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hoshifighting · 7 months

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Urban Hearts, Rural Souls

"Never had it this good before, huh?" he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he watched you squirm beneath him. "And what about those boys from your city?" he taunted. "Do they fuck you this good? Huh?"

— Synopsis: Where you are a Rich Girl abruptly sent to the countryside by your worried parents, there, you meet Mingyu, the farmer's son, who introduces you to something that defies the shallow trappings of city living. — WC: 10.6k — WARNINGS: Smut, angst, fluff, oral (f. and m. receiving), intense sex, crying, dirty talk, cum eating, g'spot stimulation, wet pussy and etc. — Reader! Rich Spoiled Girl X Farmer! Mingyu

Wrapped in designer clothes from head to toe, strutting around in those expensive heels like you owned the world. And maybe you did, in a way. You were the kind of girl who had it all – overpriced clothes hanging in your closet like trophies, expensive cars parked in the driveway like shiny jewels, and a life filled to the brim with luxury. Your every whim was catered to, your desires instantly fulfilled with the swipe of a credit card.

But behind all the glitz and glamour, there was a gnawing emptiness that even the shiniest baubles couldn't fill. Your parents, bless their worried hearts, watched from the sidelines, knowing they had a hand in creating this materialistic monster. They'd given you everything you ever wanted, but maybe they didn't realize they were also giving you a one-way ticket to blindness.

You were always craving the next big thing, the newest gadget, the trendiest outfit. But in your quest for more, you lost sight of what truly mattered. Genuine connections, simple pleasures, the beauty of a sunset—those things seemed to fade into the background against the allure of luxury.

Your parents, busy with their own pursuits of wealth and success, rarely saw you at home. They provided you with everything money could buy, but as time passed, they began to realize that they had unwittingly traded your presence for material possessions.

"Sorry, I can't go to this dinner, I already promised my friend that I would club with her tonight," you said, leaving the keys of a Porsche in your hands, closing the door.

"Sorry, I'm going shopping today," you said, looking at yourself in the mirror, leaving and closing the door again.

"Sorry, I'm going to hang out with Jisoo today," you said, once more leaving the keys of a Porsche in your hands, closing the door.

Your parents tried to intervene, gently nudging you towards a more meaningful existence. But you brushed off their concerns, too wrapped up in your own world of excess to see the wisdom in their words. After all, why settle for less when you could have it all?

Yet, deep down, a small voice whispered that maybe there was more to life than the next shopping spree or exclusive event. Maybe true happiness wasn't found in the gleam of a diamond or the purr of a sports car engine.

There you were, lounging by the pool with your phone in hand, completely engrossed in the digital medias. The sun beat down, casting shimmering reflections on the water's surface as you scrolled and tapped away, oblivious to everything else around you.

Suddenly, your mom emerged from the doorway, her expression serious yet gentle as she made her way towards you. She called out your name, her voice cutting through the haze of your screen-induced trance. With a sigh, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from your phone, realizing that this was no ordinary interruption.

She explained that it was time for a chat, a real one, away from the distractions of social media and status updates. You hesitated for a moment.

Eventually, you acquiesced, dragging yourself out of the pool and wrapping a robe around your damp skin. As you followed your mom back into the house, you couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that settled in the pit of your stomach.

You found your parents sitting at the dining table, their expressions unusually serious. With a nonchalant air, you plopped down in front of them, taking a leisurely sip of your juice.

Your dad cleared his throat, his tone carrying a weight of concern. "Sweetheart, we need to talk. Your mom and I have been growing increasingly worried about you."

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Here we go again, you thought, another lecture about how you only cared about material things.

Your mom chimed in, her voice gentle but firm. "We know you might not like what we have to say, but we truly believe it's for the best."

You raised an eyebrow, already anticipating the worst. "Let me guess, you're cutting off my credit cards?"

Your dad let out a humorless scoff. "As tempting as that may sound, no. But we have decided that it's time for you to take a break from this lifestyle. You need to step back and reassess what truly matters in life."

You couldn't help but scoff, the corners of your mouth twisting into a mocking smile. "Let me guess, you're sending me to some remote island resort to 'find myself'?"

Your parents exchanged a glance before your dad spoke again, his tone grave. "Actually, we've arranged for you to spend some time in the countryside. In the home of some dear friends of ours. It'll be a chance for you to unwind, disconnect, and maybe gain some perspective."

You leaned back in your chair, disbelief written all over your face. "You've got to be kidding me. You're seriously sending me to some rustic farm in the middle of nowhere?"

But as you looked into their unwavering gazes, you realized they weren't joking. They were dead serious about this. And suddenly, the prospect of trading designer labels for mud-stained boots didn't seem so far-fetched after all.

Your dad's words hit you like a ton of bricks. "Wait, you're telling me you didn't even mention this earlier?" you exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief. "This has to be some kind of joke, right? You can tell me now."

But before your dad could respond, his phone rang, interrupting the conversation. As he answered, you stood there dumbfounded, watching him hurriedly talk to the person on the other end.

"Oh hello, yes yes, she's traveling today. She's getting ready. Thank you so much, Mr. Kim," your dad said into the phone before hanging up.

You felt a rush of panic as reality set in. They were serious. You were really being whisked away to some countryside retreat without so much as a warning.

Rushing to your room, you flung open your largest suitcase, hastily stuffing it with your best clothes, your mind still reeling from the sudden turn of events. Designer dresses and high heels made way for practical boots and sturdy jackets, a stark departure from your usual wardrobe.

You barely had time to indulge in one last comforting soak in your oversized tub before the reality of the situation hit you like a splash of cold water. Sitting on the couch, arms crossed, your suitcase stood by your side like a silent sentinel.

Despite your indignation and discomfort with the whole situation, you knew deep down that your parents only wanted what was best for you. But seriously, how did they think this was a good idea? Just the thought of mosquitoes made you shiver involuntarily.

As you heard the honk from the driveway, you begrudgingly grabbed your suitcase and followed your parents to the door. Stepping outside, you were met with a man who greeted you with a warm smile, remarking on how much you had grown. He was the friend of your father, the same one you had seen in old family photos.

Despite your lingering resentment, you treated him with the utmost politeness. After all, he was just following your parents' instructions, and he seemed genuinely kind.

Your parents bid you farewell, their seriousness about the whole ordeal evident in their expressions. But before you could climb into the car, your mom stopped you, snatching your phone from your hands. You scoffed incredulously, "What, no phone too?"

She simply nodded, stating matter-of-factly, "There's no internet anyway."

With a frustrated sigh, you allowed yourself to be pushed into the car, the middle-aged man already taking your suitcase and stowing it in the trunk. As the car pulled away from the driveway, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of wilderness adventure awaited you in the countryside.

As the car rolled along the winding countryside roads, Mr. Kim struck up a conversation with you, perhaps sensing your unease.

"So, your parents tell me you're not too thrilled about this little getaway," he began, his tone light and friendly.

You glanced at him, unsure of how much to reveal. "Yeah, you could say that. I'm more of a city person, you know? This whole countryside thing isn't really my scene."

He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I figured as much. But hey, sometimes it's good to shake things up a bit, right? You might find you enjoy it more than you think."

You raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I highly doubt that."

Undeterred, he continued, asking you about your life in the city, your favorite hangouts, and the luxuries you were accustomed to. With each response, he laughed, seemingly amused by the stark contrast between your world and the one you were about to enter.

"You know," he said with a grin, "sometimes it's the unexpected experiences that end up being the most memorable. Who knows, you might discover a whole new side of yourself out here."

As the car rumbled along the road for what felt like hours, the familiar hum of the city fading into the distance, you watched as the asphalt gradually transformed into a dusty dirt road. The scenery changed from towering skyscrapers to vast expanses of green fields and rolling hills.

Finally, the car came to a stop, and the man turned to you with a smile. "Well, we're here," he announced cheerfully.

You peered out the window, taking in your surroundings. Before you stretched acres of farmland, dotted with quaint wooden buildings and surrounded by lush vegetation.

This was certainly a far cry from the luxury hotels and high-rise penthouses you were accustomed to, but there was a certain allure to its simplicity that intrigued you.

Mr. Kim gets out of the car, saying he's going to ask for help with your suitcases, and disappears into the house.

Stepping out of the car that had transported you from the city to the countryside, with a disdainful glance around, you smoothed down your summer dress and adjusted your sunglasses, attempting to shield yourself from the glaring sun.

Just as you were about to take a step forward, your designer boots caught on a loose cobblestone, and you stumbled clumsily, arms flailing wildly as you tried to regain your balance.

With a loud yelp, you crashed ungracefully into a pile of hay, your dress now adorned with specks of dirt and straw. Uttering a few curses under your breath, you began to clean yourself off, feeling thoroughly irritated by the whole debacle.

To your surprise, you heard a sincere laugh echoing from somewhere nearby. "Smooth entrance." came the amused voice.

Startled, you looked up to see a tall, muscular guy leaning against the porch, clad in a simple white tank top and worn jeans. He had the rugged look of someone who spent their days working the land, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at his false amused expression.

"Very funny," you muttered, shooting him a withering glare as you brushed off the last of the hay from your dress.

The guy smirked at your retort, "Hey, don't blame me for your lack of grace," he teased, stepping closer to you.

You crossed your arms defensively, shooting back, "Well, don't blame me for your lack of fashion sense."

He chuckled, unfazed by your jab. "Fashion sense? Please. I'd take practicality over designer labels any day."

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Easy for you to say when you probably haven't stepped foot in a city in years."

His smirk widened, and he tilted his head, challenging you. "And what's wrong with that? Country life has its perks, you know. Fresh air, wide open spaces... not to mention, real food."

You narrowed your eyes, feeling a surge of defiance. "Oh, please. I'll take a five-star restaurant over your farm-to-table nonsense any day."

With a shrug, he flashed you a knowing grin. "We'll see about that."

He furrows his eyebrows as he reaches for your suitcases, grunting slightly as he lifts them from the ground. "What the hell are you packing in here, bricks?" he mutters, struggling slightly under the weight.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his dramatics. With his broad shoulders and muscular arms, it was obvious he could easily handle the weight. But instead, he seemed intent on putting on a show of struggle.

As he hoisted the suitcases up, you glanced at his impressive physique, a stark contrast to your own slender frame. "Oh, I don't know," you replied casually, masking your amusement. "Maybe you're just not as strong as you think you are."

His expression darkened at your taunt, and you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears as he begrudgingly followed you towards the house. "Yeah, whatever," he muttered, his voice tinged with annoyance.

You couldn't resist a small smirk as you walked ahead, enjoying the satisfaction of getting the last word in.

As you approach the quaint farmhouse, nestled amidst the serene countryside, you're greeted by a picturesque scene straight out of a storybook. Lush greenery and vibrant foliage surround the charming abode, a small porch extends from the front of the house, its weathered floorboards worn smooth by years of use, a few well-worn rocking chairs moving with the breeze.

You glanced around the bedroom, taking note of the meticulously prepared bed with towels neatly arranged on top. Despite your initial skepticism, it was clear that some effort had been put into making you feel welcome.

Mingyu stood beside you, his expression unreadable as he watched your reaction. For a moment, there was silence between the two of you, the air thick with tension.

Just then, Mr. Kim appeared in the doorway, a warm smile on his face. "Ah, I see you've met my son, Mingyu," he said, placing a hand on Mingyu's shoulder. "He'll be helping out around here during your stay."

Mingyu flashed you a half-hearted smile, his expression tinged with a hint of mockery. "Yeah, we had the great pleasure of meeting earlier," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "Oh yes, it was truly unforgettable," you replied, matching his mocking tone. "I especially enjoyed the part where I ended up covered in hay."

Mr. Kim chuckled at the banter between you and his son, clearly amused by the exchange. "I'm sure you two will get along just fine," he said with a knowing smile, before leaving you to settle in.

Feeling a bit lost and unsure of what to do with yourself, you decided to head back to the living room. As you entered, you spotted Mingyu in the kitchen, busy mixing something on the stove, while a woman arranged antique stamped dishes on the table.

Her warm smile drew your attention, and you couldn't help but admire her grace as she went about her tasks. When she noticed your presence, she immediately set aside her cooking apron and approached you, enveloping you in a tight hug.

You returned the gesture, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you in her embrace. She introduced herself as Mrs. Kim, and her genuine compliment about your appearance made you blush, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

Before you could respond, you caught Mingyu's glance from across the room. When your eyes met his, he quickly looked away, returning his focus to the task at hand.

Feeling a bit flustered by the unexpected attention, you cleared your throat and glanced around the room, searching for something to say. "Thank you, Mrs. Kim"

Ah, but you missed your 16-seat table. Your silvered forks and knives…

She beamed at your words, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Oh, it's nothing, dear. Just a simple meal to welcome you to our home," she said warmly, patting your arm affectionately.

Despite your initial frustration and discomfort with the abrupt change in scenery and the unfamiliar accents surrounding you, you couldn't deny the genuine warmth and hospitality of the Kims. As you observed Mrs. Kim bustling around the kitchen and Mingyu's earnest efforts to make you feel welcome, a sense of guilt began to gnaw at you.

As Mrs. Kim served you a plate of food, you couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the array of dishes laid out before you. Unsure of what to pick, you glanced around nervously, feeling the weight of everyone's expectant gazes upon you.

Taking a tentative first bite, the food was simple yet bursting with deliciousness, each bite infused with a warmth and comfort that you hadn't realized you were craving.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you savored the food, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "Wow, this is really good," you exclaimed, unable to hide your delight.

The Kims exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening at your enthusiastic reaction. It was clear that they were pleased to see you enjoying their home-cooked meal.

As you continued to eat, you found yourself digging in with gusto, savoring every bite as if it were the most delicious thing you had ever tasted. It was a stark contrast to the fast food and gourmet dishes you were accustomed to in the city, and yet, there was something undeniably special about this homemade meal made with love.

Mingyu and his dad shared subtle, satisfied smiles, their eyes twinkling with amusement as they watched you devouring the food with such enthusiasm. It was clear that they were pleased to see you embracing their culinary traditions and finding joy in the simple pleasures, for the first time?

As you rolled up your sleeves and began to help with the dishes, Mingyu appeared at your side with a teasing smirk. "Well, I'm surprised to see you know how to wash a plate," he remarked, his tone laced with playful incredulity.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his playful jab. "Oh, please. It's not like I've never washed a dish before," you retorted, scrubbing a plate with more force than necessary.

Mingyu chuckled at your defensive tone, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm just surprised, is all. Figured someone with nails as pristine as yours would be afraid to get them dirty," he teased, gesturing to your perfectly manicured hands.

You shot him a pointed look, a hint of irritation creeping into your voice. "My nails will be just fine, thank you very much." you replied curtly.

After finishing up with the dishes, you managed to steal a quiet moment for yourself. Making your way to the bathroom, you were pleasantly surprised to find that there was hot water available, despite being in the midst of a countryside farm. And as you drifted off to sleep, the sound of crickets chirping outside lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

As the sun streamed through the window, bathing the room in a warm glow, you slowly stirred from your sleep, feeling more refreshed than you had in ages. The sound of a rooster crowing in the distance filled the air, a gentle reminder that you were far from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Just as you were about to stretch, you heard a familiar voice at your door. Groaning inwardly, you sat up, blinking away the remnants of sleep as you focused on the figure standing in the doorway.

There stood Mingyu, holding a pair of buckets in his hands. "Hey, sleepyhead," he called out, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Time to rise and shine. We've got a cow to milk."

You blinked in disbelief, your mind struggling to process the request. Milk a cow? Surely he must be joking. But as you glanced out the window and saw the sun rising higher in the sky, and the way he stood at the door, you realized that he was serious.

With a resigned sigh, you pushed back the covers and swung your legs over the side of the bed, steeling yourself for the unfamiliar task ahead.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Mingyu's teasing remark as he caressed the cow with practiced ease. "Yeah, well, I figured I'd take precautions after yesterday's little incident," you retorted, gesturing to your brightly colored galoshes.

Mingyu chuckled at your response, shaking his head in amusement. "Fair enough," he conceded, his eyes twinkling with laughter. "But I've got to admit, you look a bit out of place here on the farm."

You huffed indignantly, feeling a pang of annoyance at his comment. "And what exactly am I supposed to look like?" you shot back, crossing your arms defensively. "Peppa Pig jumping in muddy puddles?"

Mingyu's laughter rang out loud and clear, the sound echoing through the barn as he shook his head incredulously. "Hey, I'm just saying, those boots aren't exactly farm chic," he replied, unable to hide his amusement.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes again, instead choosing to focus on the task at hand. As Mingyu nodded towards the bucket under the cow and the small stool nearby, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the challenge ahead.

As you continued to milk the cow with gentle, tentative strokes, Mingyu couldn't help but chuckle at your cautious approach. "If you keep going at this pace, we'll be here until evening," he teased, shaking his head in mock exasperation.

You couldn't help but sulk at his teasing, feeling a pang of self-doubt creeping in. "I'm just afraid of hurting her," you admitted softly, glancing down at the cow's udders with concern.

Mingyu rolled his eyes playfully, squatting down behind you and gently taking your hands in his. "Here, let me show you," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he guided your movements.

As his warm hands enveloped yours, you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through you, you couldn't help but be drawn to the way his chest pressed against your back, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered instructions. Lost in the sensation of his touch, you found yourself forgetting about the task at hand, your focus shifting entirely to him.

"See? It's not so hard, is it?" Mingyu's voice broke through your thoughts, his tone gentle and encouraging.

Oh, it sure is, with those arms around you.

You nodded slowly, still feeling a bit flustered by the unexpected closeness between you. "Yeah, I guess not."

As you watched the chickens with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, unable to find the words to express your uncertainty.

Noticing your hesitation, Mingyu couldn't help but chuckle at your predicament. "Looks like it's time to collect some eggs," he remarked, gesturing towards the coop with a smirk.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for the task ahead and stepped into the coop, determined to prove that you were capable of handling farm chores. But as soon as you entered, the chickens seemed to sense your unease and began to peck at your legs and feet, their sharp beaks causing you to yelp in surprise.

Jumping back in alarm, you flailed your arms wildly, trying to fend off the feathery assailants as Mingyu looked on, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, that's one way to get the eggs," he quipped, unable to suppress his laughter at your antics.

Feeling flustered and more than a little embarrassed, you quickly retreated from the coop, shooting Mingyu a sheepish look. "I think I'll leave the egg collecting to the experts," you muttered, feeling defeated.

Mingyu grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he watched you dust yourself off. "Don't worry, princess, I'll take care of it," he teased, reaching for the basket and heading towards the coop with a knowing smirk.

Mingyu couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of you sprawled out on the sofa, your face flushed from the sun and your body looking utterly exhausted. His mom joined in with a soft giggle, amused by your worn-out appearance.

"Looks like someone had quite the day," Mingyu remarked with a grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he observed you from across the room.

You let out a tired groan, your limbs feeling heavy and your muscles aching from the day's activities. "I feel like I've run a marathon," you admitted with a weary smile, unable to hide the exhaustion in your voice.

Mingyu's mom nodded in understanding, her eyes filled with warmth and affection as she looked at you. "It takes some getting used to, but you'll adjust," she reassured you, her voice gentle and reassuring.

Mingyu flashed you a reassuring smile, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of admiration. "Yeah, you'll get used to it," he echoed, his voice soft and reassuring.

As you lay on the sofa, your mind drifted to thoughts of your friends back in the city. You could already imagine their laughter and teasing when they heard about your countryside misadventures.

The image of them laughing at the idea of you "touching cow's tits" made you cringe, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought of being the subject of their jokes. And the mental image of you being chased by chickens while wearing bright yellow galoshes instead of your usual designer boots was almost too much to bear.

As you stood face to face with the towering horse, a surge of determination coursed through you. You were determined to prove to Mingyu that you were capable of handling any challenge that came your way, no matter how unfamiliar or daunting.

With a defiant glare, you met Mingyu's gaze head-on, refusing to back down from the challenge before you. "Did you know that horseback riding is expensive enough for me to know?" you retorted, your voice laced with confidence.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow at your defiant remark, his hands on his hips as he regarded you with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. "Is this a dare?" he asked, a hint of challenge in his tone.

You smirked, your eyes gleaming with determination. "It's not a dare if I'm going to win," you replied boldly, your confidence unwavering.

Mingyu chuckled at your bravado, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, we'll see about that," he replied with a smirk of his own. "But I'll have you know, a farmer can ride way better than a rich girly who did hipstism."

As you settled into the saddle and urged the horse forward, you felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through your veins. With each powerful stride of the horse beneath you, you felt a sense of connection and freedom unlike anything you had ever experienced.

Glancing back at Mingyu, who was hot on your heels, you couldn't help but smirk at the competitive gleam in his eye. With a determined flick of the reins, you urged your horse to pick up the pace, the wind whipping through your hair as you galloped across the long field.

Feeling the rhythm of the horse's movements beneath you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration as you rode faster and faster, the thrill of the chase driving you forward.

But as you approached the towering mount of straw ahead, Mingyu's voice rang out behind you, announcing the end of the race. "This is it!" he shouted, his voice carrying over the wind.

You turned to face him with a confident smile, your eyes sparkling with determination. "Bet," you replied, your voice filled with certainty as you prepared to take on the challenge ahead.

s you crossed the finish line first, a victorious grin spread across your face. You patted the horse affectionately, thanking it for its speed and cooperation, a playful twinkle in your eye as if expecting a response from the animal.

Mingyu appeared right behind you, his expression a mixture of surprise and begrudging admiration. He glanced at you, clearly not wanting to give the impression that he was impressed, but failing miserably.

You couldn't help but laugh at his unsuccessfully concealed expression, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "Looks like I win," you teased, unable to resist the opportunity to gloat a little.

Mingyu rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Beginner's luck," he muttered, trying to brush off his defeat with a nonchalant shrug.

But you could see through his facade, and you knew that deep down, he was impressed by your riding skills. "Sure, keep telling yourself that," you replied with a playful wink, reveling in your victory.

As the days turned into weeks, Mingyu and his parents couldn't help but notice a change in you. At first, they were surprised by your transformation. They had expected you to grow restless and bored, eager to return to the comforts of city life. But instead, they watched in awe as you flourished in your new surroundings.

While you may have initially viewed your newfound chores as a means to an end, a way to expedite your return to the comforts of home, you couldn't deny the genuine joy and fulfillment you experienced in caring for the animals and immersing yourself in farm activities.

With each passing day, as you spent more time in the stable and the fields, you discovered a sense of peace and contentment that you had never known before.

Whenever Mingyu's parents were away in the center of the countryside, Mingyu took it upon himself to keep you entertained and engaged, determined to show you the lighter side of farm life and ensure that you didn't find the countryside boring.

Sometimes, he would teach you how to fish in the nearby stream, laughing as you fumbled with the bait and giggling as you shrieked with delight whenever you felt a tug on the line. From impromptu horseback races across the fields to makeshift picnics under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, Mingyu made sure that there was never a dull moment when you were together.

As the rain poured down outside, Mingyu looked at you with a mischievous grin, his eyes dancing with excitement. "Hey, since we're stuck inside anyway, how about we play a game of hide and seek?" he suggested, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise at his suggestion. Hide and seek? Wasn't that a game for children? You hadn't played it in years, not since you were a kid back in the city.

"But isn't that game a bit... childish?" you asked, your tone laced with skepticism. After all, hide and seek seemed like such a simple and silly game, hardly befitting someone of your age and sophistication.

Mingyu laughed at your hesitation, shaking his head in amusement. "Come on, it'll be fun! Besides, it's not like we have anything else to do while we're stuck inside," he replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you wanted to indulge in such a childish pastime. But as you glanced out the window at the dreary weather outside, you couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity and excitement at the prospect of a little indoor adventure.

With a reluctant smile, you finally relented, nodding your head in agreement. "Alright, fine. But you owe me if I end up getting bored," you teased, unable to hide the hint of amusement in your voice.

Mingyu grinned at your acceptance, his eyes alight with excitement. "Deal," he replied.

As Mingyu's voice counted down from ten, you dashed around the house, your heart racing with excitement as you searched for the perfect hiding spot. His laughter echoed through the halls as he called out the numbers, his anticipation building with each passing moment.

Finally, you found it—a small space between the wardrobe and the wall in your room. It seemed like the perfect hiding spot, tucked away from sight with just enough room for you to squeeze into. With a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure no one was watching, you darted into the hiding place and pressed your back against the wall, your heart pounding with excitement.

As you waited in the darkness, the sound of Mingyu's footsteps grew closer, his laughter echoing through the room as he searched for you. You held your breath, trying to stifle the giggles threatening to escape as his footsteps drew nearer and nearer.

Suddenly, you heard a soft gasp as Mingyu's hand brushed against the wardrobe, his fingers grazing the edge of your hiding spot. Your heart skipped a beat as you held your breath, hoping he wouldn't find you.

As Mingyu's hand brushed against your shoulder and his fingers wrapped around your arm, pulling you out of your hiding place, you couldn't help but let out a startled gasp as your body collided with his. His laughter filled the room, echoing in the darkness, but you couldn't find it in you to join in.

"Sulking again, huh?" Mingyu teased, his voice warm and playful as he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you close.

You rolled your eyes in response, trying to hide the smile that threatened to tug at your lips despite your best efforts to maintain your facade of annoyance. "I don't sulk," you protested weakly, but even to your own ears, the protest sounded half-hearted.

Mingyu chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the room as he held you close. "Sure you don't," he replied, his tone teasing but affectionate.

Suddenly, you felt his hands on your face, his fingers tracing your features with a gentle touch that made your heart race. In the darkness, his touch seemed to intensify, his caress becoming more intimate as he explored the contours of your face with a tenderness that took your breath away.

As Mingyu's lips met yours, time seemed to stand still, the world falling away as you melted into his embrace. His lips were soft and warm against yours, sending a thrill of electricity coursing through your veins as he pressed your back against the wardrobe, his hand pulling you closer by your waist.

With a soft moan, you found yourself responding eagerly to his touch, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. Mingyu groaned against your lips, the sound sending a shiver of pleasure down your cunt as his tongue danced with yours.

As Mingyu's lips trailed down to your neck, igniting a trail of fire with each kiss, you couldn't help but moan softly, your body arching towards him in response to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

"M-Mingyu…"

"I can feel how much you want me," he continued, his voice low and seductive. "You're practically melting against me, begging for my touch."

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure of his touch.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger that matched your own. As he pressed his body against yours, you could feel the heat radiating from him, the intensity of his desire burning bright in the darkness.

As his fingers brushed against your hardened nipple through your top, you couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of pleasure, the sensation sending waves of heat coursing through you.

Feeling your reaction, Mingyu hissed in response, his desire evident in the husky tone of his voice. "I need to see you," he murmured urgently, his hands moving to lift your top, his fingers tracing the contours of your body in the darkness. "This darkness isn't helping."

With a nod of understanding, you waited patiently as he disappeared into the darkness, the anticipation building with each passing moment. And then, just as suddenly as he had left, he reappeared with two lanterns, the warm glow casting a soft light over the room.

And there you were, already naked and sitting on the bed, your body bathed in the soft light of the lanterns. Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise, a low hum of appreciation escaping his lips as he took in the sight before him.

"You're naughty," he murmured, his voice husky with desire as he approached you slowly. The warmth of the lanterns illuminated every curve and contour of your body, casting a mesmerizing glow that left him spellbound.

As the room filled with light, you couldn't help but catch your breath at the sight of Mingyu standing before you, his features illuminated in the golden glow of the lanterns. His eyes burned with desire as he looked at you, his gaze traveling over your body with hunger and longing.

With a soft smile, he stepped closer, the warmth of the lanterns enveloping you both. "Now I can see every inch of you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

s Mingyu's hands deftly removed his shirt, tossing it aside with a casual flick of his wrist, your eyes were drawn to the sight of his toned, muscular body illuminated by the warm glow of the lanterns. His hard work and dedication were evident in the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin, sending a shiver of desire coursing through you.

Instinctively, your legs pressed together, the heat pooling between them as you felt the unmistakable arousal building within you. Mingyu's presence was intoxicating, his sheer physicality leaving you breathless and eager for more.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, you reached out to him, your hands tracing the contours of his chest and abdomen with a hungry urgency. His skin was warm beneath your touch, his muscles firm and taut as you explored every inch of him with a sense of wonder and reverence.

As your fingers trailed lower, tracing the outline of his hardened arousal, a low groan escaped Mingyu's lips, his desire mirroring your own.

As you untangled his belt and lowered his jeans, your desperation was palpable, your need for him evident in every movement. Mingyu watched you with a knowing smile, his lip caught between his teeth as he observed your eagerness.

With a sense of anticipation building between you, you got down on your knees before him, your eyes pleading as you lowered his underwear, revealing his thick, pulsing cock. It lay heavy on your face, the weight of it sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you.

Mingyu's breath caught in his throat as he watched you, his desire growing with each passing moment. "That's it, baby," he murmured huskily, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you want it."

With a slow, provocative motion, you began to suck on the tip of his cock, teasing him with your tongue as you savored the taste of him on your lips. Mingyu groaned in pleasure, his hands tangling in your hair as he urged you on.

But then, with a sudden shift in his demeanor, Mingyu's voice took on a commanding tone. "Enough teasing," he growled, his gaze dark with desire. "I want you to suck it, all of it. Show me how good you can make me feel."

As you obediently lowered your head, taking all of Mingyu's length into your mouth, you could feel him groaning in pleasure above you. His hands tightened in your hair, gripping it firmly as if he were holding onto reins, his fingers wrapping around your locks like a lasso.

With each deep thrust, he urged you on, his voice thick with desire as he commanded you to take him deeper. "That's it," he moaned, the sound reverberating through your body as you continued to obey his every whim. "Just like that, baby, all the way in."

As you relaxed your jaw, allowing Mingyu's thick cock to press against the back of your throat, a wave of pleasure surged through him, causing his knees to falter for a moment. But you remained steadfast, your determination unwavering as you held your breath and took him deeper, allowing him to penetrate you fully.

Mingyu's grip on your hair tightened as he let out a guttural groan of pleasure, his hips bucking involuntarily as he was overcome by the intense sensation of your throat enveloping him. The feeling of your warm, wet mouth engulfing him completely sent waves of ecstasy coursing through his body, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole.

With each deep thrust, he felt himself losing control, his desire mounting to dizzying heights as he surrendered himself completely to the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. And as you continued to take him deeper, your throat accommodating his girth with ease, he knew that he was on the brink of an explosion unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

As Mingyu pulled on the lasso of your hair, halting just before he reached his climax, you let out a whimper of anticipation, your body trembling with need. He pulled you up and pushed you onto the bed, spreading your legs apart as he positioned himself between them. Your ass lifted off the bed, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you waited for his next move.

With a hungry look in his eyes, Mingyu dropped to his knees before you, his tongue darting out to lick a fat stripe along your slit. A moan escaped your lips as pleasure shot through you, your body arching off the bed in response. "Mmm... yes," you murmured, the sensation overwhelming as he continued to lap at your pussy with fervent eagerness.

Mingyu cooed softly as he tasted you, his tongue exploring every inch of your wetness with a skillful precision that left you dizzy with pleasure. "You taste so good," he whispered, his voice low and husky as he lavished attention on your sensitive folds.

As Mingyu sucked on your clit, bobbing his head with a fervent eagerness that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, you couldn't help but moan loudly, the sensation overwhelming you completely. "Ohh... yesss," you cried out, your voice filled with unrestrained passion as he worked his magic on you.

He held back a smirk as he felt your cunt throbbing with the approach of your orgasm, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. With a wicked grin, he doubled down on his efforts, sucking your whole pussy hard, his tongue lapping at your juices with an insatiable hunger.

The intensity of his ministrations pushed you over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure as the orgasm washed over you with a force that left you breathless. Mingyu smiled triumphantly as he felt you come embarrassingly fast, your moans filling the room with the sweet sound of your pleasure.

As Mingyu laid you down properly on the bed, he gazed into your eyes with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine. His voice was low and husky as he asked how much you wanted him to fuck you, and you could barely think straight, your mind clouded with desire.

With your orgasm still pulsing through your body, you almost drunkenly replied that you wanted him a lot, your words slurred with pleasure. Mingyu's lips curled into a wicked grin as he heard your response, his eyes smoldering with lust as he leaned in closer.

"And how much do you want this farmer to fuck you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with desire as he teased you with his words. The hint of his country accent sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through you, your body quivering with need.

You rolled your hips instinctively, searching for his cock, your movements desperate and needy. Mingyu chuckled softly at your eagerness, his hands roaming over your body possessively as he continued to taunt you with his dirty talk.

With a whimper of desire, you opened your mouth in an "o" of longing, unable to resist the overwhelming urge to feel him deep inside you. "A lot," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "I want it... a lot... please..."

Mingyu's cock lay heavy against your belly, the sight of it making your breath catch in your throat. He looked at you with a wicked grin, his eyes burning with desire as he teased you with the promise of what was to come.

"Do you want my cock right here?" he murmured huskily, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Inside of this pretty little pussy of yours?"

You could only nod eagerly, your body trembling with anticipation as you gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes. "Yes," you whispered breathlessly, your voice barely above a moan. "Please, Mingyu... I need it... I need you inside me..."

Mingyu's grin widened at your response, his desire reaching a fever pitch as he positioned himself between your legs, ready to claim you as his own. With a primal growl, he pushed himself inside you, filling you completely with his throbbing cock as you cried out in ecstasy.

As Mingyu kissed you with a hunger that matched your own, you cried out in pleasure, feeling your pussy clenching tighter around his throbbing cock with each thrust. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling every ridge and muscle beneath his skin as he moved with a primal intensity that drove you wild with desire.

Suddenly, he took his cock out and pushed back inside you with all his force, causing your head to be thrown back in ecstasy. The sensation of him filling you so completely, stretching you to your limits, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

Mingyu's gaze locked with yours, his eyes boring into your soul as tears streamed down your cheeks, your body trembling with the intensity of his thrusts. He leaned in close, his voice low and husky as he whispered filthy words that sent shivers down your spine.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to pound into you with relentless force. "You like feeling my cock splitting you in half, don't you, baby?"

You could only whimper in response, your pussy clenching tightly around him at his words, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through both of you. Mingyu stuttered for a moment, surprised by the intensity of your reaction, before letting out a low chuckle.

You shook your head vehemently, your legs trembling around his waist as you cried out in pleasure. "No," you screamed, the word torn from your lips in a primal moan. "They don't... ah!"

Mingyu grinned triumphantly at your response, his own pleasure mounting to dizzying heights as he continued to drive you wild with desire. With each powerful thrust, he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, determined to show you just how good it could be with a real man like him.

As Mingyu's cock pounded into you relentlessly, a white ring formed around his shaft, evidence of your overwhelming arousal. He looked down at you with a smirk, his voice low and husky as he taunted you with his words.

"Can you hear how wet you are, baby?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he leaned in closer. "You're practically dripping for me."

You blushed furiously at his words, feeling a surge of embarrassment wash over you at the realization of just how turned on you were. But despite your embarrassment, you couldn't deny the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins, driving you to new heights of ecstasy with each thrust.

You bit your lip nervously, unable to form a coherent response as Mingyu's cock continued to pound into you with relentless determination. Your back arched involuntarily, your body betraying you with its desperate need for more.

Mingyu's hips plunged deep into you, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as you jolted, desperately reaching for his hand. He chuckled softly, his voice dripping with amusement as he teased you mercilessly.

"Oh, looks like I found it," he taunted, his thrusts growing harder and more relentless with each passing moment. "Right here... and here again. Is this where you want me, baby?"

You could only whimper in response, your mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of his touch. "I-I'm going to cum," you gasped, your voice thick with desire as your orgasm approached with dizzying speed.

Mingyu's hand tightened around yours, providing you with an anchor to hold onto as he continued to pound into you with an intensity that left you breathless. His hips worked deep against your G-spot, driving you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust.

"Come for me, baby," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with desire as he urged you on. "I want to feel you cumming around me."

As Mingyu noticed the way you tensed hard and squeezed his hand tightly, he could feel the intensity building within you. "You're going to cum so hard for me, baby"

And then, as if on cue, you let go, your body convulsing with the force of the orgasm that tore through you. Mingyu watched in awe as you came apart in his arms, your screams filling the room as you lost yourself completely to the pleasure.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire as he drank in the sight of you, your body trembling with ecstasy as you rode out the waves of pleasure. He didn't want to blink, didn't want to miss a single moment of the beautiful sight before him.

As your body finally relaxed, Mingyu withdrew himself from your swollen, sopping cunt. You looked up at him with a lazy smile, feeling completely satisfied but still hungry for more.

"Did you cum?" you asked, your voice laced with anticipation as you waited for his response.

Mingyu hesitated for a moment, but before he could answer, you cut him off with a mischievous grin, sticking your tongue out of your mouth playfully.

"Don't worry about that," he began, but you interrupted him, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you pleaded with him to cum for you.

"Come on, Mingyu," you urged, your voice dripping with desire. "I want to see you cum. I want to taste you on my tongue."

Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise at your boldness, but a wicked grin spread across his face as he realized just how much you wanted him. With a low growl of desire, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered his response.

"You're insatiable, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But I like it. I like it a lot."

As Mingyu gently arranged your hair, he positioned himself so that his cock was within reach of your mouth. You eagerly complied, your saliva mixed with your own lubrication serving as the perfect medium for him to stroke his throbbing cock.

With his heavy tip resting on your tongue, you felt the anticipation building within you once again. Your lips parted as you watched him with hungry eyes, eager to taste him once more.

Mingyu groaned softly as he began to masturbate his cock, the sensation of your tongue and lips against his sensitive skin driving him crazy. With each stroke, he grew harder and thicker in your mouth, his arousal evident in the way his cock throbbed against your tongue.

You moaned softly around him, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body as he continued to pleasure himself with your eager mouth. And as his release approached, Mingyu's movements grew more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he edged closer and closer to the brink.

Finally, with a low growl of pleasure, Mingyu reached the point of no return, his cock pulsating as he spilled his hot cum onto your waiting tongue. You eagerly swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

"I'm feeling so good," you murmur, a contented smile gracing your lips as you lay beside Mingyu.

"Do you?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with tenderness as he gazes at you.

You nod, feeling a warmth spreading through your body at his gentle touch. Mingyu brushes your hair away from your face, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he lays on his side, his eyes fixed on you with a look of adoration.

"Yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you meet his gaze. "I feel amazing."

Mingyu smiles, his expression filled with affection as he leans in closer, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. The atmosphere feels incredibly comfortable, more intimate and peaceful than ever before.

You blinked, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains as you slowly roused from sleep, only to find yourself alone in bed. The warmth of Mingyu's big body, which had been so comforting throughout the night, was noticeably absent, leaving you with a sense of emptiness.

As you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you couldn't shake the feeling that the events of the previous night had been nothing more than a dream. But then, just as doubt began to creep in, the door swung open, and there stood Mingyu, shirtless and wearing only jeans, a tray of breakfast in his hands.

He flashed you a warm smile as he entered the room, the sight of him banishing any lingering doubts from your mind. "Good morning," he greeted you, his voice soft and filled with affection.

"Good morning," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you watched him approach. The sight of him, shirtless and bearing breakfast, made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth spread through you at the sight of him.

Mingyu set the tray down on the bedside table before climbing back into bed beside you, his warmth enveloping you once more. As you sat together, enjoying breakfast in each other's company.

In the middle of the afternoon, you was alone in your bedroom, Mrs. Kim appears with her phone, it was your parents, wanting to talk to you. You take the phone from Mrs. Kim with trembling hands, your heart racing with anticipation as you retreat to a secluded corner of the house. With bated breath, you answer the call, hoping against hope that it's your parents finally coming to rescue you from this unfamiliar place.

"Hello?" you say tentatively, the sound of your own voice echoing in your ears.

On the other end of the line, you hear your mother's voice, filled with concern and urgency. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" she asks, her tone fraught with worry.

You feel a surge of relief wash over you at the sound of her familiar voice. "Mom, it's me," you reply quickly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. "I'm okay, but I really want to come home. Can you please come get me? I need to tell you something…"

There's a moment of silence on the other end of the line before your mother responds, her voice heavy with regret. "Honey, I'm sorry, but we can't come get you right now," she says, her words hitting you like a punch to the gut. "We need you to stay there for a little while longer."

Your heart sinks at her words, the sense of disappointment threatening to overwhelm you. "But why?" you ask, your voice cracking with emotion. "I don't understand."

Before you can say anything else, you hear a click on the other end of the line, signaling that the call has ended. With a heavy heart, you lower the phone from your ear and turn around, only to find Mingyu standing there, his expression hardened and unreadable.

You swallow hard, feeling a sense of unease settle over you as you meet his gaze. "Mingyu, I..." you begin, but he cuts you off with a curt shake of his head before turning and walking out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You ran after him, your footsteps echoing in the stillness of the countryside as you desperately called out his name. But Mingyu didn't turn to look at you, his gaze fixed on the horizon as he continued walking towards the lagoon.

"Mingyu, please," you pleaded, your voice thick with emotion as you struggled to catch up to him. "Listen to me."

He finally stopped walking, but he still didn't turn to face you. Instead, he spoke with a tone of resignation, his voice heavy with disappointment. "I understand now," he said quietly. "You were just using me to pass the time until you could go home."

Your heart sank at his words, the guilt weighing heavily on your chest as tears welled up in your eyes. "No, Mingyu, that's not true," you insisted, your voice trembling with emotion.

"I... I care about you. What about yesterday? What we shared..."

But he cuts you off with a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yesterday was a mistake," he says, his words like a knife to your heart. "It doesn't change the fact that you were never really here for me. You were just biding your time until you could leave."

Your mouth hung open in shock as Mingyu's words sliced through you like a blade, leaving you reeling with hurt and disbelief. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend his harsh accusations.

"That's mean!" you finally managed to choke out, your voice trembling with emotion. "I know I'm wrong, but you're being so mean right now!"

Mingyu's attention snapped back to you at the sound of your sobs, his heart clenching with regret as he watched the tears stream down your face. He hadn't meant to hurt you so deeply, but in his anger and frustration, his words had cut far deeper than he had intended.

For a moment, there was silence between you, the weight of Mingyu's harsh judgment hanging heavy in the air. And then, finally, you spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper.

"It was a mistake then?" you asked, your words barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing.

Mingyu hesitates, his own emotions swirling inside him as he struggles to find the right words. "No, it wasn't a mistake," he admits quietly, his gaze softening as he meets your tear-filled eyes. "Yesterday... what we shared... it meant something to me."

Your heart races as Mingyu's words sink in, a mix of hope and confusion swirling inside you. "Then why are you saying all of this?" you ask, your voice trembling with emotion. "If it meant something to you, then why..."

Mingyu cuts you off with a heavy sigh, his gaze dropping to the ground as he struggles to find the right words. "Because it's not going to work," he admits, his voice filled with resignation. "You're going back to your expensive bags and imported cars, and I'm going to be alone."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the realization of what he's saying sending a surge of pain through your chest. "But how can you be sure that I want to go home?" you protest, desperation creeping into your voice. "You didn't even heard the whole conversation. I need to go home, yes, but not because I want to leave you. I need to go home to tell my parents, my friends, that I want to stay here."

Mingyu's shoulders sag at your words, a flicker of hope shining in his eyes. "You want to stay?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Yes," you say softly. "And do you know what made up my mind?"

Mingyu's gaze searches yours, waiting for your answer.

"You did," you admit, your voice barely a whisper as you meet his gaze. "You and this life... it made me feel something real. Something I've never felt before."

For a moment, there's a glimmer of understanding in Mingyu's eyes, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, things could work out between you. He takes a step towards you, reaching out as if to touch you, but you step back, your heart still raw from his earlier words.

"I'm hurt," you whisper, your voice breaking with emotion. "And I need some time alone to figure things out."

With that, you turn and walk away, leaving Mingyu standing there, his gaze following you with a mixture of longing and regret. And as you disappear from view, you can't help but wonder if you've made the right decision... or if you've just made a terrible mistake.

Mingyu stands in the doorway, his expression pensive as he takes in the sight of you curled up on the bed, your breath trembling from your recent tears. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to approach you, before finally taking a step into the room.

"I... I wanted to talk to you," he begins, his voice soft and hesitant. "I know things have been... difficult between us lately, and I just wanted to say..."

He pauses, struggling to find the right words as he searches your face for any sign of understanding. "When I first heard that a rich girl was coming to our farm, I'll admit, I had my doubts," he admits, his gaze dropping to the floor as he speaks. "I thought you would be like all the others – snobbish, entitled, looking down on us like we were beneath you."

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what comes next. "But you proved me wrong," he continues, his voice growing stronger with each word. "You learned everything we taught you, you got along with everyone, and... despite our bickering, you seemed so genuine."

Mingyu's words hang in the air, the weight of his apology lingering between you. He takes a step closer, his eyes pleading for understanding as he searches your face for any sign of forgiveness.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for the way I've treated you, for the things I've said. I was wrong to judge you based on where you come from, and... I hope you can forgive me."

There's a vulnerability in Mingyu's voice that tugs at your heartstrings, a sincerity that you can't ignore. You feel a lump form in your throat as you meet his gaze, seeing the regret and remorse etched in his features.

"I... I forgive you," you whisper, your voice barely audible as you speak. "And... I'm sorry too. For the way I've acted, for... everything."

Mingyu's eyes soften at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thank you," he says, his voice filled with gratitude. "And... I hope we can start over. Put all this behind us and... move forward."

In the bustling city where love often feels like just another commodity, you found something rare and precious in the countryside with Mingyu – an intense and fast connection that seemed to defy all logic and expectation. It was as if you could parachute jump into this feeling without a second thought, without fear of falling.

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꯱ ROTTEN, SO SPOILED! : U. HAJIME ꯱

summary : you are a spoiled girl, attend a well-known private school in your city, always having the best thing served on your plate, but always find your way to umemiya hajime, the delinquent in your city.

warning. cunnilingus, risky public space sex, unprotected sex, fingering, degrading, dirty talk, name-calling, praise kink.

wc. 8,7k ( sorry 😭 )

you walk through the vandalized hallways of furin high school, fuming with a box of bento in your left hand. the graffiti-covered walls and broken lockers only serve to amplify your anger. reaching the rooftop, you slam the door open, causing it to reverberate with a loud bang. the sound startles the furin students—sakura, suo, hiragi, kaji, nirei—who are busily gardening.

sakura, suo, nirei, hiragi, and kaji snap their heads toward you, eyes wide with surprise, while umemiya continues to calmly tend to the plants, seemingly unbothered by the commotion. you stride purposefully toward him, your anger palpable.

sakura, unable to contain his curiosity, turns to hiragi, the fourth king, and asks, “who is she?” hiragi glances at you, recognizing the fury in your eyes. “that's Y/N for you,“ he responds, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, throwing you a glance once before back to the plant on his hands, “she's here to see umemiya.”

you hurl the box of bento at the nearby plant, its contents scattering across the soil. “i don't want your bento!” you scream, your voice echoing across the rooftop. the other students gasp in shock, their eyes wide as they witness your outburst.

umemiya, however, remains calm. he continues to garden, his movements unhurried and composed, as if your anger doesn't faze him in the slightest. without looking up, he says with a hint of a smirk, “well, that's a waste of good food.” as you hurl the box of bento at the nearby plant, scattering its contents across the soil, the other students gasp in shock. their eyes widen as they take in the unexpected drama.

sakura stares in disbelief. “did she really just do that?” suo watches with raised eyebrows. “is this a regular thing?” and turning his head to unbothered hiragi and kaji. hiragi leans casually against the railing, watching casually. “oh, this is standard Y/N behavior, nothing new here.”

kaji, arms crossed and unbothered, playing with his phone, adds, “oh? yeah, umemiya’s been through this enough times, actually all of us. he’s taking it in stride, it's okay, just let them be.” as you continue to fume and umemiya calmly tidies up the mess, the other students look on with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

nirei decides to fill in the gaps. “i heard about her,” he begins with a playful tone. “Y/N’s is the daughter of some high-profile politicians. her entire life has been pretty much a red carpet.” sakura looks intrigued, looking at the orange-haired boy with the ‘bitch, english please’ expression before nirei continue, “red carpet? what do you mean?” sakura asks.

hiragi, knowing you a little bit more than the others answer, “ot means she’s been living in luxury. everything’s been catered to her—private schools, exclusive events, you name it. everything’s always been served to her on a silver platter.” kaji nods, throwing you a glance for a moment, “yeah, so when she doesn’t get her way, it’s like her personal universe has just exploded. that’s why she can be so dramatic.”

suo, now more interested, asks, “so her reactions are just a result of that lifestyle?” nirei nods enthusiastically. “exactly. i heard she’s used to everything being perfectly arranged for her, so when things don’t go as planned, she tends to react quite intensely.”

on the other end, you roll your eyes at umemiya nonchalant response, feeling a pang of irritation at his lack of reaction. “it's not about the food, you idiot,” you snap, crossing your arms petulantly. “it's about you constantly forcing unwanted attention on me.”

“i'm going to shove that entire bento down your throat if you keep giving me this, i don't even like bento.” the other students watch in a mix of surprise and intrigue, wondering how this scene will unfold. umemiya continues tending to his plants, undisturbed by your outburst, and his nonchalant attitude only serves to further rile you up.

his calm demeanor adds gasoline to the fire of your anger. “you're such an infuriating person,” you seethe, fists clenching at your side. “why do you insist on constantly pissing me off like this?” the other students exchange nervous glances, wondering if they should intervene or not. after a moment of tense silence, with only you glare at umemiya, who remains calm and composed. he finally turns to look at you, his gaze soft and his smile gentle. “are you done?” he asks in a soothing tone.

you respond by crossing your arms tightly over your chest, your expression one of stubborn defiance. with a dramatic sigh, you turn your head away, determined to ignore him. you sulk, your shoulders slumping as you pout, clearly not ready to let go of your frustration. the silence stretches as you continue to avoid his gaze, leaving umemiya to patiently wait for you to cool down.

despite your determination to maintain your anger, umemiya's calmness starts to chip away at your defenses. his gentle smile seems almost comforting, and his soft-spoken words send a strange flutter through your chest. you stubbornly continue to keep your gaze averted, refusing to acknowledge the effect he's having on you.

as the silence between you stretches on, you can feel your anger slowly giving way to a mixture of embarrassment and... curiosity? you resist the urge to glance at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you weakened. your sulking seems to amuse him, which only fuels your irritation.

you can't stand the way he always maintains his composure and remains unruffled while you struggle to keep your emotions in check. the other students continue to watch the unfolding drama, unsure of what to do or say. finally, after a few moments of strained silence, you grumble, “i'm not going to apologize, you know.” umemiya chuckles lightly at your stubbornness, the sound sending another unfamiliar flutter through your heart. he rises to his feet, the bento box in hand, and walks towards you with calm, measured steps.

“oh, i don't expect you to apologize,” he replies with a hint of amusement. “you're far too prideful for that.” he stops a few feet away from you, his gaze gentle as he looks down at you. his eyes drift down to your skirt, and he notices you’re wearing the one he’s repeatedly advised against. It’s the same skirt he thinks is too short, exposing more of your thighs than he’s comfortable with.

his expression darkens, a frown forming as his displeasure becomes evident. with a hint of frustration and protectiveness in his voice, he says, “i’ve told you not to wear that, haven’t i?” your eyes widen in surprise at his sudden change in demeanor. you'd expect him to address your earlier outburst, not your choice of clothing. you bristle at his words, feeling both annoyed and a tinge of embarrassment.

“since when do you get to decide what i wear?” you snap back defensively, your hands on your hips. “it's my body, and i can wear whatever i damn well, thank you very much,” you end your sentence with rolling your eyes in annoyance.

umemiya turns to his friends with a friendly smile and says, “you guys can head out now. don’t worry about me— i’ll join you later,” his voice is warm and casual, putting them at ease.

as his friends nod and begin to leave, umemiya’s gaze shifts back to you. his smile fades, and his expression turns serious as he takes in the sight of the skirt you’re wearing. a frown back to settles on his face, clearly showing his disapproval. “i’ve told you not to wear that, haven’t i?” he says, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and protectiveness. “it’s not appropriate. i really wish you’d listen to me on this.”

you watch as his friends leave, your heart rate quickening with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. his serious expression makes you feel both challenged and vulnerable. his repeated insistence about your skirt makes you feel even more defiant. you tilt your head defiantly and meet his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. “why does it bother you so much about what i wear?” you ask, your words tinged with a hint of anger, “it's just a skirt, not some scandalous outfit.”

“it is scandalous enough for me, don't you see how every man sees you?” he walks closer to you, taking off his gloves and throwing them at the ground roughly. his words stung, igniting a mix of embarrassment and frustration in you. “so what if they look?” you reply defiantly, standing your ground. “i can't control what others think. why should I have to change for them?” your heart pounds in your chest, torn between wanting to stand up for your right to choose and the hint of validation you feels from his concern.

your mind races with a mixture of shock, confusion, and an undeniable thrill. the intensity in his eyes and the possessive tone in his voice simultaneously scare and excite you. his words, laced with both threat and promise, make your heart thump wildly against your chest. as his thumb gently brushes against your lip, you can't help but shiver at the electric sensation that courses through you.

his provocative statement hangs in the air, leaving you torn between conflicting desires. a part of you wants to push his buttons just to see what happens, but the other. . . is too captivated by his dominant manner.

“i can wear whatever i want,” your words are defiant and confident, challenging his possessiveness and the limits he's trying to impose. he smirks at your defiance, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features as you challenge his authority. “is that right?” he says, his voice is low, irritated and dangerous. “so you think you can just strut around in whatever you want, without any regard for my opinion on the matter? you clearly need to learn some respect.”

he takes a step closer, narrowing the distance between you until he's towering over you before with a swift movement, he pulls you towards the picnic bench near the door. “nobody comes up here unless i say so,” he declares, his voice echoing in the enclosed space. slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang. the sudden isolation amplifies the tension between you, making the air seem thick with unspoken words.

“and you, my dear, are going to pay for your insolence,” sitting down, he positions you on his lap, straddling him effortlessly. one hand grips your wrist tightly, pinning it behind your body while the other travels down your body, tracing the curve of your hip before settling firmly on your thigh.

“you've been pushing your luck lately,“ he growls, leaning in close until his lips hover just inches from yours. “do you really want to provoke me further?” your heart beats a rapid tempo in your chest as you find yourself pushed onto the bench, pinned beneath him. his hand on your hip and the other on your wrist make you feel both dominated and exposed. the mix of fear and excitement causes your breathing to quicken, your body both wanting to resist and surrender at the same time.

you look up at him, trying to maintain a defiant glare but feeling the resistance in you slowly eroding. his nearness and his dominating presence make it hard to think straight. feeling your thighs against his lap makes you painfully aware of your vulnerable position. his eyes burn with a fierce intensity as he looks down at you, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. he can feel your pulse racing, your body trembling beneath him, and it only serves to fuel his desire.

“i asked you a question,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “do you want to continue provoking me, or will you finally learn some respect?” he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “because if you don't back down now, I'll show you just how much power I hold over you. and trust me, you won't like the consequences.”

his free hand slides up your thigh, inching closer to the heat of your core. the touch is gentle yet possessive, a reminder of who's in control here. “choose wisely, my love.” your body betrays you, reacting to his touch and words in a way that conflicts with your defiant spirit. the feel of his breath against your ear makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins.

you try to gather your thoughts, to find the strength to resist, but his possessive hold on your wrist and his hand slowly sliding up your thigh make it difficult to focus. the conflicting desires between submitting to his dominance and maintaining your independence churn within you. your voice comes out as a soft gasp as you respond, “what... what will you do if i don't listen?”

a smirk curls the corners of his mouth as he watches the conflict play out on your face. his fingers continue their slow ascent, teasingly close to the warmth between your legs. “well, that depends,” he replies, his voice dripping with arrogance and confidence. “if you're smart, you'll realize that defying me isn't worth the trouble. but if you insist on being stubborn...” his grip on your wrist tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his strength. he leans down, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing you with the promise of a kiss. “then i might have to take matters into my own hands.”

his hand finally reaches its destination, pressing firmly against your heat, a silent declaration of his ownership over you. the combination of his arrogant tone, his dominating grip on your wrist, and his possessive touch against your core sends a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches as he leans down, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing you with the promise of a kiss.

the mixture of desire and helplessness courses through you as he asserts his control. he presses against the heat between your legs, and a small gasp escapes your lips, betraying your body's response to his touch. you try to resist, to hold onto your defiance, but his dominance is overwhelming.

he smirks at your gasp, pleased with the effect he's having on you. his lips finally meet yours in a dominant kiss, claiming possession of your mouth as his tongue explores the depths of your mouth. as he kisses you, his hand on your core begins to move, rubbing against your sensitive flesh in a slow, deliberate motion. he breaks the kiss, looking down at you with a fierce gaze.

“now, let's see if you can still be stubborn after this,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “sit on the table and open your pretty legs wider for me, my love.” he applies gentle pressure to your inner thighs, urging you to comply with his demand while him sitting on the bench. his free hand releases your wrist, allowing you to move freely, but the implication is clear— you have a choice to make, and the consequences of your decision will be significant.

he applies more pressure against your core, his fingers exploring the wetness that has gathered there due to his touch. the sound of your gasps fills the open space, adding to the erotic tension between you. “but let's not rush things,” he continues, his eyes locked on yours. “i want to savor this moment, to enjoy the sight of you squirming under my touch.”

he allows his thumb to slip past the barrier of your panties, feeling the slick heat of your arousal. a low chuckle escapes him as he teases your clit with slow circles, his fingers drenched in your juices. “that's it, my love,” he purrs, watching you squirm beneath his touch. “let go of your pride and enjoy this, you know you want it.” his thumb continues its torturous pace, driving you closer to the edge without ever reaching the climax you crave.

he positions himself between your spread legs, sitting in front of you as your fragile body hovering over him. his hand trails down your body once again, lingering on the curves of your hips before reaching between your thighs. this time, he doesn't tease— instead, he plunges two fingers deep inside you, stretching you deliciously after position your legs on his shoulder, wide open. “feel that?” he asks, his voice filled with pride and lust. “that's the power I hold over you.”

“u-ume . .” you plead, stuttered.

at the sound of your stuttered plea, he smiles, a predatory glint in his eye. his fingers curl inside you, hitting spots that make your toes curl and your back arch off the table. he increases the pressure, his movements becoming more purposeful. “you like that, don't you?” he taunts, his voice thick with desire. “my little flower blossoming under my touch.” his gray irises darken as he gaze leaving yours to look at your drenching cunt in front of his face before back to yours, smiling like the devil.

his thumb resumes its work on your clit, applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the brink of release. each thrust of his fingers pushes you closer, but he holds back, refusing to allow you the satisfaction you crave. he watches your face intently, drinking in every expression of pleasure and frustration. his fingers continue their relentless pace, driving you wild with need. just when you think you can't take anymore, he slows down, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving you aching for more.

“not yet, my love,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin, against your thigh as his lips leaving a trail of burning sensation there. “i want you to beg for it first,” he leans in, his lips brushing against your cunt. “beg me to let you cum, and maybe, just maybe, i'll grant your wish.”

“please . . . i-i wanna cum,” your eyes glisten under the clear day, reflecting the man as you plead. his smirk widens at your plea, and he lets out a satisfied chuckle. he returns his attention to your swollen clit, circling it with renewed vigor. his fingers slide back inside you, filling you completely. “that's a good girl,” he praises, his voice dripping with lust. “now, tell me exactly how much you want it.”

with each word you utter, he increases the intensity of his touch, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. he wants to hear you beg, to know that you crave his touch as much as he craves you. your tiny hands grasping tightly around his wrist. “d-don't stop, please. . . ah! keep—” your lips throwing a tight line, along with your eyes closed hardly, long nails almost digging on his flesh. “hahh . . . hajime!”

your delicate fingers wrapped around umemiya's wrist. feeling your nails dig into his skin only fuels his desire further. he keeps up the relentless pace, his fingers moving in and out of you in a rhythm designed to drive you insane. with his other hand, he reaches down to cup your breast, pinching your nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

“that's it, moan my name,” he encourages, leaning forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss. as his tongue explores your mouth, his fingers find that sweet spot within you, pressing against it relentlessly. but he quickly pulls his fingers out the moment you close reach the edge, giving you false hope to cum. you moaning a protest, almost begging him to put his fingers back inside your cunt.

his fingers pause at the entrance of your pussy, just teasing you with the prospect of being inside you again. he pulls his hand away from your aching breast, leaving you cold and needy. “don't worry, my love,” he whispers, a devilish smile playing on his lips. “you're going to cum...but not until I'm ready.”

with that promise hanging in the air, he stands up, towering over you. his hand moves to undo his pants, freeing his hard cock that throbs with anticipation. he take of the blazer of your private-school uniform, throwing them mindlessly and snatch open your white shirt open without taking the shirt off, giving him a sight of a pair of your breasts, covered with pink lacy bra.

his eyes darken at the sight of your breasts, barely contained by the lacy material of your bra. he runs a finger along the edge of your bra strap, his touch sending sparks of pleasure across your skin. “mmm, you look beautiful like this,” he murmurs, leaning down to place soft kisses on the swell of your breasts.

“but i want more.”

without warning, he grips the bottom of your bra and pulls it down, exposing your nipples to the cool air of the open space. he takes a hardened peak into his mouth, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure, making you arch your back towards him.

a low groan escapes him the moment your hand and land on his cock, wraps your fingers around to feel the heat. . . burning even, radiating from his skin. his cock twitches in your grip, already eager for more of your touch. “oh, you're playing with fire now,” he warns, his voice husky with desire. despite the warning, he continues to lavish attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle bites and soothing licks.

your ministrations seem to spur him on, and he begins to thrust subtly into your hand, seeking friction. the sensation of your soft palm stroking his hardness is intoxicating, and he finds himself growing harder with each pass.

“don't stop,” he begs, his hips rocking into your touch as he loses himself in the pleasure of your caress. the urge to claim you fully becomes overwhelming, and he knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

umemiya can't help but grunt as your fingers tighten around his throbbing member, coaxing out lewd sounds of pleasure from deep within his chest. your touch is a drug he can’t get enough of, drawing forth primal urges to possess and claim. fueled by your touch, he grows increasingly desperate, his hips bucking erratically into your hand. he pulls back from your breasts momentarily— panting heavily, looking down at you with darkened eyes full of lust, raw hunger and a hint of mischief.

“enough games,” he says, his voice rough with arousal. in a swift movement, he lifts you effortlessly off the table, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. with your back pressed against the wall, he aligns himself at your entrance. a single, powerful thrust sends him deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely. the sensation of being buried within you is overwhelming, and he groans deeply, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“oh fuck!” you almost scream, back arch away from the wall the moment in second his cock bottom out. “holy fuck...” he curses, his hips beginning to move in a rhythmic motion. each thrust drives him deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

“w-wait, can we move? it's a public place, wha.. what if someone sees us?” you ask as his cock filling you up, he pauses mid-thrust, his breath hot against your ear. his cock remains buried deep inside you, twitching with the need to move. “you're not wearing condom either.” your eyes straight up meet with the open sky in front of you before meeting his, hooded with nothing but lust and desire for him.

he halts his movements momentarily, considering your words. but then he shakes his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “fuck ‘em, baby. let ‘em watch,” he replies, resuming his vigorous pounding. the thought of being caught only seems to fuel his desire further. ignoring your concerns about privacy, he continues to pound into you with unrestrained passion. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the quiet rooftop garden, punctuated by your gasps and moans.

“we're alone here,” he assures you breathlessly, his voice muffled against your neck. his free hand roams your body, squeezing your ass cheeks as he grinds against you. “i told everyone to stay away before, remember?” he adds, nipping at your earlobe. “no one will bother us, none of those fucker dare to bother me.” his thrusts become more erratic when a glimpse of you nodding caught by his gray irises, driven by the intensity of his desire. the absence of a condom only heightens the risk, the danger making the experience even more exhilarating.

“you feel incredibly wrapped around me like this,” he growls, picking up speed. “so fucking tight and wet. i can't get enough of you.” his words send shivers down your spine, and you cling to him tighter, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. the roughness of the wall against your back contrasts with the smoothness of his skin as he moves within you.

“ah, hajime!” you cry out, your voice rising in pitch as he hits that perfect spot inside you again and again. your nails dig into his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself as the world spins around you. just when you think you can't take anymore, he shifts the angle of his thrusts, rubbing against your clit with every stroke.

he leans back slightly, giving himself a better angle to plunge deeper inside you. his movements become more deliberate, each thrust designed to hit that spot within you that makes you clench around his cock. “you like that, hm?” he asks, his voice dripping with arrogance and satisfaction. as he speaks, he slows his pace momentarily, allowing you to savor the fullness of him inside you before driving into you with renewed vigor.

“fuck— s . . so good.”

the sensation of being taken so brutally, so passionately, is overwhelming. your walls begin to flutter around his cock, signaling your approaching climax. he responds by gripping your hips tighter, anchoring you to him as he fucks you with abandon. he quickens his pace, his cock driving in and out of you with ruthless precision. each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, your orgasm building rapidly.

“i'm gonna make you cum so hard,” he promises, his voice a low purr against your ear. “my little slut.” his words send shivers down your spine, adding to the pleasure coursing through your veins. your clit rubs against his pelvis with every thrust, the stimulation pushing you closer to the brink.

“fuck... you're so tight,” he groans, his thrusts becoming more desperate. “i can't hold back much longer.” feeling your inner walls start to convulse around his throbbing cock, umemiya gives a few final, deep thrusts before surrendering to his own climax. with a guttural groan, he spills himself inside you, his seed flooding your womb.

“that's right, cum for me,” he commands, his voice thick with lust. “show me how much you love my cock.” the sight of you coming undone under him, your body writhing with pleasure, is enough to push him over the edge. as waves of ecstasy wash over him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. “you're mine,” he whispers fiercely, still pulsing inside you.

still buried deep inside you, he holds you tightly against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. his heavy breaths fan across your skin, each exhale hot and ragged. umemiya smirks against your neck and lips brushing against your sensitive skin.

he pulls his head away from your neck to took his gaze to you. smirk only grow wider after he see you, eyes glisten, your cheeks crimson red while your chest rising up and down, trying to catch your breath that he just took away. “i want more,” your honey voice ringing under the warm breeze, looking at the gray iris upfront.

“always so greedy,” he teases, his own are dark and intense, reflecting the raw desire still burning within him. umemiya bring his feet to the green picnic bench, still with you wrapped around him like a koala before he sit on the table with you on his lap, his cock still inside you.

his muscular arm tightly holds you close, leaving no space between except the uniform you use and the white t-shirts he used. instead of moving his hips, his lips find you first, giving you nothing but sloppy kisses.

he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with fervor. as he ravages your lips, his free hand begins to roam your body once more, caressing your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your uniform. leaning back slightly, he gazes down at where your bodies are still joined, marveling at the sight of his length disappearing into you. even though they've just finished, his cock twitches inside you, signaling its readiness for another round.

“mmm, tastes so sweet,” he murmurs against your mouth, breaking the kiss briefly to nip at your lower lip. he resumes his assault on your senses, his hips starting to rock gently, stirring his softening cock within you. his other hand slides down to your thigh, pressing it firmly against his hip as he grinds against you. the friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your core, reigniting the embers of your desire.

“tell me what you want,” he urges, his voice husky with need. “i'll give it to you, anything at all.“ your arm wrapped around his neck while the free one roamed around his body, feeling the tone muscle under his white t-shirts before sleeping on his white lock, tugging his head slightly to give you a space of his neck.

you biting his adam's apple before whispering, “fuck me, hajime. i wanna feel your dick inside me again,” at the end of your words, your lips find it's way to his soft spot, sucking and licking, mindlessly giving him a harmless bruise. lips so sweet but so filthy, so so filthy. his sharp intake of breath tells you everything— the action on his neck has struck a chord, setting off a surge of arousal. a pleased hum rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your mouth. with a firm grip on your hips, he positions you just so, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“hold onto something,” he warns, his voice low and raspy. with a swift movement, he thrusts up into you, burying himself to the hilt in a single fluid motion. the sudden intensity of his penetration causes you to gasp, your back arching involuntarily as pleasure spikes through your body. he doesn’t pause, however, his hips snapping forward in a series of short, forceful thrusts that have you seeing stars for the second time.

“beg for it,” he orders, nipping at your earlobe. “f-fuck me, hajime. don't stop, o-oh fuck!” tears streaming down your face, ruining your mascara the way your closed tightly.

“that's it, say my name when you want something,” he groans, pushing into you with increased force. his hands roam freely now, grasping your ass cheeks firmly and spreading them apart to gain better access. the new angle allows him to hit deeper than before, his tip bumping against that spot inside you that seems to trigger every nerve ending. the change in position causes a slight sting, but it's quickly overtaken by the torrent of blissful sensations cascading throughout your body.

“faster...” you gasp out, your fingers digging into his flesh as you struggle to articulate the intensity of your needs. at your plea, he obliges without hesitation, picking up the pace to a relentless rhythm. each thrust becomes harder, faster, more demanding than the last. his cock slams into you relentlessly, the sound of wet, slick flesh meeting filling the air.

“that’s it, take it, baby,” he growls, his voice laced with raw lust. “all of it.”

all of it.

his hands leave your ass momentarily, trailing up your sides before returning to grasp your thighs, lifting them higher so he can angle his thrusts perfectly. this new position drives his cock even deeper, hitting that secret spot within your closed eyelids, bursts of light flicker like stars.

“god damn, i love fucking you,” he pants, leaning forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss. “fuck, i-i can't—” you crying on his lips. he breaks the kiss, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he continues to pound into you with unrelenting ferocity, splitting you into two. your cries only spur him on, his movements becoming even more brutal as he chases his own release.

“shh, you can,” he snarls, his teeth bared in a feral grin. “you will,” he whispered in your ear. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucks you senseless. the added stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your body tensing in preparation for the inevitable climax.

“now, cum for me,” he demands, his voice a low, commanding growl. “show me how much you want it.” but the moment you're about to reach your climax, umemiya stop moving, mocking you with a giggle and in one second you're already pressing against the hard wood covered with his uniform, your feet standing wobble in front of umemiya. a moan of protest leave your lips the moment you feel the emptiness inside your pussy.

“i know baby, i know,” he reassuring you that he's gonna fuck you once again, “you can't stand properly, but try harder for me, hm?“ he caresses your ass with one hand while the other slightly tug your hair, guiding your face to the side so he can take a clearer vision of your side profile.

he holds your hips with one hand while the other stroking his hard-still cock, getting ready for you once again. he watches you with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged as he waits for you to regain some semblance of balance. when you finally manage to steady yourself, he gives a satisfied grunt, his hand tightening around your hip.

“there we go,” he says approvingly, a smirk playing on his lips. “now let's finish this.” without further ado, he aligns himself with your dripping entrance once more. holding onto your waist firmly, he thrusts into you with renewed vigor. the sensation of being filled completely by him sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“fuck yes,” he groans, his pace relentless as he starts to hammer into you with abandon. “fuck— stop! u-ume . .” your hand moving backwards, trying to reach umamiye who's ready to fuck you from behind. your action only made him grasp your wrist and jail your hands from pushing him away. you don't know why, but somehow he's getting more bigger than usual you can practically feel his cock poking your cervix, suffocating you.

“so big, —c-cant. oh. my-god!” he fuck you so good you can't even making a sentence properly. a dark chuckle escapes him at your struggles, his grip on your wrist unyielding as he uses his other hand to spread your legs wider, opening you up to receive him fully. “shh, just let go,” he coaxes, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he leans in close, “i've got you.” he give your shoulder a kiss after kiss, a hard bite after that's for sure going to leave a bruise.

each powerful thrust seems designed to drive you mad with pleasure, his thick length stretching you impossibly wide as it plunges into your depths. the pressure builds with each stroke, until you can hardly bear the intense sensations coursing through your body. “come on, baby,” he urges, his voice a husky whisper. “give it to me. let me feel you cumming on my cock.” umemiya large palm gripping on your neck as he pulls you closer until your back touching his chest. his other arm slinging around your waist tightly. his thumb pressing on your neck.

“good slut, good little slut for me, i know you can take it baby,” he whispered in your ear as he thrust faster. his cock throbs inside you, the sensation amplified by the clenching walls surrounding him. the thought of him taking you so thoroughly, so ruthlessly, has your mind spinning. his grip is unyielding, ensuring you remain trapped beneath him as he continues to ravage your body.

“you like it rough, don't you?” he taunts, his breath hot against your ear. “you love when i fuck you senseless, when i make you mine completely.” his hips snap forward, driving his enormous cock deeper into your pussy. the pressure is intense, bordering on painful, but you crave it, needing more of the exquisite agony he inflicts upon you.

“yes, just like that,” you whimper, your body trembling with the effort of staying upright. “s-so deep, hajime.” with a deep, guttural groan, umemiya increases the tempo of his thrusts, his large member slamming into your clenching walls with relentless force. each movement sends ripples of pleasure radiating out from your core, threatening to consume you whole.

“that's right,” he grunts, feeling your inner muscles fluttering around his pulsing shaft. “take every inch, baby. show me how much you need it.” the heat between your bodies intensifies, the sounds of skin slapping against skin mingling with your desperate gasps and moans. umemiya's fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks that serve as a permanent reminder of his possession.

“don't hold back now,” he commands, his voice strained with desire. “cum for me, show me what you really are...my good little slut.” his grip on your throat tightens, just enough to make your pulse race and your head spin. the combination of his dominating touch and the brutal pace of his fucking leaves you dizzy with need, teetering on the brink of a shattering climax.

“i'm going to fill you up,” he promises, his voice strained with desire. “going to mark you as mine from the inside out.” feeling your walls tighten around him, umemiya's control snaps. with a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, flooding your womb with his hot seed for the nth time that afternoon. your name is a primal chant on his lips as he rides out his orgasm, each spurt sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“oh fuck, why are you so damn tight? i thought i already stretched you out before,” he pants, his body shaking with the force of his release. “so perfect... c-can't believe i try not to break you when you're this pretty,” as the last tremors of his orgasm subside, he slowly eases out of you, his spent cock glistening with your combined juices. leaning down, he presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, marking you with his scent.

“good girl,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, laced with satisfaction. “always so good for me.” slowly he leans you against the table once more, letting you catch your breath as your eyes close. he too, trying to catch his breath. eyes still glue on your flustered face.

his gaze shifted to your dripping pussy when he pulled his dick out, bringing your cum as well, until it dripped on the floor, making a little puddle of cum, mixing with his. watching you with hooded eyes, umemiya's hand trails lightly over your curves, tracing patterns across your skin. the sight of your glistening cunt, coated with their mixed fluids, sends another wave of arousal through him.

“that's right,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble. “you're covered in my cum, all mine.” leaning down, he takes a moment to lap at your swollen clit, savoring the taste of you mixed with his own essence. the sensation is intoxicating, driving him to new heights of desire. a string of moan leaving your lips swollen lips.

“you look so sexy like this,” he murmurs against your heated flesh, “all used up and marked by me.” his tongue laps at your slick folds again, savoring the taste of you. every flick and swirl sends jolts of pleasure shooting through your body, reigniting the flames of desire. “just relax,” he soothes, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “let me take care of everything.”

slowly, methodically, he begins to work on your sensitive nub, his mouth a warm, wet oasis on your throbbing clit. the dual sensations of his tongue and the remnants of his cum coating your pussy have you squirming under his touch. “fuck, ume— so sensitive,” you whimpering, clenched around nothing. he chuckles darkly, the vibrations adding to the intensity as he continues to tease your clit with his tongue. his hands roam your body, kneading and caressing, mapping every curve and dip.

“mmm, i know just what you like,“ he purrs, his words muffled against your sensitive flesh. “you're so responsive to me, baby. always so eager to please like a little slut,” he chuckles. increasing the pressure, he sucked gently on your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud before releasing it with a pop. the cool air hits your damp skin, sending shivers down your spine. he spins you around, guiding you to sit on the edge of the table. leaning in, he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you once more.

“taste yourself on my tongue,” he growls against your lips, his voice thick with lust. “taste us, together.” the tangy flavor of his cum mixes with your own natural sweetness, a heady cocktail that only serves to heighten your arousal. you can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, a constant reminder of what's to come.

“now, let's get cleaned up,” he murmurs, breaking the kiss to stand straight and pull you to your feet. “and then we can start round two,” a breathy chuckle follows, jokingly along with you moaning a complaint, already feeling sore, “i can't feel my leg.” he laughs heartily at your complaint, moving to grab your hips to help support you. “poor thing,” he teases, squeezing your hips gently. “next time i'll go easier on you,” he kiss your forehead with the same soft downturn gray eyes he always had.

“wait here for me baby, let me clean you up,” he kissed your forehead once again before taking a clean cloth to clean your mess and his. with gentle but firm movements, umemiya cleans away the evidence of your intense lovemaking. his touch is careful yet thorough, ensuring every trace of their combined essences is wiped away.

“there, all better,” he says, planting a soft kiss on your temple. “i've got you,” he wraps the cloth around your hips, securing it snugly to keep the blood flowing back to your legs. giving your ass a playful slap, he smirks. “stay put, baby. i'll be right back,” returning moments later, umemiya carries a bottle of cold water and a small towel.

“come sit properly on the table, honey,” he says sweetly, his voice resonating in your ears. with gentle hands, he guides you to sit facing him on the table while he takes a seat on the bench. he positions your legs sideways and looks up at you with a warm smile.

he carefully unwinds the cloth from around your hips, his fingers grazing your sensitive skin. setting aside the cloth, he pours some water onto the towel and begins to wipe down your thighs and between your legs.

“this should help,” he explains, his voice soothing. “cold water will bring the blood back to your legs faster,” he continues to dab at your skin, taking care not to press too hard. each stroke of the cool fabric sends pleasant tingles up your spine, helping to ease the ache in your limbs.

“mmm, that feels nice,” you murmur, feeling your body relax under his touch. you watch his expression, noticing the way his eyes focus on his task, carefully dabbing at your skin with the cool cloth. despite the domesticity of the moment, you can still feel a faint tension between the two of you, an undercurrent of desire that hasn't quite been satisfied.

your eyes meet his as he looks up at you, his fingers gliding gently along your sensitive skin. “is that better?” he asks, his voice filled with a subtle hint of satisfaction. his fingers brush against your inner thighs as he cleans you, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “keep still,” he instructs, his voice low and commanding, “don't move.”

despite the pleasant sensations his touch is stirring, you obey his command and try to stay still, gripping the edge of the table for support. you can feel the cool cloth gliding across your skin, erasing the remnants of their earlier activities. his eyes remain fixed on your face as he continues to clean you, his touch firm yet gentle. the silence in the room is interrupted only by the sound of your labored breaths, a telltale sign of your growing desire. “feel better?” he smiles at you after he finishes cleaning you up.

you nod, feeling a mix of pleasure and relief now that the cool water has helped to soothe your aching muscles. “much better,” you reply, a small smile curving your lips. “thank you.” he tosses the cloth into the basket in the corner before letting his hands resting on your thighs. “good,” he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied. “i like taking care of you.” his thumbs brush against your inner thighs, and you can feel his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of you.

“why?” you asked.

he glances up at you, a hint of surprise in his expression. “why what?” he asks, his thumbs still tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he continues to gaze at you. “why do you enjoy taking care of me so much?” you ask, curiosity in your voice as you place one palm on the table to support your body, leaning slightly towards him. he pauses for a moment, his fingers stilling against your skin as he considers your question. “because i care about you,” he says finally, his voice sincere. “i like knowing that i can help you feel good, that i can take care of you. i t makes me happy,” he kiss your arm lightly.

“yeah, but why?” you press, wanting to understand his deeper reasons. “what makes you want to take on that responsibility and effort for me?” he hesitates for a moment, his fingers resuming their gentle caresses as he gathers his thoughts. “i suppose it's because i have a strong protective instinct when it comes to you,” he admits, his voice much softer now. “i want to shield you from anything that might hurt you, and i want to make sure that you're happy and taken care of.”

he pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. “i guess i just can't stand the thought of anyone else touching you or making you feel the way i can.” “but we're not even dating, aren't we?” your eyebrows arch, “why do you want to waste your time taking care of me?” you asked, added another layer of your confusion to umemiya's plate.

he lets out a soft sigh, his thumbs still tracing lazy circles on your skin. “i don't see it as wasting my time,” he responds, his voice firm, “taking care of you brings me a sense of satisfaction and contentment.” he silent for a moment, his expression becoming more serious. “and yes, we're not officially dating,” he admits, “but that doesn't change my feelings for you. i care for you, regardless of the title we put on our relationship.” he hesitates for a moment, his thumbs pausing momentarily on your skin before resuming their gentle stroking. he tilts his head slightly to one side. “does that matter to you?”

he watches your expression with a mixture of curiosity and concern as he waits for your response. it's clear that your question has struck a nerve and prompted him to consider the significance of your relationship status. he leans in closer, his hands moving to rest on your hips as he gazes into your eyes. “does it matter to you that we're not officially dating?” he repeats, his voice low but earnest. he gauges your reaction carefully, clearly interested in your answer.

you shrug your shoulders and say, “yes, it’s important to me. i believe i deserve more than just a relationship without any real commitment or label,” your eyes meet his gentle gaze, revealing your emotions as they reflect back at you in his expression. he nods thoughtfully, his fingers gently tracing along the curve of your hips as he processes your response. “i see,” he mutters, his voice thoughtful. “you want something more concrete, something that's defined and has a label.” he gazes into your eyes, his expression earnest. “can i ask you something?”

“hm?” your eyes never leaving his.

he hesitates for a moment, his thumbs stroking your skin in slow, soothing motions. “if i asked you to be my girlfriend right now,” he finally murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours, “would you say yes?” you smile slightly, tilting your head to one side until it rests gently on your shoulder. with a playful glint in your eye, you add, “i’d probably say yes.” his expression shifts, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “probably?” he repeats, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

he moves closer to you, his hands finding their way to your hips once again. “only probably? i wanted a definite answer, not a probability.”

“then take me out on a date and ask me properly,” you say, a smile still gently gracing half of your face. as you speak, your fingers lightly drifts across and rests on his soft skin, tenderly caressing his cheek. he lets out a low chuckle, his hands stilling on your thighs as he leans back and looks up at you. “you're demanding one, aren't you?” he teases, his fingers continuing their gentle caresses on your thigh. “but fair enough,” he added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

he studies you for a moment before finally standing up and taking a step closer to you, his hands moving to rest on your hips. “alright then,” he says, his tone playful, “how about i take you out to dinner tomorrow night and ask you out properly?”

nodding your head with a small smile that gradually grows wider, you say, “cool,” your shyness preventing you from giving a more complete answer. he grins at your response, his hands firmly on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. “cool,” he repeats, a note of satisfaction in his voice.

he grins at you, his hands still resting on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. “you'll say yes, right?” he teases, his voice low and slightly taunting. “once i take you out and ask you properly, you won't have an excuse to say no?” he leans in closer, his body pressed against yours, his breath warm against your neck. “you can't back out now,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “after i take you out on a date and ask you to be my girlfriend, i expect you to say yes.” he nuzzles your neck, his lips trailing soft kisses against your skin. “no take backs, no second thoughts. you're mine.”

“don’t have much of a choice now, do i?” you chuckle softly as your hand reaches out to gently touch his soft white hair. he chuckles softly, his lips still pressed against your neck. “no, you don't,“ he agrees, his hands drifting down to squeeze your hips gently. “but I'm sure you won't mind being mine.” he pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of desire and possessiveness. “you're already mine in every way that matters,” he adds, his voice low and seductive.

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