in for another headache-inducing kiss. āDonāt wanna stop.ā
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.Ā
āThink I might cum soon, princess,ā 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.Ā
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 didnāt really take much to introduce the second.Ā
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 heās 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.Ā
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.Ā
Yunhoās 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 doesnāt 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.Ā
āYouāre so wet, baby. Have I not fucked you enough?ā He whispers into your ear huskily. Yunho talking dirty to you is something you didnāt 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.
āMmmphā Yun, god. Feels too good.ā You whine, gyrating your hips on his hand.Ā
āIs that right, babe?ā He encourages, adding a second finger and increasing the speed of their thrusts, almost like you hadnāt been in this position already. āI canāt wait to feel this tight little pussy around my cock again. Gonna fuck you harder than the last.ā
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 heās 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 Yunhoās 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.Ā
āOh my godā oh my godā Iām cumming! Iāmāā 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 couldāve plucked from your wildest dreams.Ā
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.
āPlease, Yunā¦ Need you back inside of me,ā you whimper. Rubbing your clit with your own fingers isnāt satisfying enough, not with him here in front of you, not when you know how good he can make you feel.
āFuck, baby, when you beg like that I donāt know if I can hold back.ā He chuckles lowly. It rumbles from his chest, shooting to your core.Ā
āSo donāt,ā you rouse. āThis is more than just a one time thing for me, Yunho.ā
His eyes widen just a bit, your confession catching him off guard. Thatās 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. āShitā youāre so tight, princessā¦ Itās almost like I didnāt just fuck you within an inch of your life.ā 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.Ā
His thrusts donāt 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.
Itās as if he doesnāt 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 wouldāve 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.Ā
āYou gonna cum for me again?ā 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.Ā
āOh my god, yesā yes yes yes yes,ā you babble, the syllables blurring together like your mind. āGonna cum so hard for you, Yunho. Keep going, please.ā
His lips attach to yours, tongues tangling sloppily. The position youāre 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 wouldāve backed out of your commitment to staying. Deep down youāre a little too thankful that your grandmother mentioned him when it was too late to reconsider.Ā
āI think Iām in love with you, Y/N,ā Yunho whispers into your mouth.Ā
You let go of the headboard, cupping his jaw and kissing him lovingly. āMe too.ā
Your fingers speed up and so do his thrusts, perfectly timed with each other to shove you both towards your highs. Youāre on the cusp of falling apart, arching into him to close the gap between your bodies.Ā
āWanna cum inside you. Can I?ā Yunho grunts.Ā
āYes yes, please. Fill me up, Yun, want all of you.āĀ
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. āCome on, baby, cum on my cock.ā 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.Ā
He rocks into you languidly until youāve 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.Ā
āYou meant what you said right? About this not being a one time thing.ā Yunho says hesitantly, like heās afraid of permeating the atmosphere you created.Ā
āI donāt think I can go home at the end of the summer and forget the way I feel for you, Yunho.ā 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.Ā
āAnd what exactly are those feelings?ā 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, youāre too exhausted to stay awake. It would have to wait for another day.Ā
āYou have the rest of the summer to find out, cowboy.ā
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iām the anon who asked about the request! if you decide to do it, iād absolutely wait foreverš itās very angsty tho, so the idea was for outbreak joel who doesnāt get the happy ending. reader who was head over heels in love coping with his death, maybe flashbacks to show the moments of reader seeing him die? idkidk the idea is very vague, sorry if itās too sad!! if so maybe reader seeing him die was just a terrible nightmare & heās there waking them up & helping them through a meltdown?
iāve been craving for some emotional torture for wtv reasonšš thank you for even considering requests!š«¶š¾š«¶š¾š«¶š¾
Thank you for this request! It's my first one, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, I had to take the out you gave me and make this a nightmare because I am a big ol' softie and I won't apologize for it, but I will apologize for taking so long to write it š
I hate when you're right
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: After a heated argument with Joel, you finally convince him into leaving Jackson so you could explore a store for new clothes, and what happens could change your life forever.
Warnings: major character (Joel) death - but it is just a nightmare - don't read if you think that will still upset you, angst, language, violence, descriptions of blood/gore/death scene
WC: 2.5K
dividers by the one and only @saradika-graphics
You knew it was childish. You knew it wasn't essential. But you also desperately wanted to feel more comfortable, and was that really such a crime? To want to feel like yourself again? To want to wear clothes that you liked? That fit you properly? Jackson was well stocked with essentials, clothes included, but the clothes the men picked up on patrol were... utilitarian, to say the least. They grabbed the biggest and the warmest clothes so that it afforded more people the opportunity to use them, but you were beginning to grow tired of tucking men's oversized shirts into your pants, the material bunching up at your waist and twisting around as you walked, constantly trying and failing to feel comfortable in your own skin.
You thought Joel would be more open to the idea of heading outside the walls on your day off. You even teased him with the promise of picking up some new underwear, but he didn't fall for it. He fought you tooth and nail the whole evening, his voice lifting over yours angrily to explain how there's been an influx of raiders the past few weeks, that everyone agreed to lay low until they passed through, not wanting to draw attention or pick any unwanted fights. But you persisted. You always did, and you eventually wore him down when you threatened to leave without him.
Why was it such a crime to want to feel comfortable? It was just two people, you could lay low and go unseen, no problem. You've done it countless times before.
You had hoped he would have gotten over it by morning, but you were wrong. He hardly made eye contact with you during breakfast, skirting expertly around you in your kitchen, mumbling under his breath as he sipped his coffee and only shooting you angry looks when your back was turned.
The air was crisp and the woods were peaceful. You thought that would surely turn his mood around. He always appreciated being out with nature, living off the land. As much as he loved living in Jackson, he couldn't deny that part of himself that felt useful, that felt a sense of accomplishment by surviving out in the wild.
"C'mon, are you really gonna act like this all day?" you teased as you held up another shirt against your body before determining it was the right size and then tossed it in a pile with the others.
He was standing at the storefront window with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. "Don't know what you mean."
You rolled your eyes and looked around the store, spotting a table of underwear with a grin. You lightly skipped over and tossed to the side the pairs that looked far too dusty so you could look at the ones underneath. Clearing your throat, you held up a pair of bright red stain underwear. He turned around and you saw it: it was fast, he hid it well, but you still saw it. That all too familiar excited look in his eye.
"Don't you like them?" you asked with a playful pout. He furrowed his brow at you like he was annoyed, and maybe he was, but you still saw the heat beginning to crawl up his neck.
"They ain't practical."
You gave him a defeated sigh and strolled over to your pile of clothes, your fingertips daintily holding the undergarment out to him. "No? Then what are they?"
His eyes shifted from yours to the red material in your hand and you saw his throat work as he swallowed.
"Useless," he croaked, and you narrowed your eyes at him. You got a little closer, letting the soft fabric glide against the back of his hand when you dropped your arm to your side.
"Oh, yeah?" you said breathily, and you watched his eyelids flutter at your tone. "Then I guess it wouldn't matter if I brought them home and let you rip them off me."
He stepped forward, a growl emitting from his chest, low and deep, when at the exact same time, you both heard shouting outside the store. Swiveling both your heads towards the glass storefront, your blood ran cold when you saw six heavily armed men advancing towards you.
"Shit," he muttered, his arm pulling your shoulder down just in time to avoid the cascade of bullets that rained down upon you. You laid face down on the rough carpet, covering the back of your head with your eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the shooting to stop. Joel tugged on your arm and you opened your eyes in a panic.
"Follow me!" he shouted, army crawling towards the registers, and you dutifully followed behind, your heart racing wildly in your chest.
Once you made it, the counter offering some, but not much, safety, the both of you pulled out your guns and double checked your ammo.
"Alright, when they stop to reload-"
"I know," you said, cutting him off. You've both been in this situation before. You knew what to do.
Holding your rifle upright and against your chest, you breathed deep, trying to steady your hands until the bullets slowed and you heard more shouting. Joel nodded to you and you both sprung up from the floor, pulling your rifles against your bodies in sync and lining up your targets.
Patience is a virtue. The amount of ammunition they wasted on the two of you was laughable when you each caught one of them between the eyes, leaving four against two.
You thought you would be able to get another shot off but Joel tugged your arm and you slinked back to the floor as a shower of bullets rained over you once again.
"You good?" he asked, and you nodded, gasping for air. Your hands began to stabilize when the shock wore off. You were in the zone.
Pressing both your backs against the small counter, you remained calm and waited out your attackers. Glass shards tinkled and scattered behind you. Bullets pinged against the metal shelving, ricocheting into the drywall.
"Assault rifles for two people? Really?" you muttered, more so to yourself, but Joel heard you.
"Told you this was a bad fuckin' idea," he said angrily.
When there was another brief pause, he looked to you again and nodded. At the same time, you rose up and took aim, firing on your attackers once again. Joel made his shot, you didn't. Three down, three to go.
"Fuck," you grumbled, reloading your rifle even though you still had rounds left.
"Focus," he scolded.
The men sounded like they were getting closer. Their voices were louder. Clearer. The shots were deafening. You prayed they weren't inside the store, because you hadn't planned an exit strategy. Without warning, Joel stood up and fired a shot. You heard a man scream and then a loud thud. It sounded like the man was just on the other side of the counter.
"That's not the plan," you seethed at him when he dropped back down next to you.
"Didn't have a choice, he was 'bout to jump us," he sneered.
Two against two.
When the shots slowed down, you held your breath, looking at Joel from the corner of your eye. He held his palm up to you silently, signaling for you to stay where you were. You heard boots crunching slowly against glass and your heart leapt into your throat. They were in the store.
You shot Joel a panicked look but he just shook his head, focusing on their footsteps, calculating how far away they were.
"Come out now and no one gets hurt," a man's deep voice called out. He was close.
Joel clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils. You knew that look. It was the look of a man who was about to do something stupid. But before you could stop him, before you could reach out to him and hold him back, he stood up and took aim.
One shot. That was all you heard when Joel slumped to the floor next to you, clutching his stomach as dark red blood poured from the wound. Your eyes went wide and you saw red. Without thinking, you stood up and shot, taking one of the two men down with a yelp. The remaining raider ducked behind a display, and you dropped your rifle in favor of your handgun. Crouching low to the ground, you inched forward, careful of any broken glass that would give your position away. When you were on the other side of the display, you heard the man's labored breaths. He was scared. He was out of his element. And you had him right where you wanted him.
Silently tucking the gun in the back of your pants, you slid your hunting knife out from your ankle holster. You took a deep breath and lunged forward, driving the knife deep into the man's chest.
He dropped his gun and clutched weakly at your hands, but it was no use. His blood poured from the wound when you yanked your knife out with a grunt, and you watched as his hands slowly slid back down to his sides, his eyes still wide open and staring up at the ceiling.
You smirked, feeling victorious for only a moment before you remembered Joel. Dropping your knife, you rushed back to his side, only to find his face pale and his hands stained dark red.
"Joel!" you cried out, pressing your palms against the wound, hoping to slow the bleeding. His eyes drifted towards you, softening when he saw you were alive and unharmed. That you were going to make it.
Panic consumed you. Your heart was slamming against your ribs as you fumbled with your backpack, trying to find your first aid kit through the tears.
"I love you," he whispered, and you shook your head.
"Don't start with that, you're gonna be fine."
"Baby," he said weakly, and you choked back a sob.
"Hold on," you told him, still searching in your pack.
"Look at me," he said, and your hands stilled for a moment before you dragged your eyes back to him, your lower lip trembling as you took in his deteriorating state.
"I need to-" you began, but stopped to take in a shaky breath. "I need to patch you up and get you to the horses."
"No, you don't," he said softly, and more tears spilled from your eyes.
"Yes, I do. I gotta-"
"I ain't gonna make it, sweetheart," he slurred, and you could see by the amount of blood he was losing that he was right. But still, you pressed your palms against the gunshot wound, your fingers slipping through his thick and sticky blood.
"Don't say that. I can't do this without you," you whimpered, and closed your eyes for a brief moment. You felt his fingertips weakly grip your chin and you forced your eyes back open.
"Yes, you can," he said as firmly as he could. He was so pale and weak and it was making your stomach turn.
You shook your head, about to argue with him, but he stopped you.
"You keep goin', you hear me?" he said, and still, you shook your head from side to side, small sobs slipping past your lips. "Don't let this world win. You... go on and keep fightin'. Please. Be happy, baby. For me."
"No!" you cried out, spittle dripping from your lips now, mixing with your tears. "I won't! I-I can't!"
"You can," he repeated, and gave you a weak smile. "I'm ready, baby. It'll be okay."
You squeezed your eyes shut tight, the tears leaking out, hot and angry on your cheeks as you sobbed over him, clutching his hand in yours so tightly, like if you squeezed hard enough, you could give him your lifeforce. Give him your breath. But moments later, his grip weakened and when you opened your eyes, his head slumped to the side and his lifeless eyes stared off into the distance.
"Joel!" you screamed, sitting up in bed, drenched in sweat with tears still streaming down your face. You looked to your side, where he normally slept, but he wasn't there. Panic squeezed your throat, your chest fucking hurt, but you flung the blankets off you and ran towards the door. Still not hearing any sounds, you raced down the stairs, almost tripping in the process but you had a grip on the railing to keep you steady.
When your eyes finally landed on his familiar form stretched out on the couch, his back to you, you allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief.
Reality came back to you now. You had your fight about leaving Jackson, but he won and you slept apart. You never left. He never got shot. It was all just a horrible dream.
You stumbled over to the couch, your tears unstoppable, the nightmare too vivid, too real. Your trembling hands clutched his shoulder as you fell to your knees on the floor, shaking him awake.
"What?" he grumbled, clearly still pissed off about your fight.
"I'm sorry!" you sobbed loudly, and when he realized something was wrong, he whipped around to face you.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.
"I-I had-" you began, then you hiccupped, cutting yourself off. His face was etched with concern as he forced himself up and cupped your face.
"C'mon, talk to me," he urged, the fear in his eyes reflecting back to you as you looked at him, still not sure what was real and what wasn't.
"I had a nightmare," you finally managed to get out. "About our fight. That we... we went out like I wanted and-and-" you collapsed into another fit of sobs, your shoulders shaking violently.
"Hey, it's alright," he soothed, pulling you up and into his lap and rubbing your back. You pressed your tear stained face into his neck, inhaling deeply, grounding yourself. He was alive. He was here. Everything was fine.
"I'm sorry," you whimpered, your throat still tight but your tears were slowing down. "I'm sorry we fought. I don't wanna go out anymore. I don't need new clothes, it was stupid, I'm sorry."
"Shh, it's okay," he said, pulling you tightly against his chest, "I'm sorry we fought, too. I just wanna keep us safe."
"I know, you're right," you said, pulling back a bit and wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Will you come back to bed?"
"Yeah," he replied with half a smirk. "'Course I'll come back to bed, baby. Don't cry, it's alright."
You let him lead you up the stairs and to your bedroom, your side of the bed still damp with sweat but it didn't bother you. Joel was safe and sound and in your arms and you didn't care if you had to wear a potato sack for the rest of your life, as long as you had Joel, nothing else mattered.
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