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xomakara · 1 month ago

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Behind Closed Doors

SUMMARY | The quiet guy who lives next door to you hardly seems to notice you, but you can't help but notice him—he's gorgeous. You've given up all hope of striking up a conversation until he comes to your rescue one night after your ex shows up to your house, drunk and looking to take you back, whether you want him or not.

PAIRINGS | Seonghwa x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE | neighbor!Seonghwa, neighbor!Reader, smut, non-idol au, next door neighbor trope

CONTENT/WARNINGS | drunk cheating ex, profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, oral sex (both receiving/giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, creampies

LENGTH | 6,053 words

TAGLIST | —

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE | I love writing next door neighbor tropes just as much as I love writing college aus. I hope you all like this. Show support by liking, commenting and reblogging. Love you all 💚

"I told you to get out!" you yelled, throwing pillows at the sorry excuse of an ex-boyfriend you dated. You didn't miss when they hit him right in the face, and it gave you a weird satisfaction seeing him be hurt, even though it was from the small weapon.

"C'mon, babe, please. We were so good together!" He complained, attempting to get on his hands and knees and crawl over to where you stood on the opposite side of the sofa.

"Oh yeah? Does that mean that me finding out about you fucking all those random tramps was us being 'good together' too?" you scoffed at him.

"Now, babe—"

"Don't you 'babe' me, you asshole. Go find some other chick to go play house with! I never want to see you again, are we clear!?" you seethed. This had gotten annoying rather fast, and now you could barely stand looking at his face any longer.

"Baby, you know that she's nothing compared to you. You're the only one I ever want. I can't get you out of my—"

"If I was the only one that you cared about, you wouldn't have done that in the first place," you said as calmly as you could, trying not to get more upset by thinking about what he did.

“We all make mistakes sometimes!” He pleaded.

"FUCKING MY LANDLORD IN MY BEDROOM AFTER THINKING I WAS OUT OF TOWN IS A MISTAKE!?!?" you screamed, picking up another pillow from behind you and threw it with full force at him. He only missed the attack by dodging.

"Babe..." He tried crawling to you again but you just punched the sofa as hard as you could.

"I have had it! I am so fucking done! There is no chance in hell we will ever get back together and get married like you'd wanted—we're done. Are we clear on this, Park Donghyun!?" You used his full name in a way that wasn't appealing or desirable. It was in a harsh, angry voice that rang through his ears and scared him slightly. He just stayed on the ground, still crawling as slow as he could and acting as if it pained him for you to feel the way you did.

"Sweetheart, please," he croaked. "You know we belong together. I never really loved them, it was you."

You weren't sure if you two were ever good together or just good fucks to each other—either way, you weren't going back to a person like that. When he reached over the couch for you, you went to dodge out of the way and unfortunately, with your shitty luck, you tripped over the leg of the coffee table and fell, hitting your head hard against the corner as you hit the ground.

There was a lot of pain and the stench of soju filled your nose as Donghyun bent over you with lust filled eyes…and then suddenly nothing.

A few blinks later, the blurry figure above you was now much clearer, but it definitely wasn't your shitty ex-boyfriend. It was a much more beautiful sight: Seonghwa, your gorgeous neighbor who seemed to care more than he should about the stranger across the hallway, not that you were going to complain.

"Hey, hey, you should stay still," Seonghwa spoke softly.

"Oww," you groaned, taking an attempt to move to show you were feeling fine. Seonghwa gently grasped your arms and helped you into a sitting position. "Did that fucker leave?"

"Don't worry. I made sure he wouldn't be bothering you again," Seonghwa replied, letting his eyes glide down to the purplish mark on the side of your face. It broke his heart to see that someone would ever consider treating someone else, especially a woman, this way. "Did he do that to you?"

"This?" you winced at the slight pain. "No. I was trying to get away from him and I tripped. Unfortunately, there was a table there that knocked me out, not the creep." You let out a long breath and blinked rapidly. "God, why did my life turn into a drama?"

You and Seonghwa sat there awkwardly, neither of you too sure what to do in the current situation you were both in. You were never that close, having only waved at each other a handful of times when you had happened to catch each other at the same time and your eyes met. Other than that, you hadn't gotten past acquaintances with the handsome male, though your friends seemed convinced you should start a relationship with him or at least have a nice quick fling for a week or so.

"Hey," he broke the silence that had been lasting a while. "If you want me to, I can put an ice pack on that for you. Might help to prevent the swelling, not to mention the pain."

You hadn't noticed the ache before, but now that it was mentioned, the spot throbbed almost as if in response. A look of surprise had etched onto your features as you finally answered. "That's alright," you answered a little too fast to be natural, "you don't have to do that."

Seonghwa watched you for a second before his expression melted into one of reassurance. "It's okay, I insist," his features brightened with a genuine smile. "Do you have any in your freezer?"

Before you could respond, he was walking over and grabbing them. With the ice in hand, he sat next to you. His shoulder rested gently against yours, his warmth spreading from his thin cotton shirt to you and you were tempted to sink against him and feel his muscles under his shirt. His smell was intoxicating, the light scent of his body wash still lingering from when he showered before coming to rescue you.

Seonghwa was coming home from running errands when the sound of shouting across the hall caught his attention. He knew it was no place for someone to be alone in such a situation, so he rushed over without a second thought. He didn't even question why the front door was unlocked; he assumed someone was preventing you from leaving and Seonghwa did not like that.

Bursting through the door, Seonghwa's protective instincts surged when he saw your ex looming over you. He didn't hesitate – grabbing the man, shoving him out, and slamming the door shut. Concern flooded him as he turned to you, lying on the living room floor.

Seonghwa was relieved to hear your injury was from a fall, not your ex's abuse. As he held the ice pack to your bruised cheek, his heart ached, wishing he could erase your pain. A permanent frown settled on his concerned face. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, pulling the ice back to gauge your reaction.

You nodded your thanks, then took the ice pack from him. "My head's pounding," you admitted, "but it was doing that before. The ice actually feels good..." You trailed off, glancing at Seonghwa. He was watching you with such focused attention, it made you self-conscious. "Though, yeah, it is pretty cold."

"Hm... How are things with him? Better now? Do I need to scare him off some more?" He joked, despite the tone and the expression on his face showing nothing more than that.

A dry laugh fell from your lips. "I honestly can't believe him."

"He seemed really obsessed." He nodded as he agreed.

"It's not just that," you scoffed bitterly. "He slept with other women the entire time we were dating, even after he said he loved me. He even slept with my landlady when he thought I was out of town." You shook your head, exasperated. "And here I am, unloading all this on you when we barely know each other. I'm sure you have better things to do than listen to me complain about my ex."

"Well, my schedule is empty at the moment, and I don't mind listening to you talk, either," Seonghwa shifted so that your right knee pressed against his own, his arms resting against his leg. "And about us not really knowing each other, we could get to know each other now and worry about that another day."

You thought about his offer to try and get to know each other while pressing the ice against the bruised spot once again. "So, I should be expecting you in my apartment more often now?"

A slight grin flashed over his lips, a deep chuckle shaking his body lightly. The vibration seemed to radiate into you, a sweet buzz tingling throughout your body and making it warmer than before. "Only if you need rescuing."

The corners of your lips curved into a smile as your free hand reached and ruffled Seonghwa's hair. "Careful now. What would your girlfriend say?"

He let out a laugh. "I'm single if that's what you're asking."

This gorgeous man was single? Even a guy like him was still unattached in this dating scene? As much as you were shocked, you were grateful for the information. You made sure not to let out a relieved sigh as he leaned in toward you.

Seonghwa removed the ice from your hand and held it against your face. It felt like it was much colder now that his fingers were brushing against your skin, especially since the bruise felt a bit better. Not to mention that you could see something sparkle in Seonghwa's eyes. This guy...

"Sorry for coming in unannounced earlier. I just needed to make sure that he wouldn't be able to hurt you," he said with a tinge of guilt in his voice. "You must be surprised I didn't even knock or anything."

You blinked rapidly, pulling back slightly. Then, you reached out and placed your hand over his, helping him hold the ice pack to your cheek. "You don't need to apologize," you reassured him with a warm smile. "I'm just grateful you were here. Who knows what could've happened otherwise, to me or my apartment." Your smile softened. "And don't worry about surprising me. Thank you, Seonghwa."

The shared warmth of your hands on the ice pack faded as Seonghwa withdrew his touch, leaving a lingering warmth on your skin. A flicker of disappointment quickly gave way to a flutter of excitement as his fingers gently grazed your cheek, careful of the bruise. This wasn't the casual acquaintance you'd known from brief encounters at the mailbox; a deeper connection was sparking to life.

Seonghwa kept the ice pack in place, but his focus shifted. His right hand traced your jawline, fingers hesitant yet drawn to your warmth. The intimacy of the moment was unexpected, a spark igniting where only polite exchanges had existed before. His touch lingered, a silent question hanging in the air, as if seeking permission to bridge the gap between comfort and something more.

He pulled his hand away and picked up the now melting bag, bringing it into the open-plan kitchen that connected with the living room. You followed behind him, confused as to why he had stopped the closeness the two of you were sharing before.

You stood in the doorway to the kitchen while Seonghwa refroze the ice pack. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" His dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle with interest as he studied you.

"Uh, well..."

"Or should I give you some space?" His eyebrows knit together as he fidgeted nervously, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. "I mean, I shouldn't impose, right?"

As if the fates were giving you the signal to tell Seonghwa that, yes, he was always welcome to 'impose', your stomach growled, growling loud enough that the gorgeous man couldn't have ignored it. You groaned and hung your head slightly while laughing lightly, embarrassment burning across your face and through your body.

Seonghwa let out a laugh. "Come over to my place. I'll whip something up," he said with a gentle voice. He walked out of the kitchen and past you, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. You weren't entirely sure if it was done on purpose or if it was coincidental. But you let him guide you out of your apartment and across the way to his.

A few weeks later, Seonghwa had invited you over for coffee and conversation. Spending more time with the tall and gorgeous man across the hallway didn't sound bad at all. Sure, it had only been a few days since the 'incident', but you had already learned so much. For instance, Seonghwa juggled studying business with bartending gigs and helping out at a friend's car rental. It wasn't the most conventional career path, but he managed it all with surprising ease. Not to mention the fact he had the ability to stay motivated to pull it all off and somehow stay as calm and cool as he is. Then there was the way he effortlessly slipped into his charming demeanor. And how that never left whenever you were together.

Okay, you had to admit you had it pretty bad. This wasn't how you expected to be feeling, given how your relationship with your ex had ended just recently. Yet here you were, admiring this amazingly talented and attractive man sitting in front of you, wearing the most casual clothing possible. Despite looking quite sleepy and lazy with a bit of hair mussed and a very big, comfortable shirt, a small portion of skin was showing and it took all the willpower you had not to stare at him for a little longer. He was that incredible to look at. He'd even fallen asleep in his arm chair, and when you heard soft snores emitted, a light giggle had escaped your lips. Even in sleep, he still looked handsome and you could feel the growing urge to run your fingers through his silky hair and graze his face delicately.

Oh yes, you had it pretty bad... But how would he react? Maybe he would be the one running away. Or not. If he's anything like your ex, then there is a large probability he will leave like all the men you've dated had. Still...

You heaved a sigh and peeked over at Seonghwa, watching his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. You quietly cleared your throat and leaned over the table where his mug still remained, most likely cold. Placing your fingers against the handle, you began moving to grab the mug, planning on placing it in the kitchen sink. But just as you touched the glass of the mug, the sleepy man stirred awake, blinking to get ahold of reality and waking up. Seonghwa yawned widely, the sound catching in your throat. Your heart skipped a beat, a shy smile spreading across your face.

"Didn't mean to fall asleep..." His voice, rough with sleep, sent a shiver down your spine, and you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure.

"Nah, don't worry about it," a genuine smile graced your features, "I don't mind."

Your reaction seemed to comfort him as he rose from the chair and stretched before gathering his coffee mug and reaching out for yours, collecting them to take them to the kitchen and making more coffee for the two of you. You watched intently as his fingers went to his hair to mess it up a bit before coming back to the living room and sitting. He leaned back, exposing more skin at the neck of his shirt, making you realize he didn't have a shirt underneath it.

"So I've been thinking. About that creep," he paused and sipped the coffee. "I was thinking. You and I should hang out together when the creep is nearby. See if it helps to show him that you've moved on."

"Oh? And you think it would work?" You raised your brow, interested and skeptical.

"Yeah," he said it too quickly. His hand went to rub the back of his neck and his gaze stayed down, avoiding you. "He might just have gotten the hint that you don't want anything to do with him. Maybe we can help the process move along? That's if you want to."

His flustered state was adorable, a blush dusting his cheeks as he averted his gaze. You couldn't help but giggle at his bashfulness.

"Are you certain about this? It would mean spending a lot more time together," you teased, enjoying his flustered reaction. His grip tightened on the mug, and he avoided your eyes. "Unless you're only suggesting this out of concern, and you don't actually want to..." you trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.

"It's not like that," his voice was a tad shaky and almost sounded panicked as his eyes locked with yours, the flush still coloring his skin. "I'm kind of interested. In you..."

His confession brought heat rushing to your face as well, and your embarrassment was written all over, judging from the amused smirk on Seonghwa's face and how you averted your eyes to focus on the floor. “I’m interested in you too…”

"Y-yeah?" he stammered, his voice catching in his throat. He looked every bit the nervous schoolboy, clutching his coffee mug like a lifeline and darting his eyes anywhere but your face. His lips parted, then closed again as he licked them nervously.

Seonghwa's flustered reaction was endearing. It was hard to believe this confident, capable man was reduced to a blushing, stammering mess in your presence. The realization that he was interested in you, of all the women in the complex who likely vied for his attention, sent a thrill through you. It was impossible not to fall for him a little harder in that moment.

With your mutual confessions hanging in the air, the atmosphere shifted. It became charged with a new intimacy, though a hint of awkwardness lingered. Seonghwa's eyes darted around the room, while your face couldn't help but break into a wide smile. This was a new beginning, a thrilling and uncertain one. As the initial tension eased, Seonghwa visibly relaxed, though he still couldn't quite meet your gaze. He fidgeted with his mug, taking a few sips, and your eyes met in a shared moment of laughter, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings now laid bare.

"Ah," he set his mug down before standing. "Do you maybe want to go out to dinner sometime? Just the two of us?" His gaze returned to you as you got up and put your mug down, keeping it by the table as he placed his in the sink to be cleaned later.

"I'd like that. Let's do it," you couldn't contain your excitement, and your hand instinctively reached out, slipping over where it rested on the sink. Your fingers intertwined with his, causing him to gasp softly. But he didn't pull away; instead, his grip tightened slightly, sending a warm jolt through you.

Seonghwa couldn't speak, his joy evident in the widening of his smile and the tightening of his hold on your hand. As if remembering his usual charm, a playful smirk tugged at his lips. He covered his mouth with his free hand, trying to contain his happiness, while his fingers intertwined with yours. "Yeah?" he managed, his voice barely a whisper.

A rush of heat burned your cheeks as you swallowed a nervous lump before answering. "Yes, I want to spend time with you."

His grip loosened, and he closed the distance between you, his warm breath washing over you. A moment of hesitation, a flicker of nervousness in the air, and then your eyes met. In an instant, you were enveloped in his embrace, his nose brushing affectionately against yours before his lips found yours. The kiss was intoxicating, a dizzying sensation heightened by the gentle pressure of his lips guiding yours.

All too soon, the feeling came to an end when he pulled back, leaving you a mess while he remained fairly composed, his smile beaming brilliantly. "Let me know when you want to go out and I'll take you anywhere. And anytime," Seonghwa cupped your flushed cheek with his palm. His touch sent electric sparks flying over every spot of your skin. "Call me, text me...come over any time."

"Okay," a smile that you didn't even feel could exist came to life as he leaned down again and kissed you, deepening this one a bit more and sending you further into an intense and head spinning trance.

He gave a bright and wide smile that shines as brightly as the sun as he took your hand in his, locking the two of your fingers together as he guided you out to the apartment hallway. He leaned against his open door frame, watching as you opened your front door. Before you could step through, you spun to face him, wanting to thank him, only to be met with him pulling you back and pecking your lips briefly.

"Hey, I'll stop by later if you want," his gorgeous dark brown eyes were sparking and begging you not to reject his offer. "I'll bring dinner. Sounds good?"

"Sure, yeah. That'll be nice," you answered, words slightly slurred since your head hadn't completely returned from being caught in the bliss of those kisses.

"Cool. I'll see you then," he placed a light kiss upon your nose before watching you return to your place.

The sound of the lock clicking shut echoed behind him as Seonghwa practically flew back into his apartment, his joyous shouts filling the living room. He was overflowing with pure elation, warmth spreading through him like wildfire. Rescuing his beautiful neighbor had been an impulsive act on a seemingly ordinary day, but who could have predicted it would lead to this?

"I can't believe how lucky I am," Seonghwa thought, already planning how to shower his new girlfriend with affection. She deserved so much more than that awful ex. The best dates, the best gifts, everything she wanted would be hers. He vowed to dedicate himself to her happiness, helping her erase every painful memory of the past.

After numerous dates filled with stolen kisses and lingering touches, you couldn't deny your growing desire for something more. The passion intensified with each shared moment, often leading to intimate cuddles on the couch or in bed, despite having dinner waiting or a movie paused in the background. Resisting the urge to take things further was a constant battle, but your patience was rewarded during a particularly heated make-out session one evening.

You were the first to move, rising off the couch to settle in his lap, arms finding their way around his neck while your hips were taken control of by Seonghwa's hands. Those skillful and very long fingers seemed to know exactly where to knead and grab as his teeth and tongue both went to work to drive you crazy. The fabric of his jeans was not comfortable at all and you tried to adjust your hips a bit to seek more comfort and maybe to send him some messages that you really enjoyed what was occurring. However, this movement seemed to rile Seonghwa up a bit.

"Can we..." you started to ask but couldn't find the rest of the words that you desperately sought out.

"We can... We can move it to the bedroom," he had already read you like an open book and his arms wrapped around you. "Or stay here if you don't mind the couch? We can go weherever you want to go."

As much as you liked the idea of staying right where you were and continuing this there and then, you weren't certain if you wanted the first time to be on the couch, even if that's where all the previous kissing had led. Shaking your head lightly, your answer was given and Seonghwa gladly lifted you and carried you with his long legs taking large and quick steps to his room, leaving kisses along the sides of your neck and behind your ear, a known sensitive spot for you.

He pressed you onto the mattress, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you cried out his name. How had this incredible man become yours? His touch was magic, igniting sparks wherever his fingers traced, leaving you weak and pliant in his arms. You threaded your fingers through his soft, thick hair, the boyish style contrasting with the raw passion in his eyes.

“You're so handsome, Seonghwa," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

"Handsome and talented? Hmm? And totally yours," his bright eyes shined with his dazzling smile and his eyebrows rose. "I'm yours, angel. All yours."

"I want you, Seonghwa..." you couldn't contain how badly you wanted him, the yearning strong as you watched him move his head to one side and his face nuzzle your neck. A light growl and he bit the spot he'd just exposed by moving out of the way before his teeth dragged his lower lip slowly back across the surface.

"You can have all of me," the smirk was obvious from the sound of his husky tone. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Do whatever you ask and I'll gladly listen."

"You should probably know... I've never been on top. Always the bottom," you admitted.

"Hmmm...so you want to ride this tonight?" He grinded his crotch over top of yours, allowing the rough friction to give you a preview, the movement so expert and sensual as his eyes shut and he threw back his head, lips parted to let out a groan. "Because I can make that happen if it'll please my angel."

You couldn't stop your fingers from raking along his bare skin beneath his shirt, digging slightly as your back arched for more contact. "Yes. I want that. Will you give it to me?"

"Hell yes," his husky growl had you burning for him with anticipation and the excitement made your hands shake as your shirt was removed. In seconds, the rest of your clothing had been peeled from your form and Seonghwa stood by the bed to toss off everything.

There wasn't time to admire the masterpiece that he had under his pants because those hands returned, sliding along your curves and hips before flipping you up to straddle over him. Once settled and comfortable, your eyes fixated on how aroused he was before you as your core was positioned directly over the bulge pressing firmly against your heat. Your hands supported you in his lap with the flat of your palms pressed against the soft sheet, just below his firm, perky chest. With each slight wiggle of your hips, an enticing moan erupted and his head pushed back while his length grinded against your sex, creating a lovely mix of heat and wetness that coated over his growing arousal. The slick and wet noises each time you rolled or swiveled your hips sent your head spinning and you wanted nothing more than to continue that until you would eventually need a taste of that pulsing, red, swollen tip.

"Hwa? Can I suck you for a bit?" you whispered as your lips spread out across his upper chest.

A light hum that was filled with pure desire came as a response from him before a broken 'fuck' slipped free as the first touch of your tongue and lips worked across his defined collarbone and your fingers began working his growing length. Each pump made your core swell and dampen more, and the anticipation and arousal nearly blinded you, so badly were you just yearning to be filled and used.

When he seemed to be unable to handle it any longer, Seonghwa flipped you back around so your rear faced him and you had your mouth leveled with the object that would very soon satisfy that part of your aching sex. "Why don't I eat you out while you suck me? Sounds fair to you, babe?"

You could only hum against the smooth skin of his arousal and closed your eyes when you felt his palms roaming across the curvatures of your rear before spreading the plump cheeks. He didn't waste any more time before diving right in with a long, deep lick to your soaking pussy. Each swirl and circle had you wanting to moan and push your hips back for more while at the same time, trying to take him deep, gagging slightly until you began to find the right balance and breathing technique. Seonghwa was a lot bigger than your last boyfriend, but luckily for you, there was enough practice and pleasure before, thanks to your skills, to prepare for him.

"Fuck Hwa, right there...ohh!" your cries got a little louder and your body felt more restless when he began nibbling and licking over your clit.

"Come on, angel. Don't stop sucking me," he purred against your heat and the vibrations drove you higher and more insane.

As soon as he returned and increased his attention on you, you returned yours to his deliciously thick and hard length. You would make sure to give it the utmost care and attention, no matter how good it felt to have those masterful lips and tongue working you in the most sensitive spots. You pulled out all the tricks and techniques you knew, bobbing your head at just the right moment and at the perfect angle that you could take him in more and at the right moment would stroke his base. Meanwhile your other hand carefully rolled his sack and when you weren't completely focused, would pull up lightly from its place. Each moan he let out into your dripping cunt had your legs quivering and you weren't sure how much longer you could take before coming undone.

Your head was beginning to cloud more and more with desire and lust while the hot and slick sounds and your panting grew louder the longer the oral stimulation went on for. It took your whole power and energy to remember that you had your hands working while you felt like a puddle, near your limits of coming undone as his tongue swiped against the most sensitive nerves. It became increasingly difficult to focus and concentrate on keeping your throat and gag reflexes under control with each bob. You definitely weren't going to be able to handle this for much longer if things kept going at that pace.

"Hwa, I can't...ahhhhh," your screams echoed as his talented tongue and the slight prodding of a long, slender finger at your entrance had you finishing in no time.

"Me too, angel," his breathy moans were encouraging as were the heavy panting from his mouth while he pushed his hips back and forth, gliding easily within your mouth with the help of your hand. "Oh, fuck... Fuck! Here it comes, babe..." Seonghwa grunted as he shoved his cock back further into your warm, wet, and waiting mouth and you swallowed and held him in there, eyes watering and stinging slightly.

Once he eased up and the load that had shot directly down your throat was swallowed, you turned around and crawled up his body, your lips latching onto his neck.

"I'm not quite done with you yet, Hwa," your hand gripped his throbbing member once more, rubbing teasing circles along the sensitive flesh and feeling it twitch within your fingers. Your thumb smeared the moisture from the head across the entire, swollen shaft, making the pumping slick and quick. "Need you in me...right fucking now..."

"Take it as much as you need, angel," the raspy voice growled back as he used your soaked entrance to slick and prep his length.

In the matter of a single second, his full length slid straight into you and you let out a drawn out moan. With the size of your new lover, he hit spots that no one had ever even come close to touching. He was that thick and long, hitting places you'd never imagined having touched. He must have been blessed by the gods and you were incredibly lucky.

"If I'm hurting you—" Seonghwa began to ask, concern etched on his face.

"No! Hwa, you're fine... Better than fine," a breathy, eager, and almost desperate whimper met his ear as you grinded your hips on his length, begging for movement and pleasure from him. "Fuck, you fill me up so well. It feels so amazing," you added.

His hips rolled and with each stroke, each thrust was controlled and steady as he made certain to hit your deepest spots, rocking his pelvis at the perfect angle so he could continuously graze along that spot deep inside, coaxing it to explode and send you over. "So tight and wet...perfect...fuck, this pussy is gorgeous and sweet. And only mine. Right, angel? My girl's perfect tight little pussy is all mine?" Seonghwa asked and smirked after hearing your sweet sounds.

All you could do was nod, clutching him and running your fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to hold off your second climax as long as you possibly could, even though the way his cock kept sliding, prodding and working along that one sweet spot would become your undoing. That, and his filthy words. Those filthy words mixed with the beautiful grunts and moans from him were so sexy. He was already wrecking you so much.

"All yours, baby," you said softly. "Only yours."

"So perfect, my angel. Come on, my sweet angel," his husky voice murmured and encouraged you to keep going and let the feelings come to their highest peak.

"H-harder. Fuck me harder, Hwa." The sensations within you built, the pressure and knot deep within ready to burst. Just a little more. Only a little more and you could finish and feel free of the bliss and pleasure that your boyfriend was so skillfully bringing forth.

"Prettiest, most angelic voice...just listen to the little moans you're making... Fuck!" Seonghwa pounded and pounded deeper and deeper into you until you were a babbling mess. He fucked the words completely out of you, replacing them instead with sweet moans and screams of his name. That angelic sound of you reaching your climax did not go unnoticed as it bounced along his bedroom walls and your tight walls squeezed him.

It was all too much. After giving you such a glorious release that had you seeing stars, Seonghwa reached his high, moans mixing together as the two of you panted and clutched each other with strong arms. The two of you basked in the high the two of you had just taken part of and came down from slowly, hearts beating at erratic rhythms while your breath returned.

"Wow..." Seonghwa spoke softly. "You're amazing, angel."

"That was...that was great," you still hadn't fully recuperated from the waves and the intensity of the mind blowing experience with him. "But Hwa...baby?" you questioned.

"Hm?" Seonghwa questioned, his voice raspy with contentment.

"We definitely need showers," you giggled.

"Hm... But I can't walk yet, my legs are numb," Seonghwa stated as he gently patted your rear.

You giggled and smirked, "Get stronger ones, mister," before settling down on his chest.

"My legs can barely move! A shower sounds awesome, but I'm so comfy and tired right now," he made a fake, overly loud snoring sound.

You poked the tip of his nose. "How about I draw a bath for us then?"

"Perfect. Or we could skip the bath all together and just do some more...adventures...in bed," he had a smile full of mischief and the wink had you giggling and shaking your head, a blush finding its way into your cheeks once more.

"You and your dirty mind..." you went to get up and start the water, only to have him grab your wrist and sit up slightly, the sweat dripping down and his cheeks rosy pink.

"Angel, one more? Then we can be good and clean," his pleas were soft and inviting, and very convincing when coupled with the sweet smile and twinkling eyes.

"How about sex in the bathtub instead? As a compromise and to satisfy your neediness," you said and put a finger to your lips.

Seonghwa chuckled. "You drive a hard bargain. That's a deal."

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victoria-grimesss · 1 year ago

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tear you apart - part I

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->Pairing: König x fem!reader

->Words: 2.2k

->Warning: sexual thoughts, use of Y/N, close proximity, and tension, eventual smut

->Summary: König is kinda mean, dark and a little possessive but it’s all in good fun! A new girl catches the colonel's eyes, and he won’t let her go. Inspired by my favorite song Tear you Apart by She Wants Revenge.

->A/N: please let me know what ya’ll think, this is my first time writing anything spicy so im open to feedback. Also my requests are always open :)

The base is cold as it should be at this time of year, you transferred from the states to the Austrian KorTac base against your own wishes, you are a specialized stealth agent that the higher ups thought could be a valued member to the KorTac team. Wishing to be back in the sun but alas your new skies are clouded and mean.

It is what it is, you thought to yourself, lacing your boots, and emerging from your room. It’s always a weird adjustment process when you transfer to a new base, learning the way around like learning a new maze each time. The people were friendly enough although you didn’t know if it was because you were a new soldier or just because you were a new pretty face around that hadn’t heard any rumors about the seedy guys and their proclivities.

Altogether you have heard one rumor,

One big, tall, menacing rumor.

König

“The king”

Curiosity killed the cat and God help you, all you wanted was to know if what they said was true. Before you left for transfer you heard whispers when they found out where you were going.

“She’ll be miserable under his watch.”

“He’ll have her running laps and doing reps the first day for sure.”

“He’ll eat her alive.”

Did these whispers make her shiver? Yes

Did these whispers make her restless? Yes

Did these whispers make her ache in anticipation? Absolutely.

It’s been a long while since the last body occupied her bed, a touch a century ago, a kiss eons ago. All these fairy tales about this big, tall strong man that could throw her two football fields didn’t help her desperation at all.

She knew these thoughts weren’t appropriate, sleeping with a superior was frowned upon. He was probably married and happy, men like that don’t stay on the market for long. And from the stories she heard she obviously has no shot with him.

She rounded a corner from the barracks and exited to the outside courtyard, the air nipping at her skin. Dark clouds looms and the trees are barren of leaves ready for life anew. Approaching the main building the smell of sweat and metal entered her nose making way to the meeting room.

——

The debriefing was the same as all the others, the captain explaining what to do and who goes where. She nearly fell asleep until the doorknob turned, that’s weird, usually people don’t barge into these things halfway through… unless they’re king of the castle.

He enters the room, his aura dominating those around him. His stature is something to behold, well over six feet of pure muscle. He could break me over his knee like a glowstick and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it…

He stalks into the room greeting the captain, his voice it deep and dark and you want to hear more of it.

His gear makes him all that bulkier, his mask concealing his face and yea, if I were the enemy and I saw him running towards me I would definitely shit my pants.

He stands at the front of the room observing everyone in it and maintaining concentration on the presentation the captain is giving for the next mission. You try your hardest to maintain the same concentration but he’s just so tall and all the rumors are true he’s an enigma. You find your eyes drinking him in, from his shoes to the metal plates on his shins, to his..oh god… his broad broad shoulders. You imagine taking your hands and tracing over them feeling the thick muscles underneath his war-torn skin as you bring your hands lower-

He shifts in place.

Your eyes quickly dart away then to his eyes, his eyes locked on yours like a predator watching his prey.

You immediately break into a sweat, his eyes like a spotlight and they don’t move from you.

You look again to see if he’s still looking, he tilts his head a bit to the side and raises an eyebrow teasingly. Shit. oh no he’s hot. Like really hot.

Shifting in your seat, nervous beads of sweat dripping down your neck, the meeting is coming to a close and people start tucking in their chairs. König is still standing by the door, his eyes still locked on yours, I wonder what he’s thinking. I mean, surely if he’s a married man he wouldn’t be looking at me so hard….right? Maybe no one told him you were transferring so he’s just confused on who the fuck is this new girl in here I didn’t approve this. By now most of everyone has left the room, the projector is turned off, the map put away, the captain gone. You move your gaze to the floor and get up and tuck in your chair, clearing your throat, now realizing how eerily quiet the room is and you haven’t heard König make a noise since he greeted the captain. You make your way to the door, preparing to walk by him and out of the room.

An arm shoots out to block the doorway and you are forced to stop dead in your tracks keeping your eyes dead set on the long dark hallway in front of you.

“Your name soldier.” He barks, his voice smooth and dark like black coffee. The sweat beads up again and you know for a fact your face is growing hot.

“Y/N, sir.” You straighten your back and maintain my straight state.

He leans down. You can tell he’s looking at you and you raise your eyes to meet his and your heart is racing a million miles an hour and nerves are on fire you breath is uneven and you know he knows, I mean who wouldn’t be uneasy this close to him.

“I-I’m the transfer from the states sir, from the stealth unit.”

“I know who you are hübsches Mädchen, read your file. Approved your transfer myself.”

He replied, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s even more intimidating this close but something deep within you wants to reach out to him and quell this thirst for his touch.

“I appreciate you thinking me worthy to serve on this team, I won’t let you down.” You affirm with the little strength you have left. His gaze is piercing but intoxicating all the same.

He removes his hand slowly from the doorframe and straightens his back standing at his full height again. His begins again,

“Training at 0700 tomorrow morning be there, I’d like to see you demonstrate some maneuvers see if you need any additional training. I will be watching closely, do not disappoint me.” His arms are crossed now and he’s even larger than before.

“Yes, of course sir, I’ll be there.”

“I look forward to it.” His tone is light now, maybe even teasing.

You swear you saw him wink but maybe it was just the lighting and how it hit his mask.

“Well run along kleiner Hase; you need your beauty sleep after all.” He motions to the hallway and you take quick steps back to your room, cheeks still hot and breath still quick. It was going to be difficult to have him as your commanding officer.

——

Sleep didn’t come easy, tossing and turning and thinking about the way König devoured you with his eyes made you sweat and frankly being that close to him and replaying that moment over and over again didn’t help with your insomnia. You thought of him a lot that night, more than once, enough to make your hand cramp up. By the time it was daylight you were running off 4 hours of sleep and a large coffee you picked up from the mess hall. You trudged your way over to the main building again where the gym and training room was, once again passing through the courtyard.

The trees are still barren, and you almost slip on the sleet left on the pathway cursing to yourself and hoping to god no one saw.

The gym smells musty, the air vents clearly working overtime since the gym has some activity. A couple groups of pairs work on sparing on the far side and others work out alone. You walk over to the mats and stand to the side watching the two pairs fight for the upper hand, takedown training great, you knew how to do it most of the time on missions you were equipped with a silenced pistol and other quieter tools. Stealth takedowns are your forte but it can’t hurts to get more practice with face to face takedowns.

The fight with the two are done and you were too busy thinking to hear your voice being called.”

“Sergeant L/N!, to the mat.” König barked, his authority shaking the ground, not the best first impression on training day.

You apologize quickly and step onto the mat, your opponent being someone a bit taller than you but not by much, a weight to weight equal, should be easy enough.

König’s eyes watch you as you grapple with the opponent twisting his arm and throwing him over your shoulder onto the mat, you brace your knee on his neck and apply a small amount of pressure, the opponent taps out. He won’t lie, König felt his pants get tight from seeing you work so effectively. Your work is certainly good, he won’t lie, taking down someone so easily.

“Again, another.” He barks once more, his accent thick.

You take down another three opponents, you clearly are growing restless from the muscle exertion and signal to take a break. König watches with amusement.

“A break? What if this was real combat kleiner Hase, will you beg your advisories to adjourn their dissatisfaction for you? Beg them for a time out?” By now he’s stepped onto the mat with you, today he’s shed the outer layer of his gear just wearing his mask and usual military uniform, he still looks just as hot.

“There’s no time for breaks out there as you know, and when you come up with a larger enemy you must be able to take them down as well.”

Fuck.

He wants you to take HIM down, your muscles are already weak from the last three fights he surly knows you’ve exerted yourself right? Right?!

“Go on schatz, I’ll let you make the first move.” His voice has an edge of teasing to it and you want to rip off his mask and see the smirk you know he’s displaying.

You huff

“Very well sir.”

You move to grapple his middle trying to take out his legs, he’s sturdy like a tree and you think if you can take out his legs he’ll go down like one. He budges only slightly when you hit on a pressure point and just when he’s moving and you think you’ve gain the upper hand he sweeps your legs from underneath you and has you pinned. Your wrists are bound by one of his hands above you head and he’s got both of his very thick thighs straddling you.

Your face grows hot at your defeat, especially all your other coworkers seeing it too. But it burns even hotter when he comes down close to your ear and whispers to you,

“You look very pretty underneath me schatz, so pretty when you are short of breath.” He laughs, that bastard.

You can’t admit it but your panties grow damp at his words and your body is on fire, although to those around you it just looks like you’ve over exerted yourself with a tad too much training.

König stand, his height from down here is astonishing. He reaches a hand down and lifts you to your feet but he’s so strong you accidentally collide with his chest before taking a quick step back. You mumble an apology.

“You fight well L/N, no doubt you will be a fine addition to this team. Although you will need to know how to take down large adversaries so I can help you with additional training of course.”

He holds his hand for you to shake it and you meet him halfway, his large hand grips yours and you get a flashback to feeling it wrapped tightly around your wrists, you shiver.

König’s gaze casts down upon you, no woman has yet to capture his attention the way you have. Many have tried. Thrown themselves at him in an unsavory manner, but you, oh you’re different. He admires the way you speak to him, although not many words have been exchanged between the two of you he prays there are more.

Your hair, your eyes, your body, all of it has entranced him and the moment he laid eyes on you, the others know. The way his gaze is steady and dark on you the others know you’re off limits. He yearns to learn more of you, to hear of your history as he strips your clothes off one article at a time under the dim lights of his office. He must be patient though. You are like a deer, scared in the spotlight and he must not spook you, he stands still until you come to him. For now he stares.

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pupyuj · 4 months ago

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Arranged marriage with yujinnie 🙏

AAHHH been wanting to do this ask for a while and i finally have my thoughts sorted out 😭🙏 this is gonna have sooo much unnecessary plot but ya’ll know how i roll 😭

unlike most arranged marriages, i’d like to think that yujin doesn’t hold any strong animosity towards you just bcs she was forced to marry you for business purposes 🤓 she was a chaebol granddaughter who was next in line to rule her own company and you also just so happened to be an heiress of some sort plus neither of you had any romantic relations with anyone at the momet—it was a match made in capitalism heaven! 🥰 you lived in the same house, slept in the same bedroom (you didn’t have to but both of your parents insisted that you do so that you don’t totally hate each other), shared the same limo and chauffeur… and yet not a single sign of affection has been seen to be shared between the two of you! well, why would you?? it’s not like either of you expected it from the other 😖

it wasn’t until you took a moment to really look at yujin one day that you started to realize why she was so adored by everyone around her; she was charming, she was friendly, she was polite, and she was surprisingly thoughtful despite her powerful position. meaning she remembers every employee and staff by name and greets them like a longtime friend—hell, she even talked to you like she had known you for the longest time when you first met! she did become a bit more serious and… cool(?) around you after you got ‘married’. a real gentlewoman… with a face to die for oh god!

so nobody can blame you when yujin’s perfectly-sculpted face distracted you from your daily reading! and ofc she notices 🤭 it wasn’t everyday that she would find you acknowledging her presence, let alone looking right at her! when you smiled clumsily and hurriedly tucked your nose back into your book, that was when yujin got the courage to take a seat beside you on the couch… and almost automatically, her hand landed on your thigh 😳 you were used to it as the two of you always had to make it look like that you were a couple in love in the public eye, so yujin tends to have an arm around your waist or holding your hand every time the two of you leave home… but that was business. this was… something else!

“i always forget to tell you how stunning you look every morning…”

“is that part of the act, yujin-ssi?”

“gods, no,” it was really hard to stay composed when she scoots closer with her eyes giving you all the answers to your millions of questions 😖 “why would i lie about my wife’s beauty?” oh yeah she really got you there! 😳 which is why you had no problem when she took your book, put it aside and kissed you… and you knew that by the way her hand slid up behind your thigh and squeezed your ass that your morning was about to be a lot more interesting than usual 🫣🫣

now yujin… she has secretly fallen for you during your time as fake wives! and all she has rlly wanted to do was please you in so many more ways possible… but she’s a romantic at the same time, and her heart jumps at the way you giggled as she princess-carried you up the stairs and into your bedroom, laying you down on the mattress so gently before getting on top of you… letting you touch her all over before she starts kissing down your neck… a hand sneaking in between your legs and feeling your wetness leaking through your shorts… 100% she starts getting soaked as well, especially you start tugging on her hair and grinding your clothed cunt on her hand! 😵‍💫

omgomg imagine the shock on yujin’s face when you start whining, “from behind… please.” 🫣 she didn’t know you were needy enough to ask for that kind of thing! and ofc the puppy obliges, taking off your shorts and underwear before flipping you around… yujin had plans to tease your entrance and make you beg some more bcs your voice was just lovely but that would have to wait for another day! she loves the sharp gasp that leaves your mouth when she swiftly inserts two fingers in your cunt… loves it even more when you’re moaning her name while she slowly fucks you, your tightness only adding to both of your pleasures…

at one point yujin would definitely get hungry 🫣 bcs come on! almost a whole year of this arranged marriage and neither of you have slept with anyone! it wasn’t like you both agreed to stay loyal to each other bcs you really didn’t have to, but yujin fell in love with you and something inside your brain always told you to never even think about ‘betraying’ yujin… so this? this was very much a need!! meaning that yujin starts fucking you faster, and harder every second… ah she’s so pathetic she might actually cum from how you’ve been moaning her name so loudly and sweetly! 😳

no joke the way you tighten around her fingers has her going insane 😣😣 she even slows down her pace a but just to feel it more… and you’d been relieved to have a moment to catch your breath but then yujinnie surprises you by suddenly just plunging her fingers inside you, making you squirt all over her hand—embarrassing for you, fucking heaven for her 🤭

and that wasn’t the end of course! yujinnie wants to make up for all the time she wanted to fuck you but couldn’t bcs she thought you weren’t interested… and now that she knows that you are definitely interested and that you can take more than you look… well, guess it’s a sleepless night for the two of you! 😵‍💫🙏

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raya-hunter01 · 8 months ago

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Cruising Love Pt. 2.2

Two Shot Request

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Jimmy Uso x Trin

Roman x Black Female OC! (Robin)

Sefa x Black Female OC! (Cameron)

Montez Ford x Bianca Belair

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut,

Thank you for the request and for trusting me once again @royalkay23

Jey has planned a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and Puerto Rico for his girlfriend Kayla’s birthday. Jey is determined to make sure the trip goes smoothly as he’s enlisted his family and friends to help him plan the perfect wedding proposal.

His plans are in danger of going up in smoke as his toxic ex is also on the cruise and is desperate to rekindle their toxic burning flame.

Will Jey give in, or will he stand strong in his love and devotion to Kayla and leave the past in the past?

Regen Seven Seas Cruise

Nassau, Bahamas

Kayla’s POV

Last night was a pure disaster and after the dinner from hell, Jey and I spent the night in silence. I slept in the bed, and he took the couch, and I made a point to haul ass early this morning before he even woke up.

Now my new problem of the day is sitting in front of me. Colton showed up and is trying to convince me to hang out with him on the island today.

“Are you sure I can’t take you out? I heard there is some good restaurants, we could even do a walk on the beach,” he said with a hopeful smile.

“Look, I have a great boyfriend, even though he does stupid shit sometimes so no that won’t be happening. Plus, I don’t want to have to attend your burial at sea if he sees me with you,” I said honestly as Colton seemed unfazed.

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“Yea, I do and I ain’t the cheating kind. If I’m with someone, I’m with them, and that’s the beginning, middle and end of it,” I said making sure he understood.

Suddenly, feeling eyes on me, I looked up and saw the girls. I waved them over, my smile instantly dropping mid-wave as I saw Jey standing beside them and he didn’t look pleased.

“I think you need to go, Colton,” I said trying to avoid a confrontation because if looks could kill, Colton would be dead right now.

Great, this is all I need him acting a fuckin’ fool.

“Girl, we been looking all over for you,” Trin said as I smiled. “Yea, we missed you at breakfast, I thought maybe you had gone to explore the island alone,” Cameron said as I shook my head at Jey mean mugging Colton.

“Nah, not yet anyway, I wanted ya’ll to spend some time with your husbands. It’s your vacation too, and ya’ll have babysat me enough,” I said as Colton seemed unfazed by Jey’s attempt to intimidate him.

“We are going on the island in a bit for all of that,” Robin said as Jey cleared his throat.

“Bae, check your phone,” he said as I picked it up wondering why, but instantly cringed reading the messages he had apparently sent after seeing Colton sitting with me.

“I guess I still had it on silent from last night, so much was going on.”

“Sometimes that happens, and it’s ok to take some time for yourself when that happens,” Colton said as Jey scoffed.

“Aye, didn’t I tell you last night to stay away,” Jey said as Colton smiled. “Yea, you did but I hated to see such a beautiful woman eating lunch by herself.”

“Ah, hell,” Bianca whispered as Jey smirked. “She isn’t alone, she came on this trip with seven other people. Your type of company ain’t needed,” Jey said sitting down beside me.

“Well, she’s a really beautiful woman Jey. I mean any man would love to be in her presence,” Colton said as Jey took my hand in his as I sighed. Great, let the pissing contest begin….

“Yes, Kayla is a very beautiful, so I don’t blame you, but she’s my woman. Yea, all this mine and you ain’t her type anyway,” Jey said gesturing to me while locked in an intense stare down with Colton as I looked on in disbelief.

“I was just keeping her company, she looked like she had a lot on her mind. I really meant no harm but what you mean I ain’t her type?” Colton asked as Jey looked at me.

“Like I said, you ain’t her type….. Kayla likes grown men.”

“Don’t do this,” I whispered as Jey pulled my chair closer to his, staking his claim. I should be pissed off, but I’m kinda turned on by the exchange.

“Kayla, I’m just telling him what the deal is. You like grown men, don’t you?” Jey asked as I gulped truly speechless as the girls sat down.

“Let me clock this tea,” Bianca whispered as Colton smirked.

“I am a grown man Jey, so I’m trying to figure out how I ain’t her type,” Colton said as Jey smirked at me, refusing to even look at him.

“Maybe, but Kayla likes grown ass men that know how to lay dat pipe, and I don’t see you being that type?” he said staring at me intently, almost daring me to say he’s lying.

“Oh, my goodness,” Robin said as I squirmed in my seat not believing he said that no matter how true it was.

“Damn you,” I mumbled as he licked his lips. His passionate, possessive gaze held me captive as he caressed my thigh.

“You ok, princess?” Jey asked as I cleared my throat and nodded. I was unsure of what to say as he continued to talk to Colton while staring intentionally at me.

“Now Colton, you enjoy the rest of your trip, and don’t let me catch you around Kayla again. She’s taken, now if I have to tell you again….I’mma have to get you,”” Jey warned as I gulped.

“Damn, he layin’ down the law up in this bitch. Pick up yo’ jaw off the ground Kayla, you heard the man,” Cameron whispered as Trin snickered, giving her a high-five.

I remained neutral, but inside I was screaming. I wanted to fuck him right now on this deck for the world to see.

I felt the walls I had built up slowly start to crumble as I got lost in his eyes and I felt overwhelmed and tired.

We needed to squash this shit because I truly did miss him.

“I guess I’ll take the hint and leave. Ya’ll enjoy the rest of your trip,” Colton said getting up as I finally looked at him and nodded.

“It was nice to meet you, Colton,” I said as he smiled. “Likewise, Kayla,” he whispered before walking away as I shook my head at Jey’s antics.

“Damn, did you really just have to put it out there like that?” I asked as his hand continued to caress my thigh as he ignored my question.

“Ugh, Jey, are you gon’ to stay and eat with us?” Robin asked as Jey finally removed his hand from my thigh, grasping my hand in his.

“Nah, I’ll let ya’ll ladies talk, I’m bout to go back to the room and grab a nap. I really hope we can go out tonight, Kay,” Jey said gently kissing my hand before getting up and leaving.

As soon as he was out of sight Bianca reached over and punched me in the shoulder. “Ow! That fuckin’ hurt,” I moaned still feeling a little sore from last night.

“It was supposed to, now gon’ squash this shit and talk to your man.”

“Yea, we only got a few days left before we back to our busy schedules. Do you really want to spend the rest of this trip mad,” Robin said as I shook my head truly tired, especially after last night.

“No, I don’t and if ya’ll would have given me a minute, I would have told you I was going to talk to him sometime today.”

“Well, no time like the present so go on,” Cameron said as took one last sip of my drink before l left them.

I took the stairs, wanting a few minutes alone to get myself together. Lost in my thoughts, I got confused as to which floor I was on, so I quickly got off the stairwell and went in search of an elevator.

The last thing I wanted was to be lost on this big ass ship. Rounding the corner, I saw Jey and Danielle engrossed in an intense conversation, so I quietly ducked back around the corner before either of them saw me.

“Daniell, this ain’t gon’ happen, so why you keep following me?” Jey asked, trying to get leave as Danielle tried to block his path.

“Yes, it can…Just dump her and let’s start over.”

��Why would I do that? Kayla is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I love her,” Jey said without hesitation as I smiled.

“Well, what was the other night?”

“Truthfully, a desperate ex trying to fuck up the one good thing in my life.” Danielle frowned, looking offended as Jey seemed just over the conversation in general.

“Why are you looking like that, you wanted honesty, right? The truth is I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt and not hurt your feelings. When I saw you, I should have left right then.”

“You don’t mean that, you love me. Your actions screamed it.”

“Danielle, I told you I had someone, I told you I love Kay. I stopped you from kissing me. How did any of my actions that night scream that I loved you?”

“Jey, let’s stop with these games and let’s be real. What can you do for a woman like Kayla? You don’t even come close to being in her league.”

“There’s the old Danielle, I wondered when she was gon’ show up and start spewing bullshit.”

“It ain’t bullshit, and you know it Jey,” Danielle said with a smirk. Oh, this bitch was really a piece of work. I can’t imagine what hell he went through in that relationship.

“You know what? I may not deserve Kayla, but I love her, and I know she loves me. Like really loves me Danielle, not my money, but me.”

“So, do I Jey, look at all we’ve been through. You know that I haven’t stopped loving you,” she cried as Jey shook his head.

“What we had wasn’t love, it was toxic as fuck. It was you spending my money, stealing from me and manipulating me. What I have with Kayla is real, and I ain’t letting her go, so just leave and miss me with that toxic shit.”

“Yea, I ain’t going nowhere bitch,” I muttered wanting to do nothing more than to go over and kick her ass again, but I knew Jey needed to face this alone.

“Oh, so I’m toxic because I love you!” Danielle cried as Jey looked at her shaking his head.

“Danielle, all the shit you put me through had me wondering if I was even capable of being in a normal relationship with somebody. You truly had fucked me up, had me thinking something was wrong with me, when it was you,” Jey said unwavering and strong as listened intently to him speak his truth.

“Well let me guess, through it all Ms. Perfect helped you, huh,” Dainelle said sarcastically wiping her tears as Jey seemed even more unfazed.

“Yea, she did, and I know that probably pisses you off, but Kayla put me back together again after you broke me. Kayla motivated me to be a better man. Kayla did that, not you,” Jey said as Danielle began pacing.

“Jey, how can you say those things to me, like what we had didn’t matter?” she whispered, as Jey ignored her and continued to talk as my heart swelled with each word.

“Kayla has stood by my side, always had has back and loved me through all the shit I went through. So, when I say I love her, I mean that shit with everything in me, and ain’t nobody takin’ that away from me."

“So, what you sayin’ Jey?” Danielle asked, her voice cracking as Jey walked closer to her.

“I’m sayin’ the same thing I’ve said for the last four years, it’s over between us Danielle. Stay away from Kayla, me, and my family or it’s going to be a problem.”

“How can you say that to me after all we’ve been through?” Danielle cried as Jey rubbed his hand over his face.

“Danielle, it ain’t working, you can turn off the tears,” Jey said as a frustrated scream left her lips as she dabbed at her eyes. “Fakin’ ass bitch,” I muttered to myself as Jey shook his head.

“Damn, I’m fucking up my makeup and I’m losing my touch,” she said now wiping her tears as Jey scoffed.

“Danielle, have a nice life and don’t ever contact me again.” The elevator suddenly dinged alerting them that the doors were about to open.

“I’mma take the stairs, the last thing I need is to be seen with you and more fuckin’ chaos happens. Stay away from my family or I won’t stop Kayla the next time,” Jey said before walking away from a screeching Dainelle.

“You can’t just do this Jey, this is me! Come back and let’s talk!” Danielle cried as I felt the need to make my presence known.

“Hey, Dainelle,” I said casually walking into her peripheral.

“Ugh, what do you want? Look, if you touch me, I’ll call security.” She panicked as I waved her off.

“Girl, I ain’t gon’ hurt you, but it is amazing what a good ass whooping will do to a person. Nice eye by the way,” I said seeing the slight swelling around her left eye.

“Yea, it ain’t everyday a crazy bitch attacks me. You were out of control,” she said as I laughed.

“Nah, I wasn’t out of control. I just wanted to give you a preview of what happens when you fuck with me and the people I love,” I said as she frowned.

“Look, you just missed Jey, and he just read me the riot act. I know to stay away from your little group,” she said as I nodded.

“Oh, well that’s good, I guess I have nothing else to say,” I said walking towards the elevator as she scoffed.

“Oh, and if I were you, I’d stay away from the railings on the deck.”

“Uh, why is that, Kayla?” she asked with an attitude as I looked back at her and smirked.

“After all the things you’ve done to Jey, I might be tempted to throw yo’ ass overboard if I see you, but that’s neither here nor there,” I said as she folded her arms over her chest.

“I said I get it alright-” Dainelle started as I cut her off. “I wasn’t finished, I also wanted to make sure that you are clear on where things stand with you and Jey. You’re his past, and I am his present and future. Stay outta my way or I will have no problem finishing what I started last night,” I said calmly, making sure she knew I wasn’t playin’ no games with her ass.

“Yea, we’re crystal clear,” she said with a frown etched on her face as I nodded hitting the button on the elevator.

“I’m glad we could talk this through like grown women and come to an understanding. Enjoy the rest of your trip Dainelle and remember my advice,” I said stepping onto the elevator before meeting her cold stare once again.

Yea she was crazy but the bitch ain’t stupid.

Without another word, I watched her storm off as the elevator doors closed.

“Crazy bitch.”

Jey’s POV

I wandered around the ship, for about an hour trying to calm myself down. I refused to take any anger into the suite Kayla, and I shared. I was done giving Danielle and my past power over me.

I had a proposal to get ready for but first I needed to apologize to Kayla.

She was more than right; I should have walked away when I saw her. Then she really got my ass where it hurt last night, and I definitely see her point the more I thought about it.

I needed to know how she felt and didn’t like it at all.

“A’ight you need to fix this shit, you know you can’t live without this woman. Get a nap, regroup, and find her.”

Opening the door, I sighed in relief, seeing Kayla dressed in one of my shirts, looking through her clothes hanging up in the closet.

“Hey, when did you get back, is everything ok?” I asked as she paused, a sad smile adoring her beautiful face. “I’m fine, I got back bout an hour ago. I realized I hadn’t taken out what I was going to wear for my birthday dinner tomorrow. Plus, I need a nap before we hit the island,” she whispered as I sat on the bed watching her, aching to touch her.

Wait, did she just agree to go out with me on the island?

“Can you wear the dress I got you tomorrow; I want to see you in it.”

I thought that would get the conversation started but Kayla just silently complied pulling it out and hanging it on the hook by the mirror.

I didn’t know where to even begin, but I knew I couldn’t take much more of this as she moved around the room.

“Kay, I can’t take another day of us being like this. “I miss you,” I whispered grasping her hand stopping her in her tracks as she looked at me with tears in her eyes.

The silence killing me I caressed her hand, nervously biting my lip. “Talk to me Kay,” I pleaded. “I miss you too,” she whispered, as I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Come here baby,” I whispered pulling her gently onto my lap, caressing her face as a few tears escaped her eyes. “You hurt me.”

Those three powerful words breaking my heart. “I’m so sorry baby, I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I whispered wiping her tears as she sighed.

“I know you didn’t,” her beautiful voice said as I held her close. I wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. This was going to be my wife.

Island cove

Bianca’s POV

“Ok, I need the speakers over here and out of view,” I said trying to picture the setup in my mind.

“Man, is Kayla gon’ even go for this while we doin’ all this stuff Jimmy, said as Montez slapped him on the back of the head.

“Aye, stop damn hittin’ me,” Jimmy hissed as I laughed. “Stop sayin’ stupid shit then,” Montez said as Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“I have you know she’s with Jey now, so there,” Robin said as Sefa smiled putting his chairs down.

“Thank God, maybe this trip can get back on track. No more exes, or fights, just us all having fun before we gotta head back on the road.”

“Don’t forget an awesome proposal, decorated and planned by yours truly. Eww, I don’t like the color of that chair.”

“Well, it’s gon’ have to do because it’s all the folks had,” Sefa said as I sighed.

“It will be fine once we put out the rest of the decorations and I’m ready for tomorrow. I want to see what you’ve come up with because you been holding out on me,” Trin said as I shrugged my shoulders.

“You will tomorrow because I need your help,” I said as she rolled her eyes.

Everything looked beautiful and didn’t take long, it was simple and romantic. Now with the mood was set, we just need Jey and Kayla on the same page so they could enjoy the cute beach dinner we had set up for them.

The owner also said, he has closed this part off to the public so they will get some needed alone time, so everything was falling into place.

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Jey and Kayla’s suite

I didn’t know what to say, especially after witnessing his blow up with Dainelle. Jey had said all that was needed, and I knew where he stood. I also knew we were going to have to talk, but not right now. I needed him and I was tired of fighting it.

We were supposed to be napping, but my mind ain’t on sleeping, especially with him nestled between my leg caressing my hips.

“What are you thinking about beautiful?” Jey asked, as I bit back a moan as he kissed my neck.

“I know we both need a nap, but I was thinking about not sleeping in this bed right now,” I said as he looked up at me with a sly smile.

These past few days forgotten as we released our inhibitions, our lips crashing against one another in desperation.

Our kisses becoming deeper as we yearned for each other, only forcing ourselves to part so we could catch our breaths.

I just want this feeling to last

I'll bet, I'll beg for you to face it

Fears, they change like the weather

Close my eyes, find forever

Gotta be nice on the other side, other side

“I need you; I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he groaned as I moaned, helping him out of his sweats. My heart beating wildly against my chest.

“I need you too, it’s ok- shit!” I gasped as clinging to him as we became one again.

“Fuck, I missed you, did you miss me?” Jey asked, our lips entangled in a rough sensual kiss. “Yes, I missed you so much.”

“You were made just for me.”

“Babe….Faster, please, I need it.”

“Who’s making you feel like this? Tell me?” he demanded as he tortuously slow thrusted deeper as I yelped in surprise. “Jey! Shit!”

“Yea, dats it…Tell the neighbors Daddy’s name like a good girl. Scream dat shit,” Jey commanded.

“Babe!” I screamed clawing at his back as he winced against my lips. “Nuh uh, say my name,” he demanded, masterfully lifting up slightly and grabbing one of my legs, laying it across the other as I groaned at the new position of laying on my side never stopping his powerful strokes.

“Oouu babe, Jey,” I whined, struggling to catch my breath as he groaned, biting his lower lip watching me.

“Breathe baby, you can do it,” he whispered coaching me through the new sensation as I moaned welcoming the pleasure.

“Yea, that’s it….Take dat shit, Mmhm.”

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, unable to keep my eyes open from the intense pleasure.

“Watch me beautiful,” he whispered as willed my eyes to open to watch him.

Don't let it go

Shallow breathing, fade away

I think it's a good time

To fade away

“Yes, watch daddy cause’ he loves watchin’ you. Fuck, you look so gorgeous,” he praised as I moaned in appreciation, caressing his chest.

“Stop holding back, I know you wanna scream. I’m real deep up in dat pussy hittin’ dat shit from the side ain’t I ?” he panted snapping his hips forward, going even deeper.

“Fuck you! Mm, Baby!”

“Nah, it ain’t fuck me…. It’s I’m fuckin’ you, and I’m doin it real good, ain’t I?” He moaned wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Jey! Jey! Mmm, not yet. Shit, baby, slow down,” I moaned feeling warm all over, that familiar flush washing over me. My senses heightened as he watched me through hooded eyes, never stopping as I tried to cover my face with my hands. It was all too much and I was fighting it.

“Nah, stop hidin’ from Daddy. I told you that I wanna see you,” he moaned caressing my face as I trembled, truly not knowing what to do with myself as I clawed at his arms. This position had me fucked up in more ways than one.

Please don't push me, I'm on the edge

I don't care too much, but you want it, baby

Let's go through it together

“And ain’t no stoppin’ cause’ I know you close. So, stop runnin’ from dis nut and get dat shit. You know you want it, and you know I’mma always give it to you,” he moaned as I relaxed grasping him by his Cuban link, pulling him closer.

My body welcomed him as we both gasped in surprise as he filled me to the hilt.

“Uhhh huh, yea, that’s it, baby. Let daddy all the way in so he can give you every inch of dis dick,” he moaned, slapping my ass as I whimpered, biting my lower lip in concentration, meeting his thrusts.

Maybe it's just peace of mind that we're tryna find

“Mmhm, give it all to me daddy!” I screamed finally not caring who heard me as he moaned smacking my ass again.

Each second becoming more intense as we continued to watch each other, our eyes glazed over in pleasure and passion as we climbed higher and higher together.

Jey’s POV

“Yea, be a good girl for Daddy and just let go,” I whispered anxiously knowing at any minute she was going to give me what I wanted.

“You want me to squirt all on dat dick don’t you?” she gasped as her pussy pulsed around me as she clawed at my chest.

“Hell yea, Daddy got her good and sloppy wet. Fuck! You know how I love dat shit, now stop playin’,” I groaned as Kayla shook her head in defiance.

“You want it……Then take it,” Kayla moaned as I growled, her innocent smile driving me crazy. “Mmm, what you say baby?” I asked knowing what I heard, I just wanted her to say it again.

“I didn’t stutter…..Make me give it to you,” Kayla gasped as I grabbed her by the throat, slightly tightening my grip as she moaned in pleasure.

“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word,” I groaned as she took my strong deep strokes like a champ.

Her pussy engulfing me as I went deeper, the sounds of her wetness was music to my ears.

“Yes…. Yes,” Kayla moaned as I felt my own ending near, but I was on a mission, this was all about her.

Don't let it go

Shallow breathing, fade away

I think it's a good time

To fade away

“Oh, you like dat shit don’t you? You like me chokin’ you, huh?” I whispered, claiming her lips in rough passionate kiss. The sound of her wetness and our moans of pleasure filled the room.

“Yes! You know I love it, now make your pussy cum,” Kayla moaned against my lips as I growled, gripping the headboard with one hand, the other still locked firmly around her throat as she screamed in pleasure.

“That’s it, scream for Daddy, I want everybody to hear you. Tell’em again who’s pussy this is, and you betta scream dat shit.”

“Jey! It’s all yours, fuck!”

“It’s my what? I didn’t hear you baby,” I moaned, never stopping my deep strokes as she trembled in my arms.

“Pussy! It’s your pussy!” she cried as I growled in satisfaction.

“Mmhm, damn right, it’s my pussy…. Every inch of you belongs to me and can’t nobody else have you,” I declared as she purred at my words.

“Your mine too,” Kayla she gasped, our lips dangerously close. “I’m only yours, never forget that,” I moaned swallowing her screams as we came together.

Her essence soaking the sheets we surrendered. Totally spent, fighting to regulate our breathing and regain our senses.

It was always that way, we were always in our own world when we were together and I loved it, I just loved Kayla.

“I love you,” I whispered claiming her lips once again as she sighed in contentment. “I love you too.”

Yea, this is where I belonged, and nothing would ever change that…

More money, more thrills

More satisfied

More pleasure, more pain

Wanna feel inside

Don't let it go

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Island Cove

Kayla’s POV

“Ok, turn on the music Tez,” I heard Bianca whispered as I smiled. They really were working overtime to make sure we had a good time.

“Girl, go spend some time with your husband!” I yelled as she laughed.

“We did our dinner earlier thank you very much, now we bout to head back to the ship if you get my drift,” she said coming into view as I gave her a hug.

“Oh, ya’ll gonna go do it,” I said laughing as Montez gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“You so messy,” he whispered as I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m just calling it how I see it,” I said as Jey shook his head.

“Girl, goodnight I’ll see ya’ll in the morning,” Bianca said as Montez reached over and shook Jey’s hand. “Guy’s brunch in the morning?”

“Yeet…”

“Damn, I thought we left that in the states,” Bianca said hugging Jey as he smiled.

“Thanks for everything, sis,” he whispered as she nodded. “It was my pleasure, expect a call early in the morning.”

“What are ya’ll up to now?” I asked as Bianca waved me off. “You’ll see tomorrow, have fun,” she said leaving in a hurry with Montez in tow.

“Aye, stop worrying about tomorrow, let’s enjoy this moment,” Jey said taking me in his arms.

“Ya’ll ain’t slick, but I’mma let it slide for now,” I said he chuckled spinning me around as I laughed.

“Thank you, now did you have fun tonight?” he asked, caressing my back.

Don't wanna make a scene

I really don't care if people stare at us

Sometimes I think I'm dreamin'

I pinch myself

Just to see if I'm awake or not

“I really did, dinner was amazing and everything is so beautiful. You have been outdoing yourself Mr. Fatu,” I said as we danced.

“Hey, I wanted everything to be perfect because you deserve it.”

“Everything has been perfect despite everything,” I said as he smiled.

“I can’t lose you; I love you too much,” Jey said as I stared at him in confusion. “Hey, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” I reassured him.

Is it real?

What I feel

Could it be? You and me

'Til the end of time

Never part

Take my heart

Hold it tight, it's true love

You know I gotta be

“You know when I met you, I closed myself off because I had gone through a lot of shit. I didn’t believe you could love somebody like me, but you did,” he said as I smiled.

“Jey, we don’t have to talk about it now-” I started as he kissed me gently on the lips.

“I know, I just wanted to let you know that my past is just that…The past and I will never let that touch us again,” he said as I fought back tears. “I know you won’t, I trust you.”

I gotta be the one you touch

And baby, I gotta be the one you love (I'm telling you that)

I gotta be the one you feel

And I gotta be the one to fill your life with sunshine

“My biggest fear is you waking up one day and thinkin’ you wasted your life wit me. I know the life ain’t ideal, I’m gone a lot. I uproot you sometimes from your job because I miss you and I bombard you with facetime calls-” he said as I chuckled in amusement.

I gotta be the one you know

'Cause I will always love you so (I'm loving you, girl)

I gotta be the one you need

I'm just telling you that I gotta be

“It's never wasted time; I love to visit you on the road because I miss you just as much. I wait up for your calls because I want to hear your voice and hear about how the show went,” I said as he smiled. “Really,” he whispered as I nodded.

“Yea, really…..I love keeping you company on Facetime as you drive to the next city because I want to make sure you get there safe and hearing your voice helps me rest easy.”

“Man, how did I get so fuckin’ lucky, he whispered, hugging me close and placing a gentle kiss on the shoulder.

“We both got lucky, and don’t even get me started on the mind-blowing facetime sex sessions,” I said trying to lighten the mood as he laughed.

“Hell yea, that gets me through them lonely nights. Best damn invention ever,” he said pushing my hair behind my ear as I blushed.

You make me whole, you make me right

Don't ever wanna think about you leaving my life

You make me whole, you make me right

Don't ever wanna think about you leaving my life.

“We’re going to be just fine,” I reassured him with a kiss. “Yea, we are, because you stuck wit my ass now.”

“Promises, promises,” I whispered, sighing hearing the ship’s horn blaring, letting us know we were pulling out in two hours.

“I guess that’s the sign to head back to the ship,” I said as Jey nodded taking my hand in his as we began our journey back.

Jey’s POV

“I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to flip,” I said putting my arm around my shoulder as she wrapped her arms around my waist as we walked back.

“I’m not going to flip; I may actually surprise you.”

“Danielle followed me today after I left ya’ll on the deck,” I blurted out, relieved I said it. I didn’t want any secrets between us. I waited for the blow up, but I was met with a small smile.

“I know, I actually ran into you guys, but you didn’t see me. After you left, her and I came to an understanding.”

Sighing, I paused, rubbing my hand nervously over my beard as Kayla turned to face me.

“Kay,I didn’t need you hearing that shit, or having to deal with her. It’s just a fuckin’ mess-”

“Hey, it’s ok, I’m just glad you got a chance to get that stuff off of your chest. Besides we are in this together, aren’t we?”

I searched her face for any signs of discomfort in the conversation, after seeing none, I continued.

“Yea, we’re in this together,” I said as she caressed my beard lovingly.

She doesn’t know but I kept the grey in it because I know she secretly loves it.

“You needed that closure, and I’m happy you got it,” she said letting me know she wasn’t trippin’ over it.

That seemed to put my mind at ease as I saw Sefa and Cameron walking towards us.

“Aye, I heard from the place in Puerto Rico. Everything is a go for tomorrow,” Sefa said as I smiled.

“Good looking out, Uce.”

“Ok, now that’s twice tonight, but I ain’t gon’ even ask.”

“Good, cause’ I ain’t tellin’, just know I got this,” I said as she smiled.

The damn line was long to get back on the ship, so it was a good thing we came back when we did.

I felt nervous and excited watching Kayla and Cameron taking pictures.

By morning we would be in Puerto Rico and by tomorrow evening Kayla will be my fiancé.

Yep, this trip was finally back on track, and I am determined to keep it that way.

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loveandmurders · 1 year ago

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Why am I not dead already? (Lester Sinclair x gender neutral reader)

Hello there, you can find Bo’s version here and Vincent’s one here.

Hope you’ll enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of murders and violence, the twins are intense and Bo is an ass (nothing new), one or two strong words, mentions of sexual activity once, a little bit of angst but overall quite fluffy, Lester is madly in love with you.

Truth to be told, you had never been so in love in your whole existence.

If you had thought you knew what love was before meeting Lester, you soon realised how wrong you were.

Lester was your ray of sunshine, always joking around and making you laugh and feel happy.

He was able to make you forget about his family business and about your previous life. Actually, you had no desire to get back to an existence without him.

He was always so gentle with you, but you knew he wasn’t all soft and cute like he seemed to be. You knew he was 100% supporting the killing, otherwise he wouldn’t lead the tourists right to their death. In a way, he was Death’s messenger.

You also saw him beating a man to the pulp after the man almost shot Jonesy.

You knew you were living with a dangerous man, but as long as he was all tenderness and affection to you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind.

Except when you were with the twins.

You really liked his brothers.

They were decent with you, even if they were always eyeing you as if they thought you would run away and break their kid brother’s heart very soon.

Bo and Vincent both let you know they wouldn’t be very nice to you if you ever hurt Lester.

You had nodded in understanding and hadn’t dared talk about it to Lester, who wasn’t there when this happened.

Bo loved to joke around about “how long ya're still gonna be 'round”; he had even a little bet about it.

Vincent wasn’t commenting but he was so tense around you. You weren’t too sure why.

You weren’t feeling like you were particularly fitting in the Sinclair family, but as long as you had Lester by your side you were okay with it.

The twins were just worried you were going to run away at some point, but they thought you were a nice couple and they saw how happy you were making Lester. Bo never yelled at you or scared you off, and Vincent never made you feel uncomfortable.

It didn’t mean that they never threatened you.

Lester was unloading his truck as you were in the family house kitchen, tidying up around. Bo arrived from behind you and settled at the counter.

“Still ‘round, Y/N, that’s Lester’s record” he commented and you almost jumped as you hadn’t heard him coming in. It made him smirk his predatory smile.

“Well he’s good to me” you shrugged as you resumed what you were doing

“But for how long, ya think?” he continued to tease. You weren’t too sure if he was testing your love for him or something else, but you had to admit that it had been a little while since you had been wondering that same question too.

You weren’t fitting in, you weren’t a killer, you were just you.

“I don’t know” you whispered

“That’s good, don’t believe ya’ll be foreva here. Ya’re just a pet, and if ya annoy Les, or if he grows tired of ya, ya know how it’ll end” he continued.

“Yeah, I know” you replied as you turned around to face him.

Lester entered the room soon after, and he quickly noticed how serious both his brother and you were. It made him groan

“How ‘bout ya go back to work” he told Bo who scoffed at him.

“Whateva” Bo hummed before leaving the two of you.

Lester tried to cheer you up and helped you in the kitchen. You stayed quiet for the rest of the afternoon, and even more during the family dinner.

Bo was pleased you seemed to “finally” realise the situation; Vincent wasn’t too impressed. Of course, he wanted you to understand you needed to be good, but he also wanted Lester to be happy. And you were making him happy.

Lester was quick to finish his meal and to bring you home, away from the twins.

“So, what did Bo say?” he asked you as he was driving the two of you back to his place.

“Nothing,” you shrugged. You didn’t really feel like talking about it yet.

“No matter what he said, ya know he’s an ass. He thinks it’s his duty to look after me, and all. But he won’t touch ya or hurt ya.” he tried to reassure you.

“You sure about that?” you asked

“Of course, darl’. Ain’t be happy ‘bout it if he hurt ya” he sent you a gentle smile “Ya safe with me, I swear”

“You said that the day we met too” you hummed and Lester smiled even more at the fond memory.

You both perfectly remembered that day.

You were a lost tourist too, with a group of people.

You weren’t fitting in this group either. You didn’t even know why you were there. You were cute and polite, when they were rough and rude. Lester hated them right away, as he fell in love with you at the instant he saw you.

He had led your group to Ambrose, but he was hesitant to let you go without telling you anything. He didn’t want his brothers to hurt you.

You, you had trusted Lester the moment you met him, unlike Bo. You could tell there was something off with the way he smiled at your group as you were all leaving Lester’s truck.

You were about to put a foot on the ground, when you turned around to watch Lester.

“You sure we’re good here?” you had asked him with your perfect doe eyes.

“How ‘bout I show ya ‘round? Ya safe with me, I swear” he had replied and you had understood you were right about Bo.

You nodded and he drove the two of you off. Bo had been surprised, but he thought Lester wasn’t playing enough with tourists so he didn’t mind.

He hadn’t thought you would become a thing though. And a part of him was happy about it. But you weren’t a Sinclair yet.

You had been silent for a little longer.

“Why am I not dead, Les?” you finally asked and Lester stopped the truck in the middle of the road before turning to you.

“What?”

“Why am I not dead? I mean, I get why you didn’t kill me right away. But it’s been a few months now, we had sex, we had fun together and all… So I'm not too sure why I’m still around. Bo doesn’t seem to understand either. Vincent either to be honest. They both think I will run away from you”

“Will ya?”

You shook your head and he seemed to be relieved. He wasn’t too sure how he would handle you running away from him.

He knew his family was scary and that the killing was awful, and you were the best thing that ever happened to him, so he wasn’t going to let you go that easily.

“Can’t promise I wouldn’t track ya down if ya ever ran away from me, but I wouldn’t kill ya” he told you and you watched him in surprise. Lester wasn’t often letting you see his darkest side.

“What would you do to me if you didn’t kill me, then?” you asked and he nervously chuckled

“Not too sure, I’ll probably lock ya up at home and find a way to convince ya to stay mine”

“Yours?” you arched an eyebrow and Lester looked away, slightly blushing.

“Yeah, mine. Ya’re mine” he said as he grabbed your hand and stared back at you. You were the only thing he ever truly wanted in his existence.

“It doesn’t really answer my question though” you said and the man in front of you frowned.

“What question?”

“Why am I still alive?” you repeated.

Lester kissed the back of your hand and gave you a cheeky smile “I thought it was pretty obvious”

“Ah yeah?”

“That’s ‘cause I’m fuckin’ in love with ya, darl’. Can’t shut up ‘bout ya when ya not here to hear it, and I told the twins to be nice to ya or else”

You stared at him.

“But it clearly didn’t work well. I’ll have another discussion with them. They need to understand ya’re part of the family from now on” he added as you moved to hug him, lost for words at the moment.

“Maybe you should marry me, to convince them I’m part of the family” you said, but you were only teasing because you were feeling quite overwhelmed by all the things your boyfriend was saying.

But Lester hummed in thought.

“Sounds like a plan.” he agreed and your eyes widened

“Wait what?”

“Forever mine, I like the sound of that” he continued, speaking to himself with a pleased smile on his face. “Ya ain't killin' the person ya’re married with, your partner obviously ain't runnin' away from ya, and ya’ll get my last name so it means you’ll be indeed a member of the Sinclair family. Yeah, yeah, a really good plan, Y/N. We’ll find rings tomorrow”

And truth to his world, you both got rings the next day and Bo married the two of you in the church.

You had been surprised how Bo had been quick to agree to play the priest. And after the “ceremony”, he started to treat you like a baby sibling: trying to boss you around, but always very protective of you.

As a matter of fact, Vincent started to be a lot more at ease around you, and enjoyed sharing embarrassing stories about Bo and Lester just to bond with you.

The answer to your question was quite obvious now; you didn’t get killed, because you finally fitted somewhere and it was in the Sinclair family.

You were a Sinclair until the very end.

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pinkertinn · 8 days ago

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Ya’ll I love a good bottom Leon fic. Really, I love it. I often write Claire being very assertive or at a minimum them matching the same energy.

I was in an interesting mood this week… and wondered what it would look like for Claire to be the more submissive one…

18+ below the cut

Warnings: slight humiliation, sub/dom dynamics, power dynamics

Claire was at the stove, the faint sizzle of garlic filling the kitchen as she focused on stirring. The last thing she expected was the sound of Leon’s voice cutting through the air, reading aloud in a deep, mock-sultry tone.

“��You like that, don’t you? You want someone who’ll make you a good girl and put you in your place…’”

Claire stiffened, nearly dropping the spoon, as she whipped around to see Leon standing in the doorway, her book in hand. Her face heated, and she fumbled, trying to keep her voice casual. “Didn’t know you were so interested in my reading material, Leon.”

“Oh, interested doesn’t even cover it,” he replied, a smirk quirking up one side of his mouth as he held the book open, eyes glancing down at the highlighted line with exaggerated interest. “I’m learning all sorts of things here, Claire. Things I didn’t expect.”

Claire snorted, rolling her eyes to mask the sudden flutter in her stomach. “It’s just a book. For the plot, you know?” She turned back to the stove, hoping the flush on her cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

“Uh-huh.” Leon’s tone was laced with pure, unfiltered amusement. He cleared his throat, adopting a mockingly dominant tone that had her nearly dropping the spoon again. “‘A strong woman like you needs a man who isn’t afraid to make her surrender.’” He paused, the words hanging in the air before he added, “Interesting taste, Redfield.”

“Oh, please,” Claire scoffed, her voice as breezy as she could make it, though she felt her cheeks burn hotter. “You think I take that seriously?”

Leon’s eyebrows rose. “Well, I don’t know. This guy here seems to think you’d be pretty into it.” He flipped a few more pages, chuckling to himself. “You, letting someone ‘take control’? Hard to imagine.”

Claire rolled her eyes, but her heart thudded in her chest as Leon took a step closer, his eyes dancing with mischief. “So, all these lines you’ve highlighted… just for the ‘plot,’ right?” He leaned over her shoulder, close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. “‘Put you in your place,’ huh?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a teasing rasp. “Didn’t know you wanted someone to boss you around, Claire.”

She was trapped between the stove and the weight of his words, desperately trying to keep her voice steady. “It’s just…fiction. People read things they’d never do in real life. Ever think of that?”

“Uh-huh. Of course.” Leon’s smirk didn’t waver. “So you’re saying that, after everything—you being the take-charge type, all assertive and stubborn—you don’t want this…?” He tilted his head, blue eyes gleaming with the kind of playful curiosity that made her pulse race. “That maybe, just maybe, you don’t have this secret little fantasy where someone… ‘puts you in your place’?”

Claire swallowed, forcing herself to stay casual. “You’re out of your mind,” she replied, attempting a scoff. But her voice wavered, betraying her, and she could see Leon catch it.

“Oh, am I?” he replied, voice barely a murmur as he took another step forward, effectively pinning her between himself and the stove. “Because I don’t know, Claire. I think you’re kind of into this.” He lowered his voice, reading again, “‘You want someone who’ll make you melt… who’ll take away that need to be in control.’”

Her heart hammered in her chest as he spoke, every word stirring something deep and startling inside her. “You—You don’t know what you’re talking about, Kennedy.” She tried for a light laugh, but it came out shaky.

Leon’s eyes glinted, catching the tremor in her voice. “Oh, don’t I?” He leaned in, close enough that their noses nearly brushed. His voice was lower, more coaxing. “All you’d have to do is ask, you know. I could help you shut off that pretty little brain of yours for a while.” He raised an eyebrow. “But of course, you don’t want that, right?”

She could barely get a word out, her breath catching. “I… I…”

He chuckled, tilting his head as he brushed a hand over her shoulder, his fingers grazing her neck just enough to make her shiver. “Exactly what I thought,” he murmured, clearly enjoying himself. “You know, you could’ve told me you were into all this ‘big, strong hero’ stuff. I’m here to help.”

Claire opened her mouth to protest, but he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, teasing kiss that left her weak-kneed, her protests melting into a whimper as he deepened the kiss. His hand moved up to cradle her face, fingers tracing her jaw as he tilted her head just so, guiding her response, leaving her dizzy.

When he pulled back, there was a spark of victory in his eyes. “See? All you had to do was let go.”

She wanted to protest, to say something snappy and deflect, but she couldn’t find the words. Instead, she stood there, speechless, a mix of mortification and excitement swirling in her chest as Leon took a step back, holding her book up with a smirk.

“Looks like we’ll be having a fun time with this,” he said with a grin, flipping through the pages, as he turned and headed out of the kitchen.

Leon strolled into the living room, her book in hand, clearly savoring every second of this newfound revelation. Claire’s heart pounded as she hurried after him, quickly shutting off the stove and following. She reached out, eyes wide, trying to keep her voice steady. "Give it back, Leon."

But he only turned, raising an eyebrow as he held the book just out of reach, his expression filled with pure amusement. "Not until you admit it," he said, his voice low and almost daring her. "Come on, Redfield. You can say it. You want to be my good girl, right?”

The words struck her like a bolt of electricity, leaving her flustered in a way she couldn’t quite mask. Claire opened her mouth to snap back, to say something sharp, but her voice failed her, her cheeks burning.

Leon tilted his head, a knowing look in his eyes. “Come on, it’s what you want, isn’t it?” he coaxed, his tone laced with mock sincerity. “You don’t have to act so tough all the time. You can just say it.”

She bristled, her pride flaring, but there was no stopping the flush spreading across her face, the way her legs felt oddly weak, her resolve unsteady. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," she managed, forcing out the words, but her voice sounded thin, breathless.

Leon’s grin only widened, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Oh, really?” he drawled, flipping through the pages of the book as if looking for more incriminating evidence. “Because from where I’m standing, it sure seems like you’re into this.” He held up a passage she’d highlighted. “‘A strong woman who needs someone who isn’t afraid to take the lead…’”

Her stomach flipped, and she clenched her fists, willing herself to keep steady. But it was impossible to ignore the fluttering heat in her chest, the way her legs seemed almost to tremble as he spoke, as if her body was betraying her.

Leon’s gaze dropped to her with a glint of satisfaction. “Come on, Claire,” he murmured, his tone dropping, almost conspiratorial. “How many more books like this do you have hidden away, huh? Do you picture yourself when the guy’s talking like this?” He tilted his head, his gaze softening just slightly as he caught the flush spreading across her face. “Or do you wish it was me?”

The question left her speechless, her lips parting, but no words came out. Instead, she swallowed, the faintest, most humiliating little sound escaping her throat before she could stop it. Leon’s smile grew even more smug, clearly noticing every reaction, every tell she was trying so hard to hide.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with playful mockery, “all you had to do was ask.” He leaned in slightly, his gaze unwavering. “Here I thought you liked barking orders. But really…” He trailed off, flipping through the book again, almost as if to emphasize his point. “You just wanted someone to…” He stopped on a page, reading aloud, “‘Keep those sexy lips busy with something else.’”

She gasped, a mixture of embarrassment and something headier making her pulse race, her throat dry. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily as she tried to summon something to say—anything to salvage her pride—but all that came out was a shaky breath, her face burning under the weight of his gaze.

He smirked, closing the distance between them with slow, confident steps, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark that sent a thrill through her. "Oh, baby, here—let me help you." His voice dropped to a murmur, smooth and laced with mock sweetness. Before she could react, his hands brushed the hem of her oversized shirt, fingers grazing her skin just lightly enough to tease. Then, with one effortless tug, he lifted it up and over her, pulling it off in a single, fluid motion.

She blinked, caught somewhere between surprise and the flash of heat his touch ignited. He took a step back, giving her an exaggerated once-over, pressing a finger to his chin as if considering her.

"You’re a bit overdressed to be making me dinner, don’t you think?" he drawled, head tilting in mock scrutiny. His gaze lingered deliberately, and then he gave a smug, condescending smile. "Yeah," he murmured, a playful edge to his tone. "That’s more like it."

Claire blinked, stunned, suddenly aware of just how exposed she was. Standing there in nothing but a pair of old tube socks, her mouth parted as she struggled to catch up, the warmth rushing to her cheeks as Leon took her in, his gaze sweeping over her in amused appreciation. He gave a low, teasing whistle, his smirk deepening.

"Wow," he murmured, voice dripping with mock surprise. "No panties, no bra? And here I thought you were a good girl."

She felt her stomach flip, the humiliation and thrill twining together as she came out of her daze, her hands flying up to cover herself instinctively. But Leon moved before she could, gently guiding her hands down with a quiet authority that made her heart pound.

"Uh-uh," he murmured, voice soft but firm, as he coaxed her hands down to her sides, his touch lingering just enough to make her pulse race. "No hiding, now. Not when you're so willing to put on a show in all those books of yours."

She swallowed, the vulnerability hitting her all at once, her mind spinning as she stood there, shaking and flustered. Every instinct told her to grab her shirt, to turn and put some distance between them, to scold him for pushing her so far. And yet, here she was—frozen in place, a strange thrill rushing through her as his gaze lingered, his tone laced with that familiar mockery that only made her heart beat faster.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his voice gentle but teasing. "Don't tell me you're feeling shy now."

Leon’s smirk grew as he held up the book, tapping its cover lightly, tauntingly. “You want this back, baby?”

Claire nodded, swallowing hard as she realized just how much she was handing over to him—how he was still fully dressed, while she stood in front of him, bare and vulnerable. She’d always been the one in control, the one who called the shots. But right now? Right now, he held all the cards, and he knew it.

Leon chuckled, a deep, teasing sound, as he sauntered back to the couch, casually kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Tell you what,” he said, stretching back, making himself comfortable. “I’ll make you a deal.” He gave her a slow once-over, making sure she felt his gaze trace every inch of her. “You go get me a beer, and I’ll think about giving it back to you.”

She stood there, her pride and ego warring with the strange thrill that pulsed through her. Her cheeks burned as she tried to summon something, anything to say, but he could tell she was stuck, frozen in place by the sheer audacity of his request.

Leon let out a laugh, shaking his head as if he couldn’t quite believe it himself. “Look at this,” he said, his voice dripping with mock admiration. “Bossy Mrs. Redfield, always-right Claire, standing right here, all stripped down with those sexy knockers out… just for me.” His grin widened. “And turning as red as a cherry on top of it.”

Her face flushed deeper, and she shifted uncomfortably, her hands twitching at her sides. He was enjoying this, savoring every second of seeing her out of her element, on display.

“Man, we could’ve been doing this a long time ago, baby,” he murmured, feigning a look of pure innocence as his gaze lingered on her. “You think I wouldn’t be into this?”

When she didn’t move, his voice dropped, his tone edged with that playful command that made her stomach flip. “Now, go get your man a beer babe. Let me see that ass of yours as you walk away.”

Every part of her screamed to snap back, to give him a piece of her mind—but the flush on her skin, the unsteady thrill building inside her, made her body move before her mind caught up.

As Claire turned to walk away, Leon leaned back, his eyes never leaving her. He let out a loud, exaggerated wolf whistle that made her cheeks burn even hotter. Every nerve in her body was suddenly hyper-aware, and her legs felt like they might give out beneath her as she took those first hesitant steps toward the kitchen.

"Now, that’s a view,” he drawled, sounding far too pleased with himself. His eyes practically glinted with amusement as he watched her, and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her every step, trailing over her exposed skin, lingering on the sway of her hips.

Just a few steps in, her foot caught on the edge of the rug, and she stumbled, her heart lurching as she tried to steady herself. Behind her, Leon erupted in laughter, his voice rich with genuine, unrestrained amusement. “Oh, careful there, baby!” he called out, his tone dripping with teasing mockery. “Take it slow. Wouldn’t want you to fall flat on that cute little ass of yours.”

The comment made her pulse race, and she bit her lip, trying to will the heat in her face to go away, but her body wasn’t listening. Every inch of her felt on fire, nerves buzzing in a way that was dizzying, and even though she hated it, part of her couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered. She knew he was watching every move, studying the way she struggled to keep it together, and it made her feel—flustered, exposed in a way that she couldn’t ignore.

As she reached the kitchen, her fingers trembled slightly, struggling to grab hold of the beer. Her breath came out in a shaky sigh, and she chanced a quick look over her shoulder, only to find Leon lounging back, completely at ease, the self-satisfied grin on his face while flipping through her book. It was enough to make her stomach flip.

Claire’s hand gripped the cold beer bottle tighter than necessary as she turned back toward the living room, hoping to somehow gather her dignity. But the second she met Leon’s eyes, all the confidence she’d managed to muster faltered. He was watching her, openly amused, leaning back on the couch like he was the king of his own little show.

"Well, well," he smirked, giving her a slow once-over as she approached, his gaze lingering unapologetically. “Look at you—bare as the day you were born, fetching me a beer like a good little girl.” He whistled again, low and appreciative. “I’ve got to say, Claire, this is quite a look for you.”

Her face burned hotter, and she tried to hold onto her pride, tried to give him some kind of comeback, but her voice caught in her throat, and instead, a tiny, embarrassing squeak slipped out. Leon’s grin widened, and he raised his eyebrows, clearly relishing every second of her discomfort.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mocked gently, voice dripping with faux concern. “Did I embarrass you? Here I thought you were all tough and unbreakable. But now…” He gestured up and down her body, deliberately taking his time. “Now I’m wondering if you like this more than you’re letting on.”

Claire’s thighs pressed together involuntarily, and she cursed herself for the reaction, feeling mortified that her body was betraying her. The way he was looking at her—like he could see every unspoken thought, every crack in her armor—had her nerves on edge, and she could feel the heat spreading across her skin, could feel herself starting to give in.

“What’s the matter, Claire?” he murmured, his tone laced with mockery as he watched her shuffle closer, clearly enjoying how flustered she’d become. “Got nothing to say? You’ve always got something to say.”

She finally reached him and held the bottle out, desperate for him to just take it so she could escape the intensity of his gaze, but Leon didn’t reach for it. Instead, he tilted his head, letting his eyes trace over her slowly.

“Tell me,” he said, voice soft but sharp. “How many times have you pictured yourself like this?” He waved the book in front of her, his smirk deepening as he flipped it open, thumbing through the dog-eared pages. “Because from the looks of it, you’ve got quite a few favorite passages.”

Claire’s stomach flipped as he held up a page, the words she’d highlighted in stark yellow almost mocking her. She swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “It’s just a book, Leon.”

“Is it?” he shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Or were you hoping I’d take a hint?” His fingers grazed down her arm as he continued, his tone dropping to a low murmur. “Maybe you just wanted someone to make you feel like this—” he paused, feigning a thoughtful expression—“put you in your place, like the good girl you’re always pretending you’re not.”

Her hands trembled, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling more exposed under his gaze than she ever had before. She opened her mouth to argue, to deny it, but no words came, and instead, her thighs clenched instinctively, giving away the effect his words were having on her.

Leon reached out, finally taking the beer from her hands, but not without a satisfied smirk. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, voice thick with mock sweetness. She felt the familiar heat creep back up her neck, flustering her all over again.

Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he held out the book, just inches from her fingers. She reached for it quickly, desperate to snatch it back and put an end to this strange, dizzying game. But the second her fingertips brushed the cover, he pulled it back, just out of reach, his smile widening at the flash of frustration in her eyes.

“Uh-uh,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “If you want this back… you’re gonna have to earn it, babe.”

She felt a shiver run through her, a mix of defiance and something much more unsettling. “Earn it?” she whispered, her voice catching, but even she could hear the unsteady tremor in it.

He held her gaze, his smirk fading into something more intense. “Yeah. All I want is for you to read me one of these little… favorites of yours.” He thumbed through the pages, landing on one that was worn with creases, the words underlined, highlighted—evidence of just how many times she’d lingered on it. “This one looks like it might be a good start. Go on, honey. Read for me.”

Claire swallowed, feeling the warmth of embarrassment creep up from her chest, but his voice was so steady, so coaxing, that her fingers reached out almost instinctively, brushing the page as if it could ground her somehow. She couldn’t quite believe she was doing it, but the intensity in his eyes held her there, trapped in his gaze.

Slowly, she took a breath and began to read, her voice soft and trembling.

“‘The heat of his hands covered her skin, his touch commanding, urging her to yield beneath him, I don’t ask for permission, because that would mean you have a choice. You don’t, she was his and his alone…’” Her voice faltered, the words catching on her lips as her own pulse betrayed her. She could feel her skin flush, her breaths coming quicker.

Leon leaned back, his fingers tracing circles on the arm of the couch, watching her with that same, unrelenting gaze. “Go on,” he urged softly. “Don’t stop now. I’m just starting to enjoy this.”

Her mouth felt dry, her throat tight, but she forced herself to continue, her voice almost a whisper as she read the next line, “He held her close, his hand trailing up her spine, his voice a hushed growl as he reminded her… that she was his to do with as he pleased. That she wanted it. That she’d always wanted it.”

She could barely hear herself over the pounding of her own heart, her voice faltering. But Leon only leaned in closer, his voice coaxing, almost a purr. “That’s right, sweetheart. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Claire’s voice wavered as she went on, the words feeling more and more dangerous with each one she spoke aloud, her skin prickling under Leon’s watchful, unyielding gaze. She swallowed, trying to steady herself, trying to find some foothold in all this, but every word felt like it stripped her bare even further.

“‘His hand found her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze, his eyes dark and steady as he murmured… that he loved seeing her like this, helpless under his touch, unable to resist. That he knew exactly what she needed and would give it to her, as long as she obeyed him. As long as she gave herself to him completely.’”

Her cheeks flared with heat, the weight of his stare making her feel as though every inch of her was on display, every little crack in her armor exposed. She bit her lip, almost ready to snap the book shut, but Leon’s hand reached out, closing over hers, keeping it open.

“Obey him, huh?” he murmured, a teasing glint in his eyes as he let his fingers linger over hers, feeling the way her hands shook slightly beneath his. “Didn’t know you had a taste for this, Claire.” He paused, leaning in a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, soft and insistent. “Is that what you’re looking for? Someone to get through that tough exterior of yours? Someone to make you obey?”

She opened her mouth to deny it, to shake her head, but her words caught in her throat, and instead, her silence answered for her. He gave a small, knowing smile, tilting his head.

“Come on, Claire,” he coaxed. “Don’t go shy on me now. I mean, look at you… you practically highlighted the whole damn page.” He slid a finger under the line she’d marked so intently, letting his touch brush over the words as his eyes found hers again. “So, are you picturing yourself in this book? That why it’s got all these little ‘well-loved’ pages?”

She shivered at his tone, unable to look away, unable to find her voice as he continued, his fingers brushing hers with a gentle, insistent pressure that kept her right there, rooted in place. His voice softened, turning almost affectionate, though the mockery still danced in his eyes. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. If this is what you want… all you had to do was ask.”

He leaned back, releasing her hand slowly, his gaze lingering on her as if daring her to try to deny it. “But you didn’t, did you? No, you were just waiting, hoping I’d figure it out. You, Miss Always-in-Control.” He smirked, eyes raking over her in a slow, appreciative once-over. “Guess I don’t mind taking charge… since it’s what you’ve been waiting for, after all.”

Leon leaned back, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction as he watched Claire stand there, completely bare, her last defenses crumbling under his steady gaze. She’d never felt so exposed—so completely at his mercy—and he was savoring every second of it.

He gave a soft chuckle, gesturing to the space in front of him. “Come here,” he said, his voice low and coaxing, that same maddening mockery glinting in his eyes. “On your knees, sweetheart. That’s it. Just like that.”

Claire hesitated for a beat, her pride fighting back, but the weight of his words, the intensity in his eyes, melted away her last resistance. She slowly sank down onto her knees, her face burning as she looked up at him. He was fully clothed, relaxed and utterly in control, while she was completely bared, every inch of her feeling impossibly vulnerable under his gaze.

“Now, there’s a good girl,” he murmured, reaching out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her flushed skin with a gentleness that only made her feel more flustered. He let his hand trail down, fingers teasingly grazing her collarbone before moving lower, squeezing her breast with a possessive grip that sent a shiver through her. Her breath hitched, and he didn’t miss it—his smirk only deepened.

“See?” he murmured, voice dropping to a velvety whisper. “This is what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it? You wanted someone to put you right where you belong, didn’t you, Claire?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off, reaching for the book again and holding it out, tapping one of the dog-eared pages. “One more line, sweetheart. Just one more… for me.”

Claire’s hands shook as she took the book, her voice barely more than a whisper as she found the passage he’d indicated. “She… she looked up at him, helpless… willing to do anything he asked, because she trusted him completely. He… he… squeezed her breast, reminding her who was in charge, and she—”

Her voice faltered, and Leon’s hand tightened on her breast, his thumb brushing over her sensitive skin, making her gasp. “Go on, baby,” he encouraged, his tone gentle but unyielding. “Finish it.”

Swallowing, Claire managed to push the words out, her voice a quivering whisper. “And she gave herself over to him completely… feeling safe, knowing he would take care of her.”

Leon grinned, a dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes as he took in her flushed face, her trembling form. “There’s my girl,” he murmured, a teasing lilt to his voice. “So easy for you, wasn’t it? Just needed a little push.”

And as he watched her, Claire realized that there was no going back—she was his, in every way, and he knew it.

#Cleon #leon s. kennedy x claire redfield #leon kennedy #claire redfield #Claire reads smut #Leon finds it

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sireington · 5 months ago

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DOOMBOTS concept

— Everyday is the last day here —

In an unknown, distant future, the remains of earth are stuck in an infinite loop where everyday is doomsday, red skies over everything as its inhabitants struggle to make something out of a life where everything ends with pain and starts over again. Pure humans, the ones that are mainly biological have seemingly abandoned their planet or disappeared, machines, robots, automatons, and highly evolved cyborgs being the only things left. These are the doombots.

So far the only defined character I have in this world is Allmaster Rix, a sort of stoic automaton that acts as king of a faction.

The doombots are prone to infighting, with cyborgs being one of the most separated groups as they are driven the most by their emotions. I’m sure being one of the last biological beings in this world would make them want to stay away.

Some bots have become insane or mindless beasts that tear apart whatever comes into their view. Of course, the loop makes it impossible for one to be permanently dead within the world of the doombots. Very few cyborgs become maddened, and most of the time they can snap out of their crazed rampage once the loop resets. It’s more rare for a maddened bot to gain back its sanity.

Some parts of the remains of earth (the doombot world) become more unfitting for surviving as a day goes on. Some caves may freeze over until the metal of your body becomes brittle and some vital motor becomes stuck. Some places simply quake so much that you easily fall into a ravine. They worst of places are the ones where the atmosphere is so weak that the brightness and burning heat of the sun becomes to much, eventually overwhelming the cooling system and overheating. If your alloys and systems are strong enough, you might survive longer, but eventually you will melt and your body’s integrity and strength will falter as it melts and breaks apart.

ya’ll can play and do stuff with this comment or whatever. Please. With sprinkles on top.

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wendytestabrat · 7 months ago

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why family guy needs to shorten its seasons

ok so i just saw how s22 of family guy is gonna wrap up with only 15 episodes (this season was terrible, but i digress) i hope it stays that way because i think a BIG reason why family guy has gone downhill is bc the writers and staff are burnt out af with the huge episode load rather than it being a lack of talent. like ya’ll be shitting on modern family guy for being bad but then praise modern south park, well in all fairness matt & trey are only making 6 episodes a season now while the family guy writers make like 20 so i don’t think it’s rlly a fair comparison LOL. plus the family guy episodes take longer to make too bc of the animation, they take up to 9 months to a year while matt & trey make the south park episodes within 6 days. so yeah i’ve been wanting family guy to make shorter seasons FOREVER bc i feel like the show would benefit A LOT from making quality over quantity. it’s been hard for me to keep up with family guy episodes these days with how many bad episodes they keep pumping out. it makes it hard to dig and find which ones are actually good and worth watching lol. (which i’m on a mission rn to torture myself with a bunch of modern family guy to find those episodes bc i’m such a martyr like that, i’ll link the blog i did a while back on the top 10 modern episodes below) bc yeah family guy still comes out with good episodes and funny jokes every now and then which shows the writers are talented and do know how to make magic if they rlly try lol. (and i still think modern family guy is wayyyy better than a lot of shows these days) so i think the show just needs to make less episodes that are higher quality than 57382992 bad episodes. i mean literally every other popular adult cartoon these days has shorter seasons too. south park has 6 episodes a season, rick & morty has 10, bojack horseman has 12, even the latest futurama season only had 10 episodes lol, so yeah i think that’s what family guy needs to do too to keep up with the popularity of those shows and become the cool kid on the block again like it once was. (bc yeah back in the day family guy was like the most popular adult cartoon on tv and i feel like it deserves to become that again and has the potential to as well) ik family guy always had long af seasons but it worked in the past when the show was actually good and every single one was a masterpiece. that was something i appreciated abt family guy back then was how we were getting WAYY more consistently good episodes than south park (bc south park seasons have always been shorter than family guy seasons). anyway i hate it when people complain about the south park seasons getting shorter like ya’ll are dumb u do realize matt & trey are old af and burnt out right? LOL stop pressuring two dudes in their 50s who are close to the age of retirement to pump out 473892923 cartoon episodes. i feel like if south park had longer seasons the show could’ve gone downhill as badly as family guy did (and we did see the show getting pretty bad in seasons 20-23 before they shortened the seasons even more) so lets be grateful matt & trey are doing what they need to do to keep the show running and going strong still. anyway here is the list i did on the top 10 best modern family guy episodes a while back if u haven’t seen it.

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this video is based bc they put “send in stewie please” at #1 too. people don’t appreciate how much of a masterpiece that episode is lol

#Youtube #family guy #FAMILYGUYRANTGARBAGE

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 2 years ago

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Across the Galaxy of Dreams

Milky Way Cookie: Yawn… Welcome aboard the Intergalactic Dream Express…! Stardust Cookie: Thank you, conductor. One-way trip to the Whipped Cream Galaxy for me, please. Milky Way Cookie: Sure, sure…! But I gotta warn you: this is the Express train. It’s fast, there’s a lot to see and all, but the trip can be a bit… rough! Milky Way Cookie: Who knows… We might wander into a dreaming space pirate territory or crash-... err, bump into space junk? He he… Milky Way Cookie: So! Before we pass the point of no return… Why don’t you look into… slower, peaceful local trains? Or the famous Solar HyperExpress, perhaps? Stardust Cookie: I do not require silence or peace. Nor am I in a hurry… Stardust Cookie: I look forward to seeing the many wonders of the universe. Therefore, I will stay on this train. Milky Way Cookie: An excellent choice indeed! It’s just like that alien said; The direct route may be the fastest, but is rarely the most fun! Stardust Cookie: Alien? Milky Way Cookie: Eh, you know, passengers from places so remote you’ve never heard about them! I’m sure you’ll meet them on your trip! Milky Way Cookie: Alrighty, it’s time for me to head to the driver’s cabin! Make sure you’re in your seat for ticket inspection!

Stardust Cookie: …When I stepped on the cold stones of the City of Wizards, I could not imagine leaving it… with such peace in my heart. Stardust Cookie: To have the leisure of choosing which route to take… is a pleasant surprise. Stardust Cookie: Yes… a new journey awaits me. A journey to find my place in this vast universe. Stardust Cookie: My seat is in the Waning Moon Car, number 41. Right… there. Stardust Cookie: Hmm? There is another passenger in my seat. Stardust Cookie: I beg your pardon, but I do believe you are in my seat.

Space Doughnut: Kyu? Stardust Cookie: …Kyu?

A while later…

Milky Way Cookie: Ahem… Choo choo! Dear passengers! Brace yourself for… TICKET INSPECTIONS! Please have your tickets at the rea… Huh? Stardust Cookie: …Are you asking me to shake your hand…? Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu. Dou… NUT! Stardust Cookie: …They are persistent. Very well… Yes, yes, I’m pleased to meet you too. Milky Way Cookie: Ahem? If I may? What is all this commotion? Stardust Cookie: Conductor, this passenger is in my seat. I asked to see their ticket, yet we can’t seem to understand each other… Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu. Kyuiu! Milky Way Cookie: A misunderstanding, huh? I thought you went ahead and got yourself an alien friend right away! Milky Way Cookie: Let’s see what we can do here… Um, hello? Do you have a ticket that looks… like this?! Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu? Milky Way Cookie: Ooo, wonderful! Yes, yes! And your seat is… right next to you! Stardust Cookie: good. Should they move to their original seat? Milky Way Cookie: Care to explain that to our dear friend here? Stardust Cookie: …… Milky Way Cookie: Oh, no worries! It’s your lucky day! The generous conductor shall pardon you this one time. Just take their seat instead! He he… Stardust Cookie: …*sigh* Thank you. Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu, kyu kyu… ♬ Stardust Cookie: …I beg your pardon, but you are squishing me.

Space Doughnut: Poo boo poo! Boo! Stardust Cookie: I… Never mind. *sigh* This was supposed to be a pleasant trip… Space Doughnut: Dong? Doooooong? Stardust Cookie: this trip is turning out to be quite different from what I had in mind. …How interesting… I didn’t realize… Stardust Cookie: …I do not know what it’s like to have a pleasant trip. Space Doughnut: Kyu?

Food Cart Vendor: Snacks! SNAAAAAHCS! Getcha tasty, healthy snacks! SNACKS FOR A RELAXING SPACE TRIP! Food Cart Vendor: Star Jellies prepared with solar power! Just one bite, and ya’ll feel the power of the sun within you! Food Cart Vendor: Next up, Starflour Crisps, our specialty! They will make your dough strong like the stars! Food Cart Vendor: And last but not least, SomniSoda! A bottle will keep you awake no matter what! …It may cause slight drowsiness though. Pointy Hat Passenger: May I have three packs of crisps and three bottles of soda, please? Stardust Cookie: …Starflour Crisps? May I have a pack as well? Food Cart Vendor: Sure thing! Here you go! Space Doughnut: Yum! Munch much…! Stardust Cookie: (Is that how you consume this?) Stardust Cookie: Nom… Once-Excited Passenger: Uh, I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re eating it the wrong way! You have to take off the wrapping! Stardust Cookie: Ecckk! …Thank you. “Take off the wrapping…” Stardust Cookie: …You are eating it the wrong way too. Space Doughnut: Uuuu? Stardust Cookie: Hmm. You can taste the star particles. Crunchy. I quite like it. Round Hat Passenger: First time trying the Starflour Crisps? Haven’t traveled much, huh? Brave of you to take the express train! It can get pretty rowdy, you know! Wide Hat Passenger: That’s right! I heard those space pirates are causing quite the ruckus! Milky Way Cookie: Choo choo! The next stop is Beacon Star Station! I repeat, Beacon Star Station! Famous for its bright, luminous star! Milky Way Cookie: The doors are on your right! Make sure you take your belongings with ya!

Wide Hat Passenger: This is where I get off, lad! Oh dread, I have a bottle of soda left. Err… Here. Try this! Stardust Cookie: …Is this for me? Round Hat Passenger: Yes, yes! Share it with the Space Doughnut! It’s important to stay hydrated on your journey. Take it! Round Hat Passenger: Have you heard? The next sector is occupied by space pirates! The space turf war between the Milk ‘Staches and the Captain Blackbread’s has been going on forever! And they’re not the only gangs! Stardust Cookie: I… see. Pointy Hat Passenger: But a capable lad like you will manage! You even met a travel buddy! You know the saying: “good company makes a better journey!” Wide Hat Passenger: Even if you can’t communicate! Ha ha! Safe travels! Stardust Cookie: Good company makes a better journey… Stardust Cookie: …Doughnut, would you like me to open the pack for you? Space Doughnut: Kwa. *BURP* Stardust Cookie: You are already done…

*swish*

Stardust Cookie: You dropped your ticket. …Oh? Stardust Cookie: You are heading to… “Any place where you can hide from the flow of time and crushing gravity?” Stardust Cookie: …Is that an actual station? Space Doughnut: Kyu? Stardust Cookie: Your ticket, it’s… odd. …It’s not… “kwa.” It’s “doo.” Does that make sense? Space Doughnut: …………Doo? Stardust Cookie: …Take your ticket to the train conductor. The Cookie over there going “choo choo!” from time to time. Milky Way Cookie: The doors are closing. The doors are now clo… Milky Way Cookie: Huh? What’s that? Stardust Cookie: Hmm?

Wide Hat Passenger: Waaah… Hurry up and close those doors! A bunch of weirdos are closing your way! Brainglazed Fluffy Passenger: …NUTDO… NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO… Brainglazed Passengers: NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO!

Food Cart Vendor: EEEEK! What in the universe is going on? Round Hat Passenger: *Gasp* They’re climbing up the windows! Brainglazed Fluffy Passenger: NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO…! QUACK! Stardust Cookie: That was close. Are you alright? Round Hat Passenger: I-I’m okay… Space Doughnut: Kyu kyukyukyu! Tururu… Stardust Cookie: Who are they all? Why are they storming the train? Milky Way Cookie: Choo choo! These oddballs were only attacking this car! I saw it on my way from the driver’s cabin! Milky Way Cookie: They kept yelling “NUT-DONUT-DO!” Utter CHAOS! Gah! Milky Way Cookie: …Huh, of course! You there! Doughnut! They’re after you, aren’t they?! Milky Way Cookie: Who are they and what do they want?! Space Doughnut: Kwa? Stardust Cookie: NUT-DONUT-DO… Donut… Doughnut. Right. An acute observation, conductor. Milky Way Cookie: I mean… it’s pretty obvious… Milky Way Cookie: Anyways! Emergency situation at the station! Escaping… I mean, DEPARTING right away! Milky Way Cookie: Fasten your seatbelts because this is where the ride gets REAL bumpy! Maybe try holding onto something as well! Passengers: WAAAAAAAH!

Stardust Cookie: Watch out! Some of them have made it inside! Brainglazed Passengers: NUT… DOOOOO…! Space Doughnut: Poo… Puboo… Doo… Pointy Hat Passenger: Space Doughnut! Roll out of here and quick! Hide! Take cover! It’s not safe there! Space Doughnut: Doooooo…! Pointy Hat Passenger: Huh? What did you say? Space Doughnut: DOO… DA!

Donut Passengers: Donut! Pointy Hat Passenger: *gasp* Food Cart Vendor: Huh? Once-Excited Passenger: Wow! Space Doughnut, sir, that was amazing! Can you transform the rest of those weird strangers? Brainglazed Passengers: Poof! Brainglazed Passengers: Nut… DO! Round Hat Passenger: Oh no! They’ve returned to their real selves! Food Cart Vendor: WE’RE DOOOOOMED! Stardust Cookie: No… I have an idea! Stardust Cookie: Milky Way Cookie! Open the doors! I have a plan! Milky Way Cookie: Roger that! Doors opening! Everyone hold onto something!

Whoooooosh!

Stardust Cookie: Doughnut! It’s DOO-DA time! Do you understand me? DOO DA! Space Doughnut: Pu…? Stardust Cookie: DOO! DA! Space Doughnut: …Doo…! Space Doughnut: Dooooo! Daaaaa!

Donut Passengers: Poof! Stardust Cookie: And… now! Toss them outside! Once-Excited Passenger: Oh… I get it! We can kick them out of the car before they return to their original form! Food Cart Vendor: Aaaaah! Toss them away! HURRRRYYYY!

*CRASH* *BANG* *BOOM*

Stardust Cookie: …We did it… Milky Way Cookie: What just happened? Did I just see a bunch of… donuts roll out…? Stardust Cookie: Space Doughnut! Stardust Cookie: You were amazing! Space Doughnut: Kyu! Kwouuuu! Milky Way Cookie: So… can I close the doors now?

???: …Ah, there you are. ???: Finally, I have you within my grasp!

A while later…

Milky Way Cookie: Dear passengers! We have arrived at the Intergalactic Rest Stop. We will resume with our journey once we finish repairing the train! Round Hat Passenger: Oh dear. Was the train damaged a lot? Pointy Hat Passenger: We might have to get off here and hitchhike… Brainglazed Space Traveler: NUTDO… NUT-DONUT-DO…! Milky Way Cookie: Aah! Choo! CHOO! Emergency! Emergency! A group of NUTDO travelers approaching! Wide Hat Passenger: WHAT?! Oh, dread! I thought we’ve lost them! Stardust Cookie: They grew in numbers. Everyone, brace yourselves! Passengers: GAAAAAH!

Wide Hat Passenger: Is it… over? Is everyone alright?! Milky Way Cookie: My train…! My shiny new train…! Stardust Cookie: Calm down. The train can be fixed. Milky Way Cookie: But… but! If they keep doing that, there will be no train left to reach our destination!!! Milky Way Cookie: We will have to make a detour all the way back to the Dream Train Depot. And then we begin the run ALL! OVER! AGAIN! Milky Way Cookie: Space Doughnut! Perhaps, don’t you have anything to say?! Space Doughnut: Kyou? Milky Way Cookie: You see, my precious train is about to get smashed into crumbs because of those weird thugs! Space Doughnut: Pupupupu! Milky Way Cookie: It’s the conductor’s duty to make sure the train isn’t harmed! Milky Way Cookie: It pains me deeply to say this but… Dear Space Doughnut… Please pack up your belongings and… ???: … Milky Way Cookie: …Make sure you stay here safe and sound! GOTCHA? Unknown vessel detected outside at 11 o’clock! Milky Way Cookie: Do you know how many space pirates I take care of on a WEEKLY basis? Stardust Cookie! Right flank, by the green star! ATTACK! Stardust Cookie: …Prepare to witness the wrath of the stars!

*crash*

???: A capable conductor, I see. The meteors aren’t too shabby either. Milky Way Cookie: Wait, that shadow…! Stardust Cookie: Do you recognize them? Once-Excited Passenger: I… I think I know who that is! A space criminal genius notorious for brainwashing his victims, and disposing of them once they’ve done his bidding. Passengers: *GASP* Milky Way Cookie: Oh yeah, I know him! Upon encounter, you’ll lose consciousness, and then wake up in the middle of nowhere! Or so they say…! Milky Way Cookie: You’re looking at him right now… The mastermind behind those weird attacks is no other than… Dr. Evilglaze!

Dr. Evilglaze: I’m flattered! I presume there is no need to introduce myself. Dr. Evilglaze: Now tell me, where is Doughnut No. 325? Stardust Cookie: …Is he talking about you, Doughnut? I must admit, even your name is peculiar. Space Doughnut: Ppu! Puuuuu… Dr. Evilglaze: I applaud! You’ve come quite far… for a doughnut. Missed me, No. 325? Space Doughnut: …Ddoop. Dr. Evilglaze: How unfortunate. You almost managed to slip away. Just think of it: a bit farther, and I would’ve… Dr. Evilglaze: I would’ve had to ravage this entire universe! Space Doughnut: Pu. Boooo… Tu… Stardust Cookie: I understand, you were upset because the Doughnut here went missing, but surely you realize that you are overreacting? Food Cart Vendor: Stardust Cookie, psssst! Stop… talking…!

Dr. Evilglaze: No. 325, did you know that your test results came back on the very day you ran away? Dr. Evilglaze: Did you know how infuriating it was to realize that the fool that got away was the other half that would make me complete…! Space Doughnut: …! Pi-ri-bi-ri-bi-ri-bi-ri-bip?! Dr. Evilglaze: Surprised? So was I. Dr. Evilglaze: All these years… Al this time and effort it took to abduct over 300 doughnuts, experiment on them, run tests… All that to find “the right one.” Dr. Evilglaze: And when at long last I found the doughnut that would complete me and help me become the almighty Cosmic Doughnut…! It ran away! Dr. Evilglaze: Can you imagine how I felt…? Space Doughnut: Ppu! Pu, puu… Kwa…! Stardust Cookie: Doughnut? Why are you trembling? Dr. Evilglaze: Step aside, flatster. Dr. Evilglaze: Tsk. Just look at how you’ve spoiled this doughnut! How dare it hide from me… Dr. Evilglaze: A doughnut’s highest honor is to become one with a donut ball, transforming into the Cosmic Doughnut. You dare stand in the way of this?! Dr. Evilglaze: No, you will not stand in the way of me taking over the universe!

Milky Way Cookie: So this Space Doughnut here must really be that important to you, huh? I mean, you’re already strong enough to destroy a galaxy or two on your own… Milky Way Cookie: Theoretically speaking, it could cause major… trouble for us if he got his hands on this Space Doughnut, right? Like… the universe exploding… Or worse, the Dream Railway System…! Stardust Cookie: Wait a moment. Space Doughnut? Space Doughnut: Kwa? Stardust Cookie: That fellow there. Is he a kyu-kyu? Or a poo-poo? Space Doughnut: …Poo poo… Stardust Cookie: You heard. The Doughnut wants nothing to do with you. I suggest you take your Cosmic Doughnut business elsewhere. Dr. Evilglaze: *sigh* How tiring to deal with such inferior brainless beings. Doughnuts, take care of them. We are returning with No. 325. Brainglazed Space Travelers: NUTDO! NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO! Milky Way Cookie: Stardust Cookie! We can’t just let them take Space Doughnut away! Stardust Cookie: I suppose we have no other choice… We must fight. Come on!

Brainglazed Space Travelers: NUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DONUT-DO! Stardust Cookie: Phew… Milky Way Cookie, are you unscathed? Milky Way Cookie: I’m fine! But we better put an end to this AND FAST! AHH! Space Doughnut: Pu-poot! Do-oooong-o nut! Stardust Cookie: Doughnut! Do not be frightened, hide behind me… Ah! Dr. Evilglaze: Perhaps you should focus on protecting yourself first. Dr. Evilglaze: You may be strong, but your powers are nothing compared to mine. Dr. Evilglaze: I could crush you right now if I wanted to. Stardust Cookie: Crush me? I might have been the one who tried to destroy a city, but you sound awfully violent! Stardust Cookie: Speaking of, perhaps you should reconsider your decision to obliterate the entire universe? Stardust Cookie: It will not make you feel better, I know from experience! Dr. Evilglaze: HA! You pathetic flatster! You think you know anything about me? The audacity!

CRASH!

Stardust Cookie: Ugh! Space Doughnut: Kyut! Dr. Evilglaze: As soon as I fuse with No. 325 and become the Cosmic Doughnut, I shall destroy your galaxy before anything else!

CRASH!

Stardust Cookie: Ugh… Space Doughnut: …Woo…! Dr. Evilglaze: And if you try to escape to a different star cluster, I will simply follow you and destroy it too.

CRASH!

Dr. Evilglaze: And should you run away to another galaxy, I’ll crush the whole thing into pieces myself! Space Doughnut: …Koo… Kooo… Kooot! Space Doughnut: Koo… KWAAACK!! Stardust Cookie: ! Doughnut? Dr. Evilglaze: You. What did you just say? Space Doughnut: Quack! Kwack! Touuuuu! Puboooo! Dr. Evilglaze: …Seems that fear has made you lose your mind? How DARE you speak that to me? Milky Way Cookie: So… is someone going to tell us what they said, or…? Space Doughnut: Doo… Doooo…! Dr. Evilglaze: You…! How dare you aim your Doughnut Beam at me…! Space Doughnut: DOOOOOO! DWA!!!

Dr. Evilglaze in Doughnut Form: Donut! Dr. Evilglaze in Doughnut Form: *roll* Pointy Hat Passenger: *hic* Food Cart Vendor: Hyee… Once-Excited Passenger: *gasp* Stardust Cookie: …Everyone, get on the train. Now! Milky Way Cookie: …Y-yeah! We need to leave before he returns to his original self! RUN! Passengers: AAAAH!

*BAM* *BOOM* *CRASH* Milky Way Cookie: All aboard! Choo choo!

Stardust Cookie: *huff huff* Space Doughnut: Huff huff… Kyuck. Stardust Cookie: …Dr. Evilglaze looked ridiculously powerful… Stardust Cookie: Yet you simply turned him into a doughnut. Stardust Cookie: ………Ha ha. Poof! Just like that! A doughnut! Once-Excited Passenger: …Heh. Pointy Hat Passenger: And the way he rolled away…! Food Cart Vendor: He he he. Space Doughnut: kwa! Poopoo! Ptooey! Rrrrroll! Stardust Cookie: Ha ha ha! That’s right! You made him roll away! Ha ha ha! Space Doughnut: …Pookyu… Space Doughnut: Pookyukyu! Kyurrrr! Stardust Cookie: Ha ha ha!

Milky Way Cookie: Dear biscuits and treats of all flavors! Thank you for traveling with us on the rather bumpy Dream Express! The next stop is the final destination of this train: the Western Sky! Milky Way Cookie: Once the train stops, make sure to leave the station as soon as possible! We lost those pesky donuts, but… they might be back! Stardust Cookie: Looks like it is time to say goodbye. Stardust Cookie: Over there, outside the window, is a faintly glowing galaxy. That is most likely the Whipped Cream Galaxy. Where our ways part. Space Doughnut: Kyu? Dough… nut? Stardust Cookie: Ha ha… My apologies. Your language is still foreign to me… Stardust Cookie: I wish you the very best, Doughnut. I would like to believe you wished me the same as well. Space Doughnut: …Kwak! Stardust Cookie: Please do not cling on to me! Danger does not pursue you anymore. Travel freely, wherever your heart wishes! Space Doughnut: Haaaaaaan! Keeeeeeeeh… Stardust Cookie: Wait, you understand me now-

SHOOOOOSH

Milky Way Cookie: What’s this creepy noise…?! Everyone, get off the train…!

*CRASH*

Dr. Evilglaze: You’re MINE! Space Doughnut: Kyupoot?! Milky Way Cookie: …Ugh. So persistent…! Let the Doughnut go already! Dr. Evilglaze: One step closer, and I will brain-glaze every passenger on this pathetic train! Brain glaze… like brainwash… but… doughnut-style…! Dr. Evilglaze: The reason why I haven’t used my NUT-DONUT-DO Beam on you, pathetic creatures, is because I didn’t want to delay the coming of the Cosmic Doughnut! Milky Way Cookie: Ugh… Dr. Evilglaze: I admit, it was reckless of me. After all, we’re talking about becoming the Supreme Overlord of the Universe here… Dr. Evilglaze: I can’t believe I actually listened to your incessant whining just to bring my victory closer! Space Doughnut: Ppoo… Pooyut… Dr. Evilglaze: It doesn’t matter anymore. No.325, I shall grant you the honor of becoming part of me! Space Doughnut: Ppu! Ppuboop! KWAK! Dr. Evilglaze: I will consume you and become the strongest being in this entire universe! Stardust Cookie: Space Doughnut! Fight back! Use your Doo-da! Space Doughnut: Do… Doo doo…! Dr. Evilglaze: Let the Doughnut and the Doughnut Ball… CONVERGE!

Stardust Cookie: What is this? It suddenly became completely dark. Dr. Evilglaze: Ah… No. No no no! This isn’t supposed to happen!

Dr. Evilglaze: Stop firing your doughnut beam, No. 325, or we will turn into a useless little donut! Stop! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! Dr. Evilglaze: NO! We’re nearing infinite zero…! I said stop! Dr. Evilglaze: Stop it! NOOOOOOO!

Space Doughnut: Woo… Pooo…! Stardust Cookie: …Space Doughnut…?

Oooooo…

Milky Way Cookie: Stardust Cookie, wake up! Stardust Cookie: Ah!

Unstable Doughnut Vortex: OoooooooooO! Milky Way Cookie: Are you alright? I gotta admit, that was quite the shockwave, but I didn’t expect you to pass out like that… Stardust Cookie: This… is a dark vortex. Stardust Cookie: …So that was not a dream. Dr. Evilglaze’s plans to become the Cosmic Doughnut failed! Milky Way Cookie: Yeah, yeah…! Can you lend me a hand here? The train is gonna get sucked in… WHOA! Stardust Cookie: Milky Way Cookie! Stardust Cookie: Everyone hold on! I will try to pull the train out of this vortex! Stardust Cookie: Ugh…! Once-Excited Passenger: You don’t have… to sacrifice yourself… to… save us… Pointy Hat Passenger: Too late… flee…! Stardust Cookie: NO! Buckle your seatbelts!

Unstable Doughnut Vortex: OooooooOOoooo…

Stardust Cookie: We are… leaving… this vortex… together! Stardust Cookie: Our destination awaits us… all of us…! Stardust Cookie: And we’re going to explore the galaxy together, sharing snacks!

Food Cart Vendor: We made it! Milky Way Cookie: But we got caught in a gravitational slingshot! We’re gonna accelerate WAY beyond the maximum allowed limits!!! Milky Way Cookie: Stardust Cookie, hold on to the train! We can use this boost and escape! Hurry! Stardust Cookie: …You go ahead. Milky Way Cookie: But what are you gonna do? Dr. Evilglaze and the Space Doughnut are probably as small as a single particle because of all that ridiculous pressure! Milky Way Cookie: Neither light nor time exists within the vortex! Not even the Slumbering Moon’s power can reach there! Stardust Cookie: I know. It is called the Horizon of Fate because no dessert has ever returned from a vortex. Stardust Cookie: But I must look beyond the horizon. Milky Way Cookie: What?! Stardust Cookie! Unstable Doughnut Vortex: Oooooooo…

Stardust Cookie: Dr. Evilglaze tried to stop the Doughnut Beam. Stardust Cookie: But having jammed the beam, he must have caused instability instead! Stardust Cookie: If only I could try and push Dr. Evilglaze away…! Unstable Doughnut Vortex: Oooo… Ooooo…

Stardust Cookie: Yes, I too, know that feeling. Stardust Cookie: Wandering across the void, without any sense of direction. Stardust Cookie: Swept away by a vortex, feeling nothing. Stardust Cookie: Moonlight Cookie. I can only wonder what you were thinking when you came to save me. Stardust Cookie: What was your reasoning? Stardust Cookie: I want to save the Space Doughnut. Stardust Cookie: The Doughnut still… Stardust Cookie: Still does not know what Starflour Crisps taste like unpacked!

Excited Passenger: Sob… He did it! Stardust Cookie really did it, conductor! Milky Way Cookie: Alrighty! It is a conductor’s duty to deliver all her passengers to their destinations! Milky Way Cookie: Now fasten your seatbelts! The train is about to reach the ultra-turbo-light speed and catch up with our passengers, Stardust Cookie and Space Doughnut! Passengers: WAAAAAAAAH!

Stardust Cookie: …Ah…

Stardust Cookie: Where am… I? Am I… on… the train? How fortunate… Looks like I managed not to crumble away… Milky Way Cookie: Oh, you’re awake! You looked like you needed some rest so we didn’t wake you up. Stardust Cookie: Milky Way Cookie… Stardust Cookie: Ah! What happened to the Space Doughnut?! Are they okay? Milky Way Cookie: The Space Doughnut? They’re right next to you, silly! Do you know how hard it was to get them off of you! Ha! Doughnut! Wake up! Stardust Cookie: Oh? Space Doughnut: …Ppo? Kooo? Stardust Cookie: Space Doughnut… You made it back. Good… Stardust Cookie: So where are we? Milky Way Cookie: Err, right, about that! So it’s a conductor’s sacred duty to deliver her passengers to their destination… I’ve already mentioned that… yeah… Milky Way Cookie: But I may have… broken the Dream Express… a little… a bit with the ultra-turbo-light-speed mode…

Milky Way Cookie: And we had to… crash-land in this… random place! Round Hat Passenger: Stardust Cookie! You’re up! Stardust Cookie: Yes. DO you know what happened to Dr. Evilglaze? Once-Excited Passenger: Dr. Evilglaze… passed out I think? So we just left him there! He he! Pointy Hat Passenger: He’s probably floating around the galaxy. Let him have a taste of his own medicine! Food Cart Vendor: Yeah! I’m sure he can hitchhike or something. Ha!

Space Doughnut: Kyut! Kyu kyu kyu koo koo! Once-Excited Passenger: You know, Stardust Cookie, I… I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to say thank you… *sniffle* Food Cart Vendor: That’s right! Thanks so much, Stardust Cookie! You know what? From now on, you get a free lifetime supply of snacks from my cart! Wide Hat Passenger: Stardust Cookie. We are saved because of you! Wide Hat Passenger: Thank you so much for not giving up on us! Stardust Cookie: …Ha ha. Stardust Cookie: And thank you… for the soda… Stardust Cookie: I may not be where I originally intended to be… Stardust Cookie: Now was this the kind of journey I had in mind. Stardust Cookie: And I most certainly did not expect to meet such company… Stardust Cookie: But this is nice. Stardust Cookie: It was a terrific trip. Milky Way Cookie: Stardust Cookie… Space Doughnut: Kyu kyu, Kyu? Kyuukyu? Milky Way Cookie: Hmm? What are you saying, doughnut? It better be good, because we were totally having a moment. Stardust Cookie: I believe they said they want to take a dip in the ocean over there. Space Doughnut: Kyukyukyu! Pointy Hat Passenger: Oh? The Space Doughnut is running towards the sea! Food Cart Vendor: Is that really what they said? Milky Way Cookie: Oi! Answer us! Stardust Cookie: … Stardust Cookie: Ha ha! Stardust Cookie: I think I will join them! I have never seen an ocean before… Stardust Cookie: Can I take a bag of crisps? Food Cart Vendor: Of course! And have a soda if you get thirsty! Milky Way Cookie: Huuuh? What? But you’re gonna get all soggy! Round Hat Passenger: Looks like, the Space Doughnut dropped something… Should we give them a bag? Milky Way Cookie: Huh? It’s their train ticket… Waning Moon Car, Seat 42. Wide Hat Passenger: The destination is… Err, wait… I think it’s getting re-written as we speak…! Once-Excited Passenger: The new destination is… “Anywhere in the universe.” Milky Way Cookie: …Yup yup! Milky Way Cookie: Another satisfied passenger! He he! Milky Way Cookie: Hmmm… And I know just the place to recommend…!

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Alrighty 2: Electric Bungaloo

That’s right ya boi is reintroducing themselves because why the fuck not?

Wassup ya’ll my name’s Turtle and I shitpost like there’s no tomorrow. I do mostly fandom content so be warned there may be spoilers afoot.

Now, some basic stuff about me.

I am an adult (19 as of writing this) but I don’t interact with or post any NSFW. If I had to give my blog an age rating, I’d say 16+ mostly because I don’t feel comfortable interacting with anyone below that age.

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- Criminal Case (current special interest as of writing this)

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Officially diagnosed:

- Autism

- Hypermobility (unspecified, just hypermobility)

- Anxiety

- Diabetes

Yet to be officially diagnosed but I’m pretty sure they’re there:

- ADHD

- Dyslexia

- hEDS (hypermobile ehlers-danlos syndrome)

- Epilepsy

- Depression

- OCD

DNI:

- If your name is TJ (sorry but this is a huge trigger for me)

- Proshippers (ya nasties)

- Strong religious beliefs (especially having to do with “salvation” or “saviours”

- Rascists, ableists, transphobes, homophobes, pedos etc. (ya know, basic shit)

- Jaune Arc NSFW/Fetish blogs (RWBY specific)

Discomforts (please warn me before sending me this shit BUT anything marked with a star (*) PLEASE never send. If your blog contains these, you can still interact but don’t send):

- Gary X Rookie ship (club penguin specific)* (No offence if you ship it, you are free to interact with me but this ship does make me uncomfy)

- Shipping SCPs

- NSFW*

That’s all for now folks. Stay safe <3

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xomakara · 21 days ago

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Ranching Hearts

SUMMARY | You're an overworked accountant with little time for a love life. Desperate for a break, you join your girlfriends on vacation at a dude ranch. Mingi, the handsome ranch owner is instantly attracted to you and vice versa. But Mingi is about to lose the ranch and everything he's worked for. Will you extend your stay to help him out?

PAIRINGS | Mingi x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE | cowboy!Mingi, overworkedaccountant!Reader, smut, modern Western au, country/ranch life

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, oral sex (both female/male receiving/giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, vaginal penetration, creampies, shower sex, outdoor sex, sexual innuendoes

LENGTH | 16,907 words

TAGLIST | —

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork. @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Hi hello. Thank you @aaagustd for the beautiful banner and thank you @kpopflowerfield for beta reading this! I really appreciate it💚 Show support by liking, commenting and reblogging. Love you all 💚

"Oh come on," Hyemi sighed, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the van. "This trip won't be the same without you."

"You really need a break, Y/N," Jinhee muttered. "You're so overworked these days, and all that stress can't be healthy."

You pinched the bridge of your nose as the women clamored their agreements. Despite their arguments that it wouldn't be the same, they were all packed, ready to go, and stood around your luggage as you dithered. "Why a dude ranch?"

"Because we needed something in the middle, so everyone could get to it with ease," Bora said. "And we already paid in full, plus I saw some super hot photos of the cowboy who runs it."

“Cowboys? Seriously?” you asked, incredulous.

Jinhee tossed a magazine towards you. A six pack man filled the front page of it, and your brow furrowed at the photo. Something about the set-up felt artificial, and not only because the man was topless. His boots were pristine, not worn out like you expected. Was this guy actually a cowboy?

"Real life cowboys do not look like this," you announced.

“Have you ever met one?” Hyemi asked.

“Yes,” you replied.

"Seriously?" Hyemi leaned on your shoulder to look at the picture again. "You have been holding out on us! Have you—"

“I’m a country girl, did you forget?” you shook your head.

Bora hopped back onto the van, laughing as the other girls got in. "Tell us all the deets on the way there!"

"Oh, and Y/N?" Hyumi smirked and hit the van door twice to make sure you couldn't close it. "I put condoms in your bag, okay?"

"Maybe there's a hot cowboy, looking for someone to ride him instead of a horse." Hyemi cackled. "If you catch my drift."

"Can we please get going? I have no patience to listen to you guys go into a hyena-like laughing fit," you grumbled as your heart began to hammer away. The prospect of meeting a stranger—no, a possible lover was thrilling enough to make the argument to join them seem pointless now. With a sigh, you waved at Hyemi. "No promises, but I will come along and see what the place is like."

A squeal tore through the van and you cringed at the loud sound. As the chatter in the car began again, you couldn't keep the small smile off your face at the thought that maybe your vacation wouldn't suck. Maybe, just maybe, you'd find someone worth coming home to.

The road trip was filled with laughs and lots of chatter. Your fingers had scrolled through hundreds of articles by the time you arrived and pulled up in the long driveway of the ranch. The entrance to the farm was huge; large wooden signs pointed in different directions, denoting different barns, activities, and lodgings. In the distance was a house, which sat behind the largest barn and closest to the river you saw winding around the land. Your eyes widened at the view.

The air seemed purer, crisper, as though nothing from the city could touch such a remote place. Fresh grass coated the fields of the property, a stark difference to the worn and dull roads you passed as your taxi traveled from the main highways and smaller routes before it. Rolling hills gave the feel of being in a separate world; this place was idyllic, a hidden gem in a world of chaos.

Bora beamed, "This is fucking incredible. Look at the river!"

"Do you think people go fishing in it?" Jinhee asked. "Like, for fun?"

Hyemi smiled as she shook her head. "We can ask the man when we check in. Speaking of—" She grabbed the receipt from your hand and headed for the door. You didn't have time to follow or call out for her to stop, as a tall man appeared from the first barn.

His clothes were much different than the ones you'd seen in the photos in the magazine. A plain white shirt was tucked into well-worn and dusty jeans; black hat covered a mop of black hair and equally dark brown eyes looked over you in one sweep.

Your knees buckled when his gaze landed on you; was he as affected by the attraction as you felt? The tension in the air felt suffocating in its heaviness.

He had his hands pushed deep into his pockets as he watched the rest of your party empty from the vehicle and a light chuckle escaped his lips. "Ladies."

Hyemi took a few steps separating the two of you and held out her hand. "Hello, my name is Hyemi. This is our first time staying here. Are you Mingi?"

Mingi?

"Sure am," he drawled as you took in the deepness of his voice and his strong accent. His gaze moved between the four of you. "Is it just y'all here or do more folks drive down?"

"It's just us. But we heard about the dude ranch and it seemed like the perfect destination to escape the city for a bit and see the countryside. Y'know... uhm... horses, cowboys, nature, all that?" Hyemi asked with an eager expression.

A rumble left Mingi's lips as he fought a laugh. "Of course. Well, welcome to Sunflower Ranch. As your hosts, me and the other guys will provide anythin' ya need, be it horses for a trail or drinks and dancin'. We got plenty of stuff goin' on so if y'all would like to follow me, I'll bring y'all to the cabins."

Mingi reached into the van and removed some luggage with practiced ease and with one more glance at your figure, turned and gestured for the group to follow.

Hyemi smacked your shoulder, her voice hushed with awe. "He's checking you out."

Your own voice came out high-pitched and whiny as you walked to follow. "Who, Mingi?"

"Yes, obviously! He didn't give me or the others the same intense eye fuck as you did." Her eyes took a quick assessment. "Damn, maybe I should've bought some more sexy clothes."

Your heart hammered. "Don't you start—ugh, fuck—this whole weekend."

"Maybe we won't have to. Mingi looks like a man who eats pussy like—" Hyemi continued.

“Hyemi!” you scolded.

"Fine, fine. But I'm snagging the first cowboy that looks my way and it better be that hottie with the long luscious hair," Hyemi adjusted her outfit as she eyed a tall man coming your way to help with the luggage. "You can have Mingi. I'm gonna go and milk that tall drink of water and get a good ride while I'm here."

“You are insatiable,” you said, shaking your head.

"Ain't nothing wrong with enjoying yourself and having fun, Y/N. Maybe you should take a leaf out of my book and have a wild side while we're here. Fuck the stress," Hyemi laughed when your brows knit together in a scowl. You picked up the pace, aware of Hyemi giggling like a fool. It's a mystery how that girl managed to attract so many people when she can't keep her dirty little comments to herself.

You'll have to remind Hyemi not to go and make a joke like that in front of the employees of the ranch. The last thing you needed was to offend Mingi in any way or god forbid have her embarrass you further with her words, so you make a mental note and stick your earphones in. Hyemi will have a heyday of pointing out all the beautiful men on the ranch. At this moment, you can't deal.

As you and the others fall in behind Mingi, the closer proximity gives you a good chance to size him up. His large muscular frame was tightly confined in his clothing and damn did those jeans hug him in all the right places. Not a single thing you were complaining about. Your eyes fixed on that plump round behind, the thick muscles of his thighs and it was hard not to notice the long lengths of his legs. The guy was damn well hung. A blush bloomed over your cheeks when a snort of laughter escaped Hyemi.

Caught red handed.

How embarrassing.

"First time to a ranch?" The man with the long luscious hair asked, as he stepped in tune with Mingi. "I'm Seonghwa and I'm one of Mingi's many helpers. There's eight of us, including Mingi, that will be making sure ya ladies are well taken care of while on the premises."

Hyemi spoke first, taking a moment to flutter her long eyelashes. "That's good news, we want all of your help, right Y/N?" She nudges your side with an elbow and you nod slowly, pretending not to notice her sudden attraction for the taller man, which was borderline embarrassing, not to mention desperate.

"Yes," you sigh. Hyemi pressed her body to your arm as her smile deepened. You side eye her, annoyed she was clearly up to mischief.

Seonghwa chuckled, "Whatever the ladies ask. Here we are. Y'all will be in the end cabin."

Mingi pointed the building out, a row of four smaller structures of varying designs and sizes. "There is a bathroom that everyone shares since the one in the main house is being renovated right now. I would suggest you ladies shower in the mornings between seven to nine since the guys are usually in there in the early mornings."

"Noted," Jinhee nodded and clapped her hands.

"Just head on inside and we'll get your things settled," Seonghwa gestured to the open cabin doors and you and your friends began piling inside. The two men deposited your things inside and dusted their hands as they both exchanged nods.

A gasp fell from Jinhee as she took the building in. "Will you look at the lake! This view is incredible."

"Take a swim after dinner? Ladies night." Bora laughed.

"Are y'all interested in fishin'?" Seonghwa asked.

Hyemi smiled, her voice simpering. "Anything you'll teach me."

Your brow knitted as the flirting ensued. How anyone could do that so brazenly was baffling. If only you had such confidence... Then again, Hyemi wasn't one to get too attached. And given the look on Seonghwa's face, that wasn't going to be a problem here.

Once you get into the room you couldn't hold it in. "Damn, you're quick to pick."

"What?" Bora and Jinhee squealed and hurried to watch Hyemi.

“Seonghwa,” you said. “Looks like Hyemi made her choice already.”

"Wow, we are literally five minutes in and you're already throwing yourself at a cowboy," Jinhee laughed.

"Am I a bad girl for wanting to ride him?" Hyemi sighs as she stares out the window, looking for Seonghwa.

"When are you a good girl?" You quipped.

“Never,” Hyemi giggled.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. Hyemi could go for anyone here if she played her cards right. There's no shortage of people, and no shortage of looks on the ranch. "They did mention that there's six more of them running around."

Bora glanced out the window and nodded over to a handsome figure. "I bet he's one of them. Just look at those bulging muscles! Maybe he can throw me on his shoulders."

"He looks like he could pick anyone up and fuck them against the wall," Jinhee added as she stared out the window.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "God, I'm surrounded by a whole bunch of horny women."

The comment earns a laugh as you step outside. A slight breeze lifted the edges of your loose tee and cooled the skin that had already begun to warm beneath the sunlight. Taking a look around, your gaze focused on the large barn. Though it wasn't obvious what it contained, curiosity begged your feet to lead you toward the source of the loud voices and banging noises. As your steps led you close, the distinct sound of hooves caught your attention first.

Following it, the shadow of something massive and alive passed overhead and your gaze slowly tilted upwards. It took a few seconds for the creature to pass your gaze before it hit you. "Horses!"

"Big bastards, ain't they?" a deep voice said from behind you.

Jumping slightly, the soft laughter caught you off-guard and you turned, sheepishly meeting Mingi's gaze. "Sorry! I haven't seen one in years."

"Naw, not a problem, but why the interest?" He stepped in beside you, watching his hand move to adjust his hat. There was no denying the heat swirling inside, seeing this cowboy up close, smelling the mixture of sweat and spicy cologne was one hell of a rush and your head swam as the sensations washed over. Was he this beautiful and tall when you arrived? Maybe. Your head is full of lust filled thoughts, seeing him next to you in the bright midday sun just amplified the attraction tenfold.

Your words sounded faraway, even to your own ears. "Oh, uh... I-I grew up around horses."

"Really?" He tipped his chin and peered beneath the lip of his hat, those big brown eyes piercing and wide in wonder.

A spark flew inside, your stomach suddenly in knots. This guy had a pull, but you weren't sure if it was the charm and attraction or his expression, or the way his head tilted. "Uh, yeah. I grew up on a farm. Been a while, but I used to compete as a teenager."

“And here I thought y’all just came here to have a nice time away from home. Ya sure did surprise me,” Mingi chuckled.

You let out a small laugh. "My friends are city folk. I moved to the city for a job a few years back, but my family... They're all still in the countryside. Guess I missed it, even the early mornings and mucking out stables."

A chuckle rose. "Y'all wanna muck out the stables, just say. We can get it sorted out for ya. Free, too."

The way his dimpled grin warmed as you locked eyes made your cheeks heat up. "Maybe another time, if I'm up for it. Besides, I doubt my friends would enjoy it."

"Or just keep it our lil secret?" he winked.

You found it hard to break your stare away from his eyes. Something behind those pools of dark chocolate seemed to want to tell you something. A sense of ease lingered, you couldn't explain the calm you felt and the desire to be next to Mingi was hard to push away. Your tongue flicked to wet your dry lips and you smiled, "I'm sure we can work something out."

Mingi leaned back against the fence, watching the animals graze lazily in the green pasture. Your gaze followed and took in the other four horses. Some were big, some short with stubby legs. A couple had spots, another was entirely black, and the fourth horse was pure white and looked the biggest. The urge to stroke its neck tugged at you.

"Cute ones you have here," your smile broke the tension.

"Some are mules, and they're in need of some attention." His eyes went to the four mares and a hand came down, resting on your shoulder. "Ever ridden bareback?"

Your eyes widened.

"If the sight of horses excites yah so much, then what 'bout a nice ride? We could saddle the animals or..." The heat in his eyes was intense. "Maybe you're a daredevil and prefer it free. Up to you, darlin', I'm willing to oblige your needs. I'd give it to ya however yah wanted."

Words caught in your throat. "You want me... to ride... bareback?"

"However, you want, darlin'," he breathed as you inched closer. His other hand moved to touch your shoulder, giving you a brief rub before the same hand lowered to your hip.

Your breathing turned shallow, your knees weakening with each passing second. Heat seared the air around you, but you stayed where you stood, drawing courage to respond to the playful innuendo. "Okay, but if I break my leg, that's on you."

Mingi laughed and jerked his chin back towards the big barn. "I'm sure ya can handle this ride, darlin'. You said you've done this before. Now's a good time to refresh that knowledge, get to know the horses, and give them a workout. Think of it as the best type of warm up to really get you loose and warmed up."

A deep throb burned in your pussy.

Shit, had you gotten wet from some double meaning sex innuendos, and the suggestive smirk playing on Mingi's face made the butterflies swarm furiously in your belly. What the hell was happening to you right now? His finger pressed against your lower back, encouraging you to start walking toward the open doors of the barn and a gasp left your lips when you realized just how much the simple touch sent shivers throughout your body. You don't think you'd ever wanted to be touched so much before by someone.

Fuck... were you this desperate for a man that the simplest of touch would set you off?

"Picked the horse yet?" Mingi asked as your gaze landed on a massive black beast. Its tail flicked gently and a warm welcome flared in its eyes as Mingi led you over to the gate of its paddock. "I was thinkin' you should ride Raven here. He's a big bastard, but once you ride a stallion, any other horse becomes easy. How 'bout it?"

“H-huh?” you stuttered.

"Would ya like to ride a stallion?" He raised his brow, but a teasing smile played on his lips. His hands grabbed the rail of the pen as you walked through the gate and he leaned forward, bending a leg and resting it on the lowest bar. It should've been illegal to look that good when dressed for manual labor. "Have you ridden a stallion before?"

What kind of question was that? A million dirty ideas flooded your mind.

"It's been a few years, but I'd like to try one," your voice seemed huskier, low enough to get his attention, and Mingi lifted his chin, eyes scanning your face. A hitch of breath escaped him and you took it as encouragement, moving closer. He smirked, which only deepened his dimples. How easy it would've been to run your finger over each little dip on his face, but the act would be too bold, right? Too much for two strangers?

Yet he was inviting you to ride...

You moved over to the stallion, placing a hand against its nose as your fingers brushed against the coarse, yet soft hairs that made up its mane. Your lips pulled upwards when its head moved close to your body and leaned against it, eliciting a soft, nicker sound. "Hey, gorgeous."

Mingi opened his mouth but his words died when he caught your expression, noting the smile you were wearing. Damn, did you look good as you stood, hand petting his stallion, talking softly and exchanging pleasantries with the big creature.

As you interacted with his horse, the thought of him going behind and sliding his hands around your waist to steady the movement or hold you upright flashed, sending the blood to pool below. It took a conscious effort not to lick his lips, but damn it all to hell, was his mouth dry with the imagination running through his mind. "Do you... need help getting up, miss?"

You glanced at him. "I think I can manage."

Moving closer, he let his hands hang in a relaxed way at his side, hoping the thick material of his jeans hid the growing bulge. What the fuck were you doing to him so fast? He barely knew you, didn't know much beyond your name, yet his mind was in turmoil; he had never had such a physical reaction so quick, and for a woman to affect him in the ways you did wasn't helping his growing problem.

Said problem seemed to have a mind of its own, not to mention a penchant for ignoring the current issue.

You swung a leg over the back of his horse and he inhaled sharply. Oh, dear, sweet hell... how badly he wanted to see your thighs spread for something else entirely. To get between and taste you, bury his tongue against those smooth folds until your sweet sounds are lost to the wind.

Mingi bit his lip and offered you the reins as his mind imagined its way into an improper fantasy. Those damned city girl shorts you had on showed too much of your perfect plump ass. Nowhere near proper attire for riding a horse bareback or sitting in the saddle. That ass needed something thick and stiff to sink into, to take a punishing ride. The feeling of you on top was going to kill him.

"Good?" Mingi asked as he watched you settle onto the horse's back.

You grinned, eyes crinkling from the smile.

That was a look he'd not forget anytime soon, especially given the situation down south, which was ready to burst his seams if he was still thinking in those terms. When was the last time he felt so inclined? Never.

"A lot harder without a saddle, but it feels good," the smile is real, one that touches your eyes and makes him burn with curiosity. "I missed this feeling of being on a horse."

Mingi nodded. "I bet you did."

You couldn't help but stare at Mingi as you watched him converse and talk in a fluid manner with one of the men named Yunho, a very tall and attractive man with brown hair. You were sitting with the other girls at one of the benches waiting for dinner and there were lots of conversations. Jongho, one of the more quiet ranch hands, had served a bowl of steaming hot vegetable soup and bread to your table. The smell of the cooked carrots, onions and green peppers were all mixed in nicely with the savory taste of the broth. A bottle of ice cold water was placed next to you as well, it felt like a fancy restaurant serving amazing food. The bread was fresh and homemade, you noticed from the breadcrumbs when you bit down.

But you weren't talking, just admiring the view of a handsome tall and masculine cowboy. You took a gulp of your water and cleared your throat. The flutters came in as you looked back at him, not wanting to be obvious in your staring. But that didn't seem to go unnoticed as Bora tapped you with an elbow to your rib. You looked back and narrowed your eyes at her as she took a slurping spoonful of soup and giggled at the sound.

"So you were spending the whole time riding horses, huh?" Jinhee started and gave a quizzical smile to you.

“I... felt a little inspired today,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. “Mingi knows how much I enjoyed it, though. And it was fun. I haven't had a workout like that in a while.”

Hyemi looked up and glanced at you from her spoon of soup, her eyebrows scrunching, a face only for you and she returned to the spoonful of broth. "We are talking about the horses, right?"

"Hyemi," you whined out her name in annoyance, brows dropping in the center in a scowl, only for Hyemi to return a smug smile as she sips her spoon again.

"The first day's been wild," Bora spoke again and wiped the corner of her lips with a tissue as she chewed on the chunk of bread she cut off from the roll and chewed a bit.

You took a sip of water, happy at the sudden topic change. There's no telling what else your friends have to say or rather what they might assume. It isn't like you were expecting anything from Mingi. You were here to have a good time with the girls. That was your motto and motto only, no other reasoning or implications was to be associated, and certainly no fantasizing, so why would it cross their minds otherwise?

You smiled again and placed a napkin in your lap. "Thanks for dragging me out to come here. This reminds me of home. I didn't realize how much I was craving that country air until right now. Makes the food even better."

"Is the country girl happy?" Hyemi teased.

"Are you city girls happy?" You countered with an equally joking response.

"So, um, which one do you girls wanna choose tomorrow?" Jinhee asked and scooted her chair closer. "Ride the trails, fishing, hiking? I'm dying for some adventure here. I need more than the pasture, and these mountains look lovely. I wanna feel the dirt beneath my feet, wading through a shallow river."

"Oh," Bora responded with the sound coming from the back of her throat. "That sounds heavenly. Hey, Seonghwa!"

He paused his steps, glass and jug of tea in hand. "Yes?"

“Can you find a good trail for us to hike tomorrow? And a river with calm water for us to wade through?” Bora asked. “Jinhee really wants a thrill while we're here.”

Seonghwa nodded with a deep chuckle and made a step back towards the cabin to gather a list of activities for the four ladies. "San and Wooyoung are available, I'm sure they'd show y'all to the good spots."

Bora laughed, her voice catching the cowboy's attention. "Let's do the works tomorrow, shall we? Ride the horses, fish, cook the fish, then hike and play in a river. All that good stuff. Hyemi, you in?"

Hyemi smiled, that cat-like smile in place that revealed her dimples on the one cheek and nodded. "Yup, I'm in. "

“Y/N, what about you?” Bora asked.

You purse your lips as you think about it. "I was thinking about getting my hands dirty and mucking the stables."

Your girlfriends stare at you as if you'd gone bonkers. Even Hyemi gave you a hard stare, almost as if trying to figure out where the fuck that idea came from.

Bora had a perplexed look on her face, the wrinkling in the corners of her brow apparent. "You're actually going to do that? With those hands? You're actually willing to break a nail?"

"Yeah... Why not?" You said. "I used to do that all the time back home."

Hyemi sighed as a strand of hair blew across her face with the breeze, a sight that should have distracted anyone else. "Don't you wanna play with the sexy cowboys? Jinhee here is already eyeballing one named Wooyoung."

You shook your head. "It's fine. Really."

"Will you muck stalls every single day while we're here?" Bora questioned.

"Of course not, don't worry," You patted the top of her shoulder.

"I guess you can't take the country out of the girl," Jinhee jokes.

"It's only for one day," your friends still looked unconvinced. "I just wanna muck a stable."

"Or, ride another horse," Hyemi quipped under her breath with a tiny giggle.

You rolled your eyes and picked up the remaining chunks of your bread, taking it as a chance to leave. "And I'm heading off. Good night, you three. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Yes, mother dearest," Jinhee hollered.

You picked at the bread piece and swiped it, tossing the remnants into a nearby garbage. One by one you stepped into your sleeping quarters and began gathering a set of sleepwear and clean underwear, before padding toward the shared bathroom, determined not to be distracted by the languid caress of cool breezes that wafted gently over your bare arms and shoulders.

An evening shower was calling your name.

Stripping the dirty garments off and tossing them aside in a hamper, your hands found the water dial, turning on the warmth as steam clouded the mirror. You stepped in with an exhale, sighing out loudly. Fuck, a bath or shower was always a welcome break. The warm water relaxed and softened skin, easing sore muscles, and that was a welcoming feeling after the long afternoon horseback riding session.

Warm streams coursed down your body. Soothing sensations coated the entirety of your flesh. The feeling of fingers in your scalp, massaging shampoo in and the heady fragrance of honey-vanilla filled the room as you ran your conditioner covered hair through a comb. After letting the conditioner marinate into your hair strands for a while, you rinsed it clean and turned off the water, wiping down your hands, face and hair as you squeezed out excess water, standing naked as the last drops ran down the drain.

The door to the shared bathroom flew open.

"Shit," you shouted as you wrapped a large, clean towel around your wet body, glancing around to catch a shirtless Mingi. His cheeks turned beet red as his gaze averted out the window as he rubbed a hand over his mouth.

He shook his head. "Sorry, didn't think you'd...I didn't think anyone else would be up this late to shower."

You're eyeing him and he's eyeing you back, in fact, his eyes were eating you up. There was no denying how you enjoyed the hungry look in his eyes as they drifted along your wet curves, and you felt like the moment was to keep him busy and allow him to look his fill. "I just wanted a late night shower after all that riding."

“Don’t let me get in your way,” Mingi said. “I can go later, s'fine.”

You grabbed his wrist to stop him, pulling him back inside the bathroom and closing the door behind him and locking it. The tug made him move forward toward you and the end result was his muscled chest against your covered breasts, nipples protruding and rubbing against the hard muscles. You wanted to keep him and his perfect physique close, feeling his hard and chiseled edges press up against your body.

His expression seemed flustered.

"Join me," you said with a quick lick of your lips, sending him a seductive gaze and hoping that his brain was able to grasp the meaning behind that. "Or rather..."

A finger curled around the strap of your towel and gently pulled downwards, releasing the hold and leaving the fabric on the floor. Mingi's breath hitch and his lips parted. You leaned up as he dipped his head and met your lips, crushing against them softly, savoring the connection and the kiss. Your naked chest pressed against his own naked chest and his hands skimmed down your sides until he's gripping and pushing a thigh in between your legs, leaving your dripping cunt wide and open against his denim-clad thigh.

Your skin erupted into goosebumps and a soft moan slipped out of you when his lips connected to your throat and your teeth nipped playfully. A hand snaked downwards toward the growing erection pushing insistently against his jeans and Mingi growled into your skin as your palm pushed down slowly. The feel of that firm member, twitching beneath the constriction made your toes curl with the realization. You wanted that big dick in you now, wanted to get stretched open until you were stuffed to the brim with his cock.

But first things first.

With nimble fingers, you undid the front buckle, working on his belt and tugging the jean fabric down. The brush of Mingi's lips came off your throat and landed on the shell of your ear. His heavy breathing was a symphony. A sensational noise you'd wanted to hear.

"Damn, woman..." he husked and the roughness in his baritone made you shiver. "Need me that bad, don't you?"

"You were the one who said that you'd give it to me however I wanted," you said and felt the heat rush to your core as a pair of calloused hands clasped around your ass cheeks.

"I meant for ridin' horses," he was guiding your body backwards until your lower back hit the smooth surface of the bathroom counter and hoisted you up to sit on it. "And didn't imagine in my head that you'd make it dirty."

"That's what you say, cowboy," you placed a kiss to the edge of his mouth. The hands squeezing at your plush flesh was intoxicating.

His fingers slid upward along your sides, until those thick digits traced the curve of your waist and a single thumb reached up and brushed the edge of your supple breast. You're rewarded with a moan escaping your throat as his thumb found a hardened nub and twiddled, eliciting a string of heated moans as you closed your eyes in pleasure. You relished his touch as it moved back down to your thighs and he parted your legs, those talented fingers dipping low as the tips teased and pressed lightly at your sex. "So how do yah wanna get it, darlin'?"

"Surprise me," you replied, but Mingi didn't waste time as his strong, broad shoulders pried open your thighs. He gripped the fleshiness, fingertips digging as your stomach lurched in anticipation. What's he planning on doing? The cowboy dropped to his knees with a thud as you watched.

"Move backwards a little," he said in a gravely tone, not hesitating as you spread yourself before him, angling your body up and raising a leg over his shoulder to give the man better access. "Just relax and let me do my magic."

Watching the man on his knees, spreading you wide was such an erotic sight. His expression held lust and hunger and you felt a swell in your chest, aching to be touched and nibbled and licked at by Mingi's tongue. Then a palm presses to the inner-meaty of your thigh, nails softly digging.

His mouth is on you then, licking along the slit. The swipes tease and taunt you, making you throb for more attention. You want to fuck his face. How lovely and filthy a sight. That thick tongue swirling around the sensitive spot sends sparks to fly and dance throughout the room, soaking your inner folds. It's divine, indescribable even, what he's doing to you, and his skilled ministrations had your head falling back in bliss.

His thumb finds a pert nipple again and lightly grazes over it, massaging it slowly in small circles. There's a slight pressure as his middle finger travels between the inner lips, the cold feeling making you gasp and want to contract against his digits, wanting them deeper inside of you. "Holy shit, Mingi."

“Do you want me to keep going?” Mingi asked.

"Please," the word is more of a purr than a statement, and the sensation has you wrapping both thighs around his neck. The fingers curl and press right against that bundle of nerves, making your body erupt into a fit of moans. Then his mouth is back on your center, adding to the delicious teasing from his tongue and your toes are curling as you press the backs of your legs into him.

And you're lifting your body slightly upwards as if encouraging him further to work deeper into that spot. There's an almost growl emitting from him when you wiggle your hips and you swear there's a grin that appeared against your soaked sex. Mingi is fucking smirking, eating your juices like a damn meal.

“Gods, yes...” you moaned.

"Fucking delicious," he muttered against the folds, and when his other hand grips your ass to bring your pussy closer, you throw your head back and close your eyes, one hand gripping onto the counter top and the other finding a home in Mingi's dark hair. Your nails lightly tug at the locks, and you're rewarded with a groan against the hot, wet heat between your thighs.

"Shit, that's good," your walls clenched tighter around his fingers as he increased the pace. He works faster, sucking and nipping as the walls clamp down harder with each motion and sensation. There's a desperate tug now in your clit, pulling tighter. He's not only sending you spiraling closer and closer, he's edging you to your climax. "Fuck, that's perfect."

"Cum for me, darlin'. Cum on my mouth. It'll make my job that much easier." Mingi moans against your heat.

Oh, lord...

You shuddered and twitched as his fingers thrusting inside the pulsing, twitching sex made it harder to breathe and focus on his words. Your back arched in response and your body jerked violently in a trembling motion as that sensitive pearl continued to be manipulated by Mingi's experienced thumb, sliding slowly over the folds.

"That's it," he says softly and that's it, the coil bursts and unravels, flooding your whole system with relief and release. The tension evaporated. You came hard on Mingi's lips. So hard your walls clamped around his tongue and his digits as a few drops squirt out of your entrance and down your thighs, covering his wrist as he worked you through the orgasmic pleasure and high.

When the grip of your legs loosen and his arm retreats back to his side, you glance downwards and see the smirk forming on his lips. They glisten, plump and swollen from eating you out, but you reach a hand out and pull him towards your face and lock lips, your mouth finding his own, tasting the leftover mixture of his saliva and your nectar. A mixture which has you wanting to moan.

"We're not finished, cowboy," you whispered against his lips as you reached forward and gripped his now aching hard on in your hand, watching him squirm and writhe as his dick throbbed in response to your touch.

"Woman, I've been dying to be in since you rode that stallion." Mingi admitted.

You grinned. "Dying you say?"

"Fucking hard, and ready. Ready to be mounted by you," he grunted as you palmed the long length, applying the perfect amount of pressure to bring the cowboy pleasure. "Riding a stallion's one thing. Now you wanna ride something else."

Your heart stuttered in its beats as you replied with an answer. "Always."

Mingi chuckled, unlocking the door. "Let's save the rest for later, hmm? No point gettin' started on the main course, while the other guys are in the vicinity. Though I might wanna suggest taking this little show out of the bathroom next time, and doin' it in my bedroom, somewhere more private and quiet."

Your cheeks reddened and you bit back a tiny smile. "Maybe I'm okay with that. Being alone and having no prying eyes."

Mingi nodded, leaning in towards your mouth, grabbing the back of your head and tilting your chin up. He pecked a couple of small kisses to the edge of your lips, placing a finger along the top of your chin. "We have all week, darlin', don't worry. We have lots of time. Plus, I know exactly where to put a nice little hickey, so no one will see."

Hearing that and imagining that, made you shudder. You released a sigh as he kissed you, tasting remnants of your sweetness along the upper lip, his eyes twinkling. A single hand glided through your damp tresses and came up along your jawline as the kisses became deeper, exploring his mouth.

You could kiss him all night. But at the mention of 'week' it occurred to you that you'd spend every other night for the following seven days getting your fill of Mingi's dick. Couldn't have anything more perfect than that.

Mingi grinned.

And when he did, you melted.

Fuck the damn man-eater.

With your friends hiking the trails and Mingi tending to some of the work around the ranch, you find yourself somehow in his office trying to make some sense out of the paper mountain on his desk, after Seonghwa and San had warned about Mingi's flair for letting everything pile up for too long. You didn't mean to be in here, it's your vacation after all, but you needed a quiet place to escape to answer a few phone calls and emails.

When you stepped into the room with your tablet under your arm and some of your own work documents for reference and in search of a table, you didn't anticipate getting yourself involved and wrapped into Mingi's paperwork. Mingi found you in a flurry of folders and documents scattered across the office floor, filing cabinet drawers flung open as you frantically looked over receipts, trying to piece the puzzle together.

“Y/N, why are ya in here?” Mingi asked.

You raised your head and offered a sympathetic look. "Mingi, hi. I wanted to help."

“Ya know, you are a guest here. Ya didn't have to do that, none of this stuff, and my messy stack of papers ain't yer concern. You should be spending your vacation out riding horses with the others or soakin' in the hot springs,” Mingi said.

You bit your lower lip. "I couldn't stop looking, and it felt important. As an overworked accountant with absolutely no time for a social life, and therefore not dating anyone, and hence the reason I'm here for the week, this felt important. Maybe I could help."

Mingi watched carefully. "Help with what exactly?"

Your expression softened, though you tried to remain neutral. "Help with the muckstacks of financial records, the expense records, invoices and ledgers. I want to help."

"Look darlin', you don't have to," his hands pushed down on his jeans as he adjusted his stance. You wanted to look elsewhere, anywhere, at something besides the tight material pulling at Mingi's muscles and thighs and cock.

He had his full attention fixed on your face. It wasn't going to do you any good. There'd been enough interaction and temptation between the both of you as it was. "It's fine, just let me have a few moments and I'll take care of the mess later. Why are these files in so much disarray?"

He looked up in the air as if in deep thought. "These were put together and sorted by Jongho, one of the employees around the ranch and well, that guy's not good with math or anythin' related to the ranch's financial stuff."

You scanned around the cluttered office. "Well, at least his intentions were noble and I think we'll have some fun sorting this out later."

"Fun?" Mingi laughed.

You sighed. "All work and no play makes for a very, very dull girl. Besides, my friends are going to be gone for a while. And I might as well do something while they're gone hiking."

“Hiking? Why didn't ya go along?” Mingi asked.

"I prefer the company of the horses and other ranch activities," you said. "You can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl."

His grin had returned, lighting up his face. "They headed off with San and Wooyoung, or who knows, one or two more people might come down to help later. I'm guessing they'll be back around evening for some campfire activities."

"Guess that's something to look forward to," you said.

You brushed your thumb along the edge of the stack. A page had slid out and you picked it up, frowning at it.

"What is it?" Mingi asked.

"How has the ranch been doing financially? Your ranch has a nice reputation with its clientele and your reviews speak volume," you answered. "And yet these numbers, some of your expenditures here, show some discrepancies."

"A little money trouble," he answered with a shrug.

You furrowed your brow, turning to the calculator and scribbling some quick numbers, before jotting them down on a small notepad. Mingi is now hovering, watching you work as if mesmerized.

"Okay, these expenses are adding up, you've been a little irresponsible with some purchases but overall this should still leave your profits over what you're actually projected. So this money must have gone missing somewhere along the line, I'm guessing in payroll," you explained.

He's impressed.

"You can see that in such a quick manner and those pages I handed ya? No way..." He laughs then and you're taken aback. There's something boyish, gentle in the gesture and in that laugh. He's sexy, he's charming, and now this cowboy is full-on boyish and you find it undeniably alluring.

Damn it, you want him so bad.

You return his smile.

Mingi cleared his throat, a blush working up his neck and coloring his skin a dusty pink. "Darlin', you're amazing. S'much appreciated, and thank ya, i'd love your help."

"Of course," you replied and started sifting through the stack of papers, plucking some up here and there.

He had no clue as to why you'd even offer, when you were already taking time out of your vacation and then here you are doing his bookkeeping as well. "What made ya come on a week long horseback adventure in the first place?"

"I was persuaded by some of my friends," you responded. "They told me that they wanted me to tag along, that I needed to spend time away from my stressful and dead-end job. That I had spent too much time being a hermit and wanted to bring me on a nice trip to relax."

"No boyfriend to drag along or some such? A pretty thing like you not havin' someone special around makes me a little suspicious, honey. How many hearts have ya broken along the way with yer beauty?" Mingi asks.

You snorted and shook your head at the suggestion and shot him an incredulous look. "What about you, cowboy? Why don't you have a girl of your own, Mingi? I find that surprising. Seems like you would be scooping ladies up off the ground wherever you went."

He laughed. The sound is charming and a little intimidating. "Just haven't found a gal quite perfect for me. Guess I gotta be lookin' a little longer then."

You flashed him a half smile and went back to work, moving onto a small stack of receipts, jotting down things, calculating, and comparing numbers.

"Hey, mind if I stay in here a little while to watch you work? Yah know, keep you company and all," Mingi questioned.

You shook your head. "Don't bother me at all. I really appreciate the company."

So, as you began to scatter the papers all over the surface of the large table and organized a system, Mingi dropped himself down into a nearby chair and began observing your working and sorting, paying attention to what you were doing and trying to learn, much to your amusement.

Watching you at work was impressive as hell, and it didn't take you much time to notice the fact that his eyes never wandered. In fact, they seemed locked.

Mingi may not have been an educated guy, not in the books like you, but he was focused, you could tell. Mingi is driven. When he's on something, nothing comes between him and it until the job is complete. Right now, it's his ranch and what he wants. You have to admit, he's dedicated to what he wants, he wants his dream alive and well, and here you are.

At some point, you'd gotten lost in your numbers that you'd forgotten Mingi was there. Not until a large hand gently touched your backside.

"Why don't ya take a break from work and come outside with me," he'd suggested.

You're still startled from the small touch but not repulsed by it. A little tickled pink. "What for?"

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, horse ridin', feedin' the animals. I'll let ya hold the baby chickens if ya promise to not run away with one, steal it and smuggle it to the city."

You tried to control the laughter but you failed, letting the bubbling up come through. "That wouldn't be very bright, I live in an apartment."

"Guess not then," he said.

You let out a small stretch. "But you know what, how do I say no? I would love to go riding with you."

The corners of his lips curved up a bit as you set down your pencil. You glanced outside toward the setting sun. What the hell, a change of pace was going to be interesting. You stood up from the small office table, where you'd been organizing and taking stock of inventory. "Lead the way, Mr Song."

"O' course," he said and made sure you were behind him, to follow him to the stables. "After yah, Miss L/N."

You both headed out towards the barns to catch a few more hours of daylight. You weren't expecting the view, watching Mingi trot out of the stall on his own personal horse, leading another towards your direction.

Your breath hitched.

Okay, sure you told the girls that cowboys don't exactly look like the men in the magazine because you know cowboys, you've met your fair share of cowboys before. Dated a few even. The picture of the cowboys didn't even come close to how beautiful this man in front of you truly was. He's gorgeous, simply and utterly breathtaking and you couldn't look away if you tried.

“You still with us?” Mingi asked.

Hearing him say that and knowing he's still on earth with you brought a rush of heat to your cheeks. Oh fuck... "Um, yes. Sorry, spaced out for a moment there. It's the accounting."

He flashed you an easy grin. "Take a break from those numbers, darlin' and come along with me. No point in being surrounded by such paper piles when you have something better to look at right in front of you. Ya'll have all week."

You let out a laugh as you swung your legs over and mounted the horse. Once you're situated with your balance and grip on the reins, you begin leading the stallion on the outskirts and just outside the property where you're able to view the vast space surrounding the barn and the ranch.

Mingi let himself have a big wide smile. He watched as you expertly climbed on the back of the horse, positioning yourself and getting into the saddle and not missing a beat. Sure there were other women that would throw themselves at him during their stay at the ranch, but all those women only wanted him for the view. For the image of a hot cowboy with abs and the talent on the rodeo. But not this girl.

Not you.

You didn't come to the dude ranch just to make eye contact with him. You'd been riding the horses since a young age. You were the kind that liked nature and didn't wear high heels, didn't do anything extravagant or try to impress him with fancy and glamor. And that's the kind of woman that captured his attention, that could probably have him falling. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt for you. He was losing it, falling fast and there was absolutely no point in trying to stop it.

That was it for him. He was a damn goner. You were it.

“Darlin’?” Mingi called.

The wind pulled the words away, leaving you barely hearing what he's saying to you, and it's nice, so lovely, to hear his voice out here, where you're just enjoying nature and not buried into sheets of documents and numbers.

“Yeah, Mingi,” you replied.

“How 'bout a friendly race?” Mingi asked.

A friendly race. He's asking you for a challenge. You lifted your brow and the corners of your lips raised. With his horse he can have an unfair advantage. After all, you didn't expect him to come saddling out behind you with his own horse. A big grin appeared on his face, while he had your stomach dropping. His features looked rugged under that damn hat of his and he's just got that dangerous sort of glint in his dark eyes. You shivered with thoughts, all the wicked and filthy images coming to mind.

“I thought you might go easier on a guest of yours,” you said.

“But I never had a guest who knew her way around a horse,” Mingi replied.

"True," you replied, gripping the leather saddle beneath you, the old material coarse against your palms.

Mingi narrowed his eyes. "So? Do ya accept then? I got a price of some sort for ya if ya win."

Your eyes sparkled at the challenge and you took a deep breath, clearing your thoughts. Your attention returned to Mingi. "And what is that, if I win?"

He raised his chin up, licking the edge of his lower lip. "Name the reward then. Whadda you say? Come on darlin', lemme get an answer from yah. Put me out of my damn misery."

Your chest flutters at the last word and at that hopeful expression in Mingi's eyes. What could a nice race possibly give you as a prize? Anything would be worth it. "Okay, Mingi, if I win the race, you have to do something for me."

“Like?” Mingi asked.

You were both traveling slowly across the landscape, both keeping your respective horses on a short reign so as to not gallop away too quickly.

“An exclusive date with the handsome cowboy who owns the ranch,” you said.

You watched him swallow as you proposed the suggestion. "Just that then? I'm a lucky bastard, I'd be thrilled if I win. Then I'd get a date with a girl as pretty as you. Winning a kiss, holding your hand for a single day could be nice."

The warm flush works its way down your neck and settles below your throat. You shift in the saddle, watching his head as he turns to focus on the ranch and the landscape in front of you. A white cap has now settled itself and a tiny breeze drifted around you both.

"And you?" you asked, your gaze falling back toward him, observing how the horse moved beside yours, watching how he adjusted his hands against the leather bridle.

"And I what, darlin'?" he asked, leaning forward and you notice his upper arm muscle bulging from under his shirt sleeves. He's staring forward and now you can see a pair of gray-blue eyes focused.

“Well, what's your end of the bet? What is the prize to you?” you asked.

You.

You reached a river flowing gently across the landscape, watching the currents change with every slight turn of the horse you're sitting on top. Beside you, Mingi adjusts his hat on his head as he leaned back in the saddle.

"Guess ya won this one," he said quietly.

You pull the reins and lead the horse around, coming face to face with Mingi. The both of you had dismounted and led the horses to the riverside, giving them a moment to feed on the fresh grass. The stallion is kneeling down near Mingi's horse, tearing the green shoots up and chewing the sweet tender grass blades.

"Better luck next time, cowboy," you patted the horse. "Now, don't we have a little business we need to attend to?"

Mingi, red in the cheeks and feeling warm all over, nods. "Ya won."

“That means the winner gets her prize. How about right now? Just you and me,” you purred.

"Sweetheart, there's nothing but the river and these fields," he smirked and lifted his hands. "What do you plan on doing here?"

"Showing you a little something," you murmured, your fingers grasping the hem of your shirt. Mingi's eyes grow wider as he watches you lift off the white cotton shirt to reveal a pretty blue lace bralette.

"Let's finish what we started the night in the shower," you muttered as you dropped to your knees, your hands grasping the leather belt on the front of his jeans. "Is that okay? Don't you want me to?"

"I do, sweetheart. I do," Mingi let out. "But you deserve to be in the comforts of a bed, not out here on the grass. Are you sure?"

“Mingi, right now, on this field or in the middle of that cold shower, it doesn't matter,” you said. “Right here, just us, as long as we're together is where I want this.”

"Then so it'll be," he says with a smirk. He walks to his horse and pulls out a thin blanket from one of the side pouches, draping it over the ground. "I don't want you to get dirty, and the grass is prickly."

Your hands had undid his pants, freeing his thick length from the fabric confinements and watched as his cock had already started growing. The warmth of his hardness against your palm. "I bet you fucked plenty of girls out in the open if you had a blanket ready."

Mingi laughed, but there wasn't humor in it, as you began stroking up and down his shaft. "Not as many as you're thinkin' sweetheart. I only have it on the days I'm riding out at night and sleeping out under the stars."

"Yeah?" you muttered, dragging his pants further down his legs. You glanced back at him and he's now unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off.

"Yeah," Mingi answered, then stepped out of his jeans and tossed them on his boots. "Open up those pretty lips, darlin' and take me deep."

"You don't have to tell me twice," you grinned and inched closer to his crotch, guiding your tongue along his length.

Your soft wet tongue glides against his shaft. Mingi's not quite prepared and so you open wide as you suck him down, listening to him gasp when you bob down and back up again and begin sucking harder and harder, taking a few inches further in.

Your tongue swirled at the tip before you dove right back onto his thick cock, stretching your lips to accommodate his size, feeling him press back toward your throat and you swallow, letting it tickle down into your throat. He's already filling your mouth so well with just a taste.

"Good girl, just like that," he grunts and strokes your hair, using it as an anchor, tangling his fingers and weaving it through as you sucked his entire length. "Let me see those beautiful eyes."

And he's watching you now, his gorgeous brown eyes as they stay glued to your face, meeting his lusty gaze. That familiar hunger had come back, so intense, making you weak to the bones. You've been with plenty of men, plenty of cowboys, and none have ever had the same effect, have taken hold of you so fast like this.

"Such a filthy girl, your lips look amazing around my thick cock," Mingi is beautiful above you. His eyes shuttering close, his head falling back, lips parting in a groan.

When he opened his eyes again, they were darker. As he continues to rock in and out, he makes a low sound and places a large hand on the back of your head, his fingers digging in tight. He's pulsating in your mouth and you can feel his thickness throbbing, that thick head forcing its way back against your throat.

"Ah fuck. Darlin'... fuck, baby, that's good, too damn good," his voice groans.

You pull back, relaxing your throat and give yourself a moment of relief to catch your breath. You're using the opportunity to continue jerking and slicking your hand. Saliva and pre cum was spilling on your skin, creating a slippery friction.

You stared down at your hand, your fist moving in a pumping motion against Mingi's thick, wet cock. There's a bit more slickness at the tip, pre-cum dribbling down, running in a steady stream over his length. Mingi grasps your jaw. You have to tilt your head.

"Don't think you're done yet, pretty baby," Mingi reaches for the waistband of your shorts and pulls it down, then guides his fingers to slip inside of your panties and move them over.

"Fuck," Mingi muttered. He can feel the warm juices spilling out of your soaked and sticky slit. He plays at your entrance, just teasing it before slipping his finger into you. You clenched tight and he smiled down at you, moving in a quick circular motion and back out. His hands move to pull the lace down further, revealing his glistening wet fingers, that's coated with your essence. He smirks, his expression dripping with filth. He licks them.

"Darlin', there's something I gotta ask," Mingi's voice is deep and raw, filled with desire, and oh he can barely keep himself contained, wanting to dive into you and bring you to pleasure again. "Ever ridden a cowboy before?"

You rolled your eyes and smirked, biting down on your lower lip. "Maybe," you admitted, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Mm hmm," Mingi slid his pants the rest of the way off and took you by the wrist. He sits back on the blanket, his erection sticking up, angry and stiff, curving almost perfectly as he relaxes against the flannel material. He pats his thigh, a smirk working across his lips. "Come and mount me, cowgirl. Saddle on up."

With a smile, you position yourself over Mingi's thick cock, slowly sinking down inch by inch until you have the entirety of his shaft, stuffed inside. A delicious moan slipped out of you. It was just as full and stretched as it felt during the night at the shower. His girth split you and you're nearly shuddering with how the heat throbs between your legs. You're clenching against his thick length and it feels incredible. "Oh my god... Mingi, it's..."

"Gonna be a bouncy ride. Don't worry sweetheart, I'll hold you tight, trust me," he grinned at you, sliding his large hand across your ass cheek and grasping it, palming at the supple curve.

"Yessss..." you drawled out a moan and the moment you start moving, feeling him glide in and out of your slick passage. The ripples of pleasure began to ripple from the bottom of your toes and run all through. "Shit, you're gonna ruin me for anyone else. Mingi, god, this thick dick is gonna wreck me."

He licked his lower lip, thrusting up, pushing his hips and following you. "Feel good? Tell me, I wanna hear, tell me just how you feel, darlin'. Take all of this big fat cock you can get."

You leaned back, reaching your arms up to get a nice grip on Mingi's muscled shoulders. It was easy to steady your pace, his girth sinking into your warmth with his constant upward strokes. It was different, doing the motions in reverse, having a view of the man before you while still seeing his perfect cock slip in and out of you.

"This what ya needed, honey? Say my name," Mingi's voice is gruff and sultry, as you bounce your cunt against his cock, causing wet skin sounds that could be heard with every smack of his thighs meeting yours. His dark, piercing stare remained on you, focusing in, paying attention to the little details, especially every inch of exposed skin, everything that could send pleasure through your body.

"Fuck, it feels amazing," you whispered against his ear and sank your teeth on the skin of his earlobe. He grasped your ass and yanked you towards him, ramming his cock inside of you. "Yes, fuck, I love how good this is. It's going to ruin me, but damn, I don't even want it to stop."

A deep chuckle left his chest. His warm breath grazing the skin along the crook of your neck. "Ride this cock till you milk me for every drop. Use me for every inch you need. Whatever it is, whatever ya want, darlin', it's yours. You have control."

Mingi stroked your face with his free hand. Your soft warm pussy clenched against his shaft as you continued riding him. Mingi groaned, his fingers pressed into the flesh of your thigh. "Fuck, that's what you wanted all day, isn't it? Just the promise of my dick deep in you. Needed me to fill up your pussy, sweet baby."

You've fucked a cowboy or two, in your experience, but man none of them compared to Mingi. None have held a candle to how fucking thick his shaft is as it reaches every spot inside. Even your toys have nothing on the stretch that you're getting from the man currently beneath you. Mingi's dick felt amazing sliding deep, your cunt sensitive and tensing.

"Yes, yes. It's the only thing I've wanted," you told him. "Nothing better."

The corner of his lips tilted upwards, feeling a bit smug as he raised his knees and changed the angle. He's angling your movements now and it's hitting that glorious sweet spot with ease.

"This dick the best you've had, sweet girl?" He grunts in between breaths. His strong thighs rocking, grinding, driving his fat shaft. "Nobody else is gonna fuck you this good, hm? No way any other cock will be this thick or nice, make you feel like this."

He's taking your moans like a goddamn mantra of sweet noises. "Oh? What was that sweetheart? Come and lemme hear."

He pulled you flush with his body. Your cunt now kissing the base of Mingi's hard shaft.

"No one..." you managed to gasp out, breathless, and began working up the pace. Fucking him fast, feeling his thickness caress that special spot again. "Never.. felt this fucking good," your hands grabbed his hard pecs. "Oh fuck, Mingi!"

"Come on, baby, show me just how much ya love taking my fat cock," he grinned up at you, eyes bright and flashing with wicked gleams of light. "That's right, show me, sweet thing, c'mon. That's good, good fucking girl. Keep it like this and milk me til ya squeeze me dry. All the cum I've got for ya."

Hearing him talk was beyond hot. There is no doubt he has ruined you. Fuck any other guy. Mingi's the one you needed to be fucked by. Your hands found a grip on his solid muscular shoulders. Your pace never slowed down. Mingi was helping you out, setting the rhythmic beat, meeting the clap of your hips.

"Oh yes. I'll be your dirty girl, no matter the kind of request, no matter how nasty. As long as it's you giving me all the cock," you purred. "Fuck, no one will ever compare. Want this inside of me everyday."

“Such a greedy little thing,” Mingi chuckled.

"Fuck, cowboy, yeah just like that. Ruin me," you whispered, arching your back, bouncing down, harder, faster, allowing him deeper. "Make me addicted to this big fucking cowboy cock."

Your dirty, sexy words drove him crazy, feeling him turn wild underneath you. In a split second he's switched you both, rolling so he's on top now. Your legs fell open wider, letting his full weight down on top of you. He's starting a vicious and wicked pace, just drilling into your cunt, rough, strong, slamming the base against you. "What would your friends think, huh? Sweet pretty thing like you, enjoying such a dirty fuck. Laying under me with such a greedy wet pussy."

"Don't care," you grunted. "I only fucking want you."

"Are you on birth control, Y/N?" His voice came in a husky tone. He kept moving, pumping into your clenching heat.

"Yeah, yeah I am. Mingi," you whined, your grip firm on his arm.

"Good, beautiful. Been dreaming about coming inside, fillin' ya up all warm. Making you drip out all my seed. Damn it," his lips found your own. He was moving as close to you as possible, leaving little room for his hands. He kept fucking hard into your core. "How much of me can you handle?"

"All, everything. I'm begging you," you met his lips with more force, loving his kiss, hungry for the taste. You held on to his head, not breaking the touch as he moved and pumped harder.

“Hang on then, you're about to get a damn gusher,” Mingi warned.

A throaty moan leaves you, feeling that hot gushing warmth filling you up. There's so much cum, already slipping out as he continued fucking into you, drawing out every last drop. His body shuddering on top, your arms holding on, squeezing his large form and you were moaning from the intense pressure of your orgasm rippling through.

Your pussy is flooded with Mingi's cream as he gently drops his mouth on your neck and kisses and licks away, continuing to spill his seed deep inside of you and you both enjoy the mutual pleasures of your orgasms. You closed your eyes, rolling in ecstasy, your entire body becoming relaxed and tired.

"Thank you, sweet girl," Mingi dropped his forehead on yours, catching his breath and gradually calmed his thrusting. He was looking down at you with such a content face, sweat slicking his hair. "Let's get ya cleaned up and then head back to the ranch."

Your friends watched the whole scene unfold between you and Mingi riding back in on the horses as they waited for your return. Jinhee sees the small smile on your face from her position near the picnic table, setting up for some good old fashioned dinner style campfire. She let out a silent squeal, squeezing her hands tightly and grabbing Bora by the forearm. "Y/N and Mingi are riding back."

"She looks so happy," Bora replied. "I think she really missed the country lifestyle."

Hyemi nodded. "She looks at peace here. I've never seen her this happy ever since she joined the firm. She could finally enjoy herself."

"She's actually been relaxed for once in her life," Jinhee teased, resting the platter of hotdogs and meat onto the side of the table and taking a long gulp from her s'mores stick. "Not wound up and frazzled with all her paperwork she brings with her everywhere she goes."

"Uh, ladies," Hyemi began, moving closer towards the women.

You rode up along the pasture with the tall cowboy not too far behind. You tugged on the reins, bringing the mare to a slow walk and allowing Mingi and his steed to catch up.

"Nice race, pretty lady," he gave you a wink.

"Can't believe I beat you at a race. Are you really rusty?" You laughed.

“Maybe you were pretty damn distracting along the ride back to the stable,” Mingi replied. “Distracting enough to leave me speechless. You sure damn well know how to leave an impression.”

You turned and watched him climb off his stallion and steady his footing, throwing the straps over the wooden bar. Once he's secured the animal, he offered you a hand and helped pull you down off the saddle.

Your feet finally touch the ground. "Pretty good for a city girl, am I?"

"Ahhhh but you're a country girl, remember?" He winked.

"That I am," you laughed. You patted the horse. "I'm not ready for my friends' teasing. They saw us ride back in."

"So they saw me get my ass whipped. Oh well, what's a man's pride anyway when he's faced with a beauty like yourself," Mingi replied and let out a smile. "Hey, you did earn your reward darlin' and I'm a man who keeps his promises. Now go on. I think your friends are waitin'."

He kissed you on the cheek, a small, chaste brush against skin. He's left you breathless, staring after him and your knees feeling a little weak, all too aware of how hard he can kiss. It wasn't fair to turn on that charm at a moment like now.

The women all giggled, waving you over once you've headed towards them.

"So...were those rosy cheeks because of a nice ride on your horse? Or because of a certain tall, dark, and handsome someone you were with?" Jinhee questioned, eyeing you from head to toe.

You were a mess and you know it, covered in sweat from your horse ride with Mingi, still filled to the brim with adrenaline and some hormones.

"You're asking me the wrong questions, I'm too overwhelmed and heated from the sun," you joked.

Bora crossed her arms, frowning, not buying any of the bullshit. "Something is different. That sparkle, the glint, in your eyes says there's something more to that cowboy we met the first day we came."

"Pssssh," Hyemi pipped up. "Don't lie, Y/N, we saw the look on your face when you were riding back. You looked happy, more happy than I'd ever seen."

Your shoulders shrugged and your lips pursed, holding back the excitement and pure happiness wanting to pour through.

Hyemi went up behind you and clasped her hands together. "Oh come on, tell us more. Tell us anything, everything!"

You were not going to tell your friends about having gotten eaten out in the bathroom by Mingi or even have sex out in the open fields, but you could tell them about the racing bet.

You turned to them, facing the group as one. "Well, let's talk about that over some beer and dinner. I'm starved."

The sun set beyond the horizon and the glow illuminated the landscape. With the lantern lights, the campfires and the company, this is the most peaceful and happiest you've been in a long, long time.

The coolness of the evening washed over your skin and you felt free, carefree.

Not spending time worrying about money and expense statements for a single business, stressing and working non-stop every single week just to make ends meet. You're used to this, you've lived with the pressures of city life.

And being in this place? Back in the countryside and enjoying your old habits and life, brought you some type of solace and a level of contentment you never experienced.

The familiar crackle, pop of the fire as you sat around, snuggled in a quilt. The cold beer, the smores, and laughter. You breathed deep into the fresh air. It'd been so long since you'd seen so many stars in the sky. A couple nights in the city would yield nothing.

This was your heaven.

While the ladies gathered themselves and talked, you didn't feel a little lost on the side of the camp, looking up.

“Beautiful view, isn't it?” Mingi asked.

You jerked your neck in the direction of the sound. Mingi had sat next to you with a beer in hand and a curious look upon his features.

"It certainly is," you responded. "It's hard to look at the stars in the city. But this? Makes me not want to return."

He cocked his head to the side. "Surely this can't compare to your fancy job," he said.

Your shoulders raised. "Honestly? It isn't glamorous or exciting like the people might think. All I do is stare at numbers day in and day out and live for those paychecks. So the view here? Is something I missed about home."

"Ever thought about going back?" He questioned. "Thinking maybe that move was a mistake."

You let out a soft sigh. "Every single day. I'm thinking that I've made a huge mistake. Working in a place where I can be overworked and not paid what I'm really owed. I don't understand why I'm struggling in the first place, but I do know that there has to be a better option out there. But I wouldn't have met my friends if I didn't move to the city. But still, there are times when I want to go back."

He's so close to you, and in the darkness his eyes look like glitter, bright and reflecting the starlight.

You shook your head and broke out of the haze you were caught in. He leaned closer, closing in the distance and the gap between you. Your throat thickened as your skin pricked, an awareness washing over your body. His jaw works as he swallows hard and lets out a slow and hot, heavy breath. He wants, so badly, to press a sweet kiss to the corner of your lips. But he wouldn't dare ruin this, not with your friends just a few feet away.

"Then stay," Mingi murmured and lifted his head so his gaze could meet yours. The hand holding his beer shifted, and you could swear you saw his fingers move toward yours as a sweet offer. "Stay with us. I could use your help around the ranch, a woman with your skill could be the blessing I'm waiting for. Staying would give ya a chance to get out from beneath those numbers and back out here in the country. The ranch isn't far from the city so your friends could visit anytime."

The warm huff of his words breezes across your nose, and then it's his smell that surrounds you. His sweet musk and the deep earthy woodsy scent.

“You've been working on my papers so you already know how bad my books are. The ranch isn't thriving right now, not when I got these things just hangin' over me. But with a fresh pair of eyes? Maybe a new opportunity? I need your help, Y/N,” Mingi said. “In anything. Accounting, bookkeeping, the finances. Heck, if ya offered to help around the ranch, I wouldn't mind that either.”

You heard your friend's conversation still playing out, their soft, lilting laughter in the background. And Mingi's whispers as his mouth ghosted the curve of your ear. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he muttered as he leaned his head closer, his hand cupping the curve of your face, bringing your nose closer to his and leaving a short gap between your lips and his. His lips pressed against the soft pillow of yours, kissing it briefly and ever so softly.

The world faded away. All that's left is Mingi. And it's just his voice, his closeness and the way his breath touches you and ignites tiny sparks underneath your skin.

He inhaled, taking a sharp, small breath as his face inches nearer towards yours, noses nearly touching and lips barely grazing against each other, a ghost-like touch and heat, making you warm. You breathed in his musk scent, an intoxicating pull that pulled you to him. He kissed you again, soft, not seeking any kind of tongue, and you didn't dare try either.

A warm wave washed over you, this warmth of desire spreading through and the blood humming with the light contact of lips brushing lips, both pulling each other closer.

His mouth fit so perfectly against yours.

You broke away slowly and looked into Mingi's eyes, heavy lidded. Your forehead dropped to his shoulder and the soft chuckles vibrated through his chest, causing a ripple against you.

The beer was forgotten and you were only holding onto the blanket around you, you heard the hoots and hollers of your friends that jolted you out of the fantasy. That you had to snap back into reality. Your lips are on fire and there's still the warmth that he left with that sweet little touch, seared onto your skin and igniting every part of your body.

He had sat up straighter, away from you, watching from his peripheral view and knowing there were eyes trained on the pair of you. He coughed and started to drink his beer, but you've both lost that brief moment of privacy and connection you just had moments ago.

"Gonna think on it, darlin?" Mingi asked and reached over to grasp your hand and stroke a thumb over the knuckles, slow and intimate.

You couldn't breathe, and he chuckled and dropped his hand from yours. Mingi stood up and gave a brief smile, and a quick nod before tipping his cowboy hat at you. "Let me know." Then he walked towards Yunho and Seonghwa, who were eyeing him while drinking from their own bottles of beers, and slung his arms around both the ranch hands' necks. The three men laughed and walked back towards the direction of the stable.

Fuck you had it bad for Mingi. Badly. Like ridiculously fucking bad.

"Don't you even try to deny anything!" Bora pointed. "We all fucking saw that shit. You had heart eyes! Who the fuck are you and what have you done with our serious and strict workaholic friend who won't even allow herself time to enjoy the simpler life?"

"Was he a good kisser?" Jinhee asked, a genuine curiosity on her face.

"Yes," you mumble.

"Say that again? You're gonna have to speak up because even a mouse is quieter than you." Hyemi teased.

"For fuck's sake, yes he was a damn good kisser. Wouldn't you wanna be kissed by someone like him?" you let out a sigh of defeat.

Bora and Hyemi high five each other while Jinhee is cackling.

"She admitted it, pay up, girls," Hyemi held her hand out, awaiting a few large bills. She collected the money from Jinhee and Bora. "Didn't I tell you I called Y/N and her cowboy kiss?"

“Did you two do anything else? Anything kinkier than a sweet and chaste kiss?” Bora asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Uh.." you didn't know how much you should admit.

"Y/N, you dirty minx," Hyemi winked and slid a drink over your way. "But I won't press you, I just hope it was satisfying and worth your time."

You took a gulp and said, "It was more than satisfying."

"Well, well, well," Bora put her elbows on the table and leaned in, pressing her hands to her chin, resting her head against them. "What's gonna happen to our best friend?"

"Who knows," you sighed, allowing the cool crispness of the alcohol burn down your throat and calm your racing heart, wondering what would happen now. How did things progress further with a simple and brief touch of the lips? "Who the hell knows."

Mingi, Yunho, and Seonghwa wandered back up the pathway, walking towards the stable to call it a day and start to head inside to meet up with the other five men that were his ranch hands and friends.

Seonghwa had a big smirk plastered on his face, tossing his hand up and patting a hand against Mingi's shoulder blade, shaking his body. "Someone's got an itchin' for a certain lil lady."

Yunho was walking alongside, listening, giving Mingi a side eye.

Mingi put up a dismissive gesture, shrugging.

"My question is," Seonghwa started. "Is this about lust or love? Huh?"

"She's not mine to claim, Seonghwa, not just yet anyway." Mingi stopped to look up at the night sky, rubbing the back of his neck with the palm of his hand and taking off his hat. He brushed it along the curve of his leg, ridding himself of dirt before he returned it.

He heard some distant squeals and yells from the girls across the yard, coming closer. A beautiful night filled with beautiful memories. "A week isn't long enough to develop feelings for a pretty girl such as herself," he commented.

"Bullshit," Wooyoung groaned and his brows knit together. He swung a strong arm at Mingi's, cussing at the man who's got the bigger body structure. "All ya do is eat, sleep, and fuck. Those feelings don't exist?"

"She's different, okay? I can't explain why, I know this is very hard to believe considering I fuck around all the time. But Y/N? Man, she knows her way around a ranch, she knows business and books and that kinda stuff," Mingi breathed deep. His eyes followed as the group walked by. "She knows about the situation with the ranch and she offered to help with the papers when I never asked her to. No strings attached and she wanted to do it because she has a heart of gold and that kindness is why she decided to. It was just for fun but she is intelligent as fuck and knows her shit when it comes to numbers. Y/N could easily kick my ass if we were on even footing. Don't even question me man, she's special."

The girls continued to move around.

Mingi closed his eyes. "I'm not looking for another fling."

"Shit, is my pansy ass cowboy boss fallin' in love?" Jongho questioned and placed his palms on his chest, a loud groan. "Love makes you weak."

Mingi tried to shrug, a smile creeping to his lips. "Haven't ever thought of feeling this way until I met Y/N. Hell, I even asked her to stay longer."

"What?!" Yunho finally spoke, eyes wide and round as he looked over to his best friend.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingi replied. “And I wasn't kidding.”

"Are you stupid?! Have you lost your mind asking someone who's got their whole life planned back in the big city, to stay here with the likes of us? Living like this in the country,," Hongjoong raised his voice.

"You guys weren't there when she was talking about missing home. Missing her family's ranch and having that time out of the corporate bullshit she does day to day. She's lost, she knows she needs to leave but doesn't have a reason. Maybe Y/N stays for the ranch, maybe she'll stay for me," Mingi suggested, grinning. "What do I have to lose?"

"Your sanity. Everything you have is riding on that little city slicker," San joked.

"Look, you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl," Mingi interjected, laughing. He turned away from the others, walking toward his house. "Who knows, if this is about a one week fling, then fine. She goes and that'll be it. But Y/N stays a little longer and she fits right in here with us, then I'll be damned if I let her go back."

"Ya'll fucked, didn't ya?" Wooyoung commented, brows furrowed.

Mingi waved him off. "Piss off, you dickheads, leavin' ya to clean the mess in the stable and tuck the horses in for the night. Don't forget to give the chickens fresh water!"

Mingi kept a smile on his face, laughing when Seonghwa scoffed and he looked over his shoulders. "And go ahead and polish the stallion's boots because I'll be sure not to leave the stallion untied!"

San chuckled, mumbling. "That's what ya'll are..."

Mingi flung his hands back, his middle fingers up high, pointing both his fingers out for his group of friends. "I can hear ya, asshole!" He gave one final wave before stepping back into his house, calling for his dogs, and closing the door.

He rested against the wooden frame, leaning his head against the entryway. He couldn't get this week out of his mind.

He didn't expect any of these events to transpire. For a girl, for a woman, for you, to make him feel so strong and alive. Mingi can't wrap his mind around it, the fluttering feeling in his chest that made him weak in the knees, whenever he's with you.

He exhales sharply and tries to close his eyes and breathe. But this time, his fantasies of you come rushing forward. He can see your beautiful body spread bare underneath his gaze, head thrown back, naked chest flushed and panting. He can see it all with clarity, and his cock gets harder thinking about it. And it makes his heart pound faster, and Mingi wants you again, badly, so so badly, but for a completely different reason. It wasn't a physical thing, not anymore.

After those events between you and him happened, everything has changed. The need for him and wanting his body has transformed. Mingi knew that somehow you felt the same way. Maybe you're the girl for him.

Mingi's body yearns for a good night's rest and he is quick to start a shower. He quickly strips and takes a hot, soothing shower, allowing the steam and water to wash over his aching muscles and body.

But he cannot shake the urge to see you, his soul cries for you, so he peeks his head out of the shower curtain. His eyes dart quickly around for any sight of his boxers, but they're nowhere to be seen. He checked and rechecked his laundry basket. Nothing, empty, nada. Mingi saw that those boxers were nowhere to be found. "Sonofabitch." He was hoping, praying that his dogs haven't gotten ahold of his boxers. Because of the teasing that'll happen with those smartass guys that work with him and him having to deal with their non-stop joking comments, that's something that'll really irritate him for an entire week. He shook his head and grumbled, a habit he had picked up from Seonghwa.

Fuck it. He quickly finished up and scrubbed his body, smelling of a soft forestry scent, and grabbed his towel from a rack in the shower to wrap it around himself. Water dripped along the toned muscles of his chest, sliding along his abs, the indents that the towel molded to. Water dribbled from his dark wet locks, splashed against the shower and floor. He was so engrossed in drying off, his legs swinging wildly to a beat as he danced and shimmied while drying his lower half, that he didn't even notice you entering his bedroom.

"Oh my god, Mingi," you hastily turned away and put a hand over your eyes. You peeked through the crack of the two fingers holding over your eyelids and Mingi couldn't help but laugh.

"You're so shy all of sudden? This is the same woman who was bouncing up and down on my dick for the world to see outside?" Mingi snorts and continues drying off his body. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Couldn't sleep so I figured I'd help finish your paperwork, also-" you stopped. You almost blurted out that you missed the hell out of him and couldn't get him out of your mind but bit your lip and prevented yourself.

“What else? Your face is reddening up. What is it?” Mingi asked.

"Well, I, uhhh- " Your hands were clasping and wringing the hem of your pajama shirt, biting on your lower lip. The awkward silence between you was becoming so very obvious. And in the corner of your peripheral vision, you could see him shaking his head and scoffing, smirking as he reached for a pair of pajama bottoms and throwing the towel to the floor.

"If you want more, just say so." Mingi winked.

"Yeah?" you breathe. "You'll give me more?"

"Somethin' tells me that the bookkeeping stuff isn't what brought ya here in the first place." Mingi smiled as he pressed up against your body. Your chests colliding with his full and naked body. The rough texture and sturdiness of his body provides the support to your own body that is needed.

"Can we just lay in bed together instead?" You looked up with hopeful eyes and whispered against his collarbones.

"Now darlin', you don't gotta ask. If that's what makes ya happy." He threw himself on top of the covers of the bed. Gestured for you to come up beside him and welcomed the embrace with arms open, wrapping around your form. A tiny, perfect fit within his long frame. His muscular arms and legs trapping your smaller ones. You breathed a contented sigh. It felt perfect, being in his arms. "You're not gonna disappear in the morning are you?" Mingi asked.

You huffed a laugh, his fingers were stroking and kneading through your hair. "Not planning on going anywhere."

"Mmm…" his eyelids drooped as his thumb rubbed your scalp, melting into a warm state. "And if your girls are looking for you?"

"They can deal with me tomorrow. They're big girls. And I'm tired," you breathed against his bare shoulder.

"Yes ma'am. Do what you will. Although, I gotta say," he shifted, releasing your head to look at you, only for you to rest against the planes of his bare chest. You felt a few droplets of water trickle across your forehead. You both remained in comfortable silence. You heard his deep inhalation and felt his lungs expanding beneath your arms.

"This is something I'd wanna wake up to every day," he whispered and brushed some stray hairs away, his thumbs stroking your jaw, and pulling your chin up. Your lips pressed firmly against his soft, full and puffy ones. "I like you, darlin'. Real, real bad. So I'd love it if you stayed."

He pulled the blanket up, covering your shoulders. He turned to switch off his bedside lamp. And then, it was darkness that settled. Only your quiet breath could be heard, and the deep evenness of Mingi's that you matched.

"Thank you for the week, Mingi," you whispered and tipped your nose up, brushing against the soft sensitive skin under his chin, trailing soft kisses along the skin there. "Really."

Some Months Later

"Mingi...The girls are going to be here soon!" you whined as your back was plastered against the wall, arms wrapped around his neck and his legs caging you. There is the light flush of your cheeks. Lips, red and bruised. Mingi's cowboy hat placed crooked on your head.

"Don't care, baby, we have a few minutes before they're due," his raspy and growling voice had you pressing your knees closer together, fighting off a soft whimper.

"So...rude," you sighed heavily and crossed your arms, avoiding him. "At least give me time to catch my breath!"

"No, baby, want ya now," Mingi groaned out.

"God, you're fucking impatient!" you groan and giggle as his head bows and peppers soft kisses across your cheeks.

"Yer fault for looking so sexy wearing my clothes." Mingi muttered.

"It's only a t-shirt, it's comfortable, okay,” you retorted.

"Mmhm...and my hat," he whistles low. "Love seeing you wear that and nothing else."

"When my friends get here, you better behave," you warned him.

Mingi nodded eagerly, nuzzling the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your pulse and biting a mark. He wanted everyone to know you belonged to him. "Yes, ma'am. Do I ever disobey yer orders, darling?"

"Yes," you quickly responded. "So often and I hate it."

His large warm palms grazed up and down your thighs and squeezed a handful of your ass. "Now, what do you really want, darling?" He rolled his hips and gave his stiff erection a light press against the area where your thighs met, giving a sharp hiss at the contact and pressure.

"Okay. maybe, I like you disobedient," you moan. "But can we wait until later? They'll be here and I-"

"Seonghwa and the guys can help them out," Mingi nipped at your collarbone. "It's not like the girls haven't been on the ranch before."

"I guess, just a quickie, maybe?" you glance over the clock hanging near your hallway, time is running low.

"How much time do you think we got? Five minutes tops?" Mingi laughed.

"Maybe five, or less," you dropped your eyes. You just couldn't resist him. You never could.

Mingi smirked. "Have I told you how sexy you are and how I want you all the time?"

You kiss him softly. "At least a hundred times in the past week." You slipped a hand down his chest and dipped a finger into his pants. His hips jerked.

"Hey," you heard a voice and footsteps coming from the door. "Yunho wanted me to─Oh damn it," and Bora started coughing to hold back a laugh, eyeing the way you clung onto Mingi. She turned back away quickly, hollering at the others. "They're still fucking! Don't bother knocking! She can't be separated from him!"

"Sonofabitch," he groaned. "I guess not today."

"I told you we didn't have enough time!" you pull down your top and slide Mingi's hat from your head, placing it back. You roll your eyes and tussle your hands through his hair. "Behave, yeah?"

"Never," his hand is on your back and he walks with you out of the bedroom. "Baby?"

"Hmm?" you give him a quizzical look.

"I'm happy you decided to stay. This all means everything to me," he whispers softly and leans down, embracing you in a slow, tender kiss, dipping his cowboy hat at you with a wide smile once he pulls away. "Love you, darlin."

You giggled and patted his shoulders, smiling right up at him, "Love you too, sweetheart."

After another kiss, you and Mingi walked towards the others and watched as Wooyoung showed Jinhee how to feed a horse. Bora was eyeing San and asking him many questions while Seonghwa and Hyemi conversed amongst each other. Jongho and Hongjoong were busy attending to a few others who were also out for riding and your eyes fell to Yunho and Yeosang. They were busy showing other guests a couple things to make sure they were riding safely and had your brows furrowed.

As soon as Hyemi turned to her side and noticed Mingi and yourself, she rushed over with excitement, arms around you. "The ranch sure is growing fast, it's looking great here!"

"I still can't believe you decided to stay. All because of one cowboy man," Jinhee patted her hands against your arm and sighed. "But if you're happy, then I'm happy for you."

"We missed you!" Bora ran from her spot over to you and latched herself onto you, tightly gripping at you and her.

"Not too tight," you let out a small laugh. "I can barely breathe."

"Oh?" She pulled away with her brows raised, grinning widely.

"Well," your hands fell to Mingi's biceps, fingertips massaging the warm muscles. He hummed happily. "I was waiting to tell you the news."

"What news is it that you couldn't tell us over the phone?" Jinhee cocked a brow.

"Turns out," you looked up to Mingi, then glanced over at the other men around. "We're getting married and..."

You shared a brief look with Mingi. A happy gaze over one another, warmth growing. Mingi's smile broadened and the smile crinkled as his arm dropped and reached out for your stomach, feeling the smooth, tiny curve there. And the fingers that curled over your hip pulled you close, leaning his head down.

"Yeah," he breathes. "We got a new little rancher, ready to join our family."

"You're having a baby?!" Your girlfriends exclaimed in unison.

"I'm moving to the ranch now just so I can be here when the little one joins," Hyemi was hopping from foot to foot, giddy. "Do you have an extra room for me?"

“There's lots of rooms. Unless...maybe you're willing to bunk up,” Mingi said.

"I think Seonghwa's willing to bunk," you teased and gave a loud laugh.

Seonghwa lets out a laugh and comes over, his arm stretching around her, pulling Hyemi over his shoulders. His lids dropped in a lazy fashion. He let out a simple, yet attractive chuckle, "If the little lady wants."

Hyemi blinked. She gulped and slowly gave her approval with a gentle nod and her voice wavering slightly. "Yes please."

Seonghwa lets out a hissing laugh. And his expression softened, the usual blank look was washed from his face, making him look almost human and his lips quirk upwards as he gave her the friendliest smile anyone had seen on him. His brows wiggled. "I'd have you begging for me within a month."

"Excuse me, Mr. Park, you got your work cut out for you," she gives him a challenging smile. And Seonghwa tilts his head, curious at the cute remark. "Cause' I don't think you'd have to try."

Seonghwa wraps his arm around her lower back, pulling Hyemi tight against him. "I miss ya too, darlin'. Thought ya would never show yer cute face again."

You let out a laugh as you watched Hyemi's face turn rosy red in a flash and let out a squeak. You nod in her direction, your finger poking his chest and scrunch your nose playfully, "Have fun tonight, don't keep her out too late, mister. You have animals and people to take care of tomorrow."

Seonghwa smiled softly. "Yes, boss." He gives you a wink before guiding Hyemi back to his cabin, murmuring under his breath.

Mingi lifted you off the ground and gave you a twirl, followed by a long and affectionate kiss. Then his palms were splaying out across the slight protrusion in your abdomen, soothingly caressing his knuckles gently.

You saw the tender look that was on his face and your heart melted for him. His affection was so innocent and warm, and you wished he'd continue to look at you like this forever, every day, always, you were falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

Your hands gripped around his neck, fingertips curling through his dark locks. "I love you, Mingi, so much." You whisper.

Mingi set you down and he turned to see his friends smiling up at him. Yunho, Jongho and the other's were clapping softly. He was a proud father. Or, at least, soon-to-be-father and it wasn't going to change. This man and child are his and the love and adoration you give back to him is so special and Mingi's world is shining bright as you look right up at him and he would do absolutely everything for you to remain right in his arms like this.

He kissed your lips softly, chuckling softly before whispering against your mouth, "And I love you both, so fucking much, sweetheart."

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I lost my FP

As stupid as it may sounds, I want you back. I want us back. I want to be able to pull up to your house on random Friday night and get ready to spend the whole weekend under your sheets binge watching documentaries about how random things are made and smoking way too much weed for 2 ppl. I want to get up late in the morning, put on one of your shirt and head straight to the market to buy oily snacks for breakfast. I want to go on late night drive to nowhere and listen to rap musique whose lyrics I most of the time don’t get. I want to wake up next to you snoring out loud with your mouth wide open and the aircon from last night still switched on.

But I realized that this is over. We will never get to be again us like this. This era is long time dead. You’ve got a girlfriend now. And I don’t care about all the things that you’ve said to me, go be happy with her.

I cannot possibly spend the rest of my life chasing my FP. Ya’ll know he isn’t right for me, and I do know that too. He’s toxic. I was too at some point. And we we’re never meant to grow or last longer than this. So, I have to get things clear about the fact that there will be no coming back.

I have to stop forgiving and forgetting everything when it comes to that man. I need to have more of self-respect. Sure, this whole weekend thing sounded fun but what more? Exactly. That’s it.

Don’t forget the trauma. Don’t forget the times he didn’t commit. Don’t forget the broken promises, the dm in which he wasn’t supposed to be. The things he asked you to do. The times he would get angry over the dumbest shit. Why would you even love someone like him? You’re being delusional. Please.

It’s okay to feel like it’s going to be weird without him for now on, but it’s going to be just fine. Just like there was a before him, there will be an after. His life will go on without you and so do yours. You’re not going to regret this. You have to find out what’s up out there and the answer is simple, not him.

I know you don’t believe a word I say right now but you’re a strong girl. You’ve been through worst, and you’ll get through this as well. You don’t need a FP to know your worth. He doesn’t deserve any more tears. Let him go. This life is yours. Those dreams are yours to accomplish. Don’t rewrite your whole story based on him. Keep heading in your direction even if it means going opposite ways and never crossing path again. That’s life. There’s a time for everything and you’ve had the chance to experience this intense kind of love so get up and close the damn book now.

You don’t have to hate him. It’s okay to still feel like part of you still stick onto him or loves him. Feelings that dense won’t disappear over days. Take time to process them. Do you really wanted it to be any different? I don’t think so. It is exactly how it should be.

You deserve a guy who’ll take you on dates, open doors for you, come pick you up in front of your doorstep, gift you flowers or small things you mentioned liking, plan his weekend to come stay over, watch your type of shows on Netflix, pay for diner without asking you split the bill ! accompany you on social events that makes you nervous, read books with you, come pick you up after work to walk you back home, do random back massages even when you don’t ask for them, compliment you on your bad days, buy treats to your cat and kiss you passionately every time he gets the chance to do it, in public or not. Dance with you when there’s no music, bring you to his roof to look at the stars, won’t force you to get drunk or smoke every time you’ll finish fucking. Spend time just talking to you about the universe, on the phone or in person. Try to comb your hair or do skincare routine with you, try new baking recipe, and make a mess then clean it. Help you do your laundry or mount some furniture you just bought to freshen up the deco of your house.

You’ll get there eventually. Just hold on, as Adele would say.

#bpd vent #bpd fp #favourite person

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vortexbatt · 1 year ago

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Longer post today, wanted to introduce ya’ll to my OCs!!!

PLEASE DO NOT COMPARE MY OCS TO ANYTHING! Its very rude, and you shouldn’t do this to any artist!

Anton is an ant who runs a newspaper in Bug Village called “The Weekly Anthill” where he goes around the village taking informational interviews from all of the denizens of the villagers! He learns about what kind of bugs they are, what they do, etc!

This is Buster, the biggest beetle in town! As a Hercules beetle, he prides himself on being strong, and being Antons best buddy! He loves exploring, helping out his friends and learning about his fellow bugs!

Millie is the coolest red moth around! She loves riding around on her motorcycle and trying new things, promoting individuality and showing that you shouldn’t judge this kind bug by the spikes on her jacket!

Mitchell, Millie’s brother, is a grumpy caterpillar! He’s yet to sprout his wings and feels pretty angry about it. Usually very hesitant to try new things, he promotes the idea of thinking before making any rash decisions, but also promotes learning to let your tension go to have fun, and that not everyone is too keen on going out, but instead staying in and reading.

I’ll be having more posts about them coming along soon, of course there are plenty more buddies to learn about, so bear with me!! Here are some more fun pictures of the buddies! (Mostly just Anton and Buster lol)

#art #original character #oc #digital art #original art #bugs #bug character #original story

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omg yes to corey's nsfw alphabet!!!😭

I am in too deep, I am now obsessed with this man and everything he does - he is just so baby girl that I can't help it. I think I've watched the movie like 4 times by now

***Minor DNI please I beg you!!!***

Corey Cunningham NSFW Alphabet 🔞

GIF by wtchystuff

God, the way he looks at her??? Make me blush

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

So sweet! He tends to just collapse on top and hold you close. For like a good 10 minutes, he refuses to pull out. Honestly, he’s gonna try to convince you just to let him stay the night inside you. If you do convince him to get up, he is doing everything for you. Do not move a muscle sweetheart, he’s got it covered. Warm washcloth to clean you up, grabbing you a water bottle, carrying you to the shower where he will just hold you tight, then he’s whipping you up a snack in the kitchen. Anything for his baby <3 but yeah he’s gonna be glued to your hip right after. Ya’ll just did something very intimate and he needs to show you that he loves you so much.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him: Well, baby boy here is a little self-conscious because of his mother and him being constantly harassed by the people of Haddonfield - but after he meets Michael in the sewer, he feels powerful and strong now so he’ll probably be much more fond of his hands. His hands can protect you now! With his hands, he can eliminate any problem that comes between you and him. His hands are also the things that can make you feel good. He prides himself on his ability to make you melt and scream his name with how well he can handle you

On you: Literally everything. You are perfect in his eyes. But if you sat him down and forced him to choose one, he can’t, he at least can pick two.

Your mouth - it’s cheesy but he just dies when you smile, especially at him. He will do anything to see you smile. He loves your laugh and how it fills the air, it’s like music that he wants on repeat. You give him kisses. Your lips are so soft and he always has this need to lean down and connect yours to his. It’s like heaven! With your mouth you tell him all the things he dreams about: “I love you, Corey” “You make me happy, Corey” “You’re such a good boy, Corey” “You feel so good, Corey”

Thighs? Thighs. It doesn’t matter if they are big or small, bare or tattooed, or if there’s one or two - this man is in love with them. Always wants his hand on them! He wants them wrapped around his thighs, his waist, his head - they are just the perfect place to grab and use to manhandle tf outta you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Thiccc stuff is coming outta him, so watch out, clean up is very important after this man. He eats clean and showers regularly so he does not taste bad at all, so no need to worry about that acid battery cum. He prefers to cum inside but if he can’t//you’re not feeling it tonight, his runner-ups are on the thighs, tummy, and just maybe the chest. When it comes to you going down though, he tries to be gentlemanly and cum in his hand but always finishes with the thought of his mess dripping from the softness of your lips. Will pass out if you swallow and will probably fall a little more in love with you <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

So absolutely terrified to tell you but he’s had fantasies of taking his knife and carving his name in the plush of your thigh. While the hickeys and bruises are a good way to deter nuisances from trying to get between you and him, the idea of having his name scaring into your beautiful skin for all eternity sends a violent shiver up his spine. It’s a thought that instantly makes him feel guilty for even having but his mind can’t help but drift to it when you wear those cute little sleep shorts around the house. Your legs look like the perfect canvas for the crimson swirls of the letters that spell out his ownership of you. Of course, he would let you carve your name in him - hell he’d have you scrawl your name loud and proud on the expanse of his chest

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before the incident with the kid, sure he went on a date or two but he never made it past first base. After that kid, he didn’t have any game, no one would even look at him - until you! You are his first, and god damn it, you are gonna be his last and he will make sure of that. He’s definitely watched porn but he knows that’s not really how it goes, you have to guide him the first time even if you’re a virgin too, he would be way too scared to mess up to even try anything without your explicit permission. His baseline knowledge is this: make you feel good and wear a condom

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl/cowboy, missionary, the butterfly, spooning, the lotus, and sometimes doggy - honestly this man just needs to hold you in some way and see your face when you fall apart

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Will try to be serious because he thinks that’s what he needs to be but can’t help himself but nervously chuckle whenever your teeth clash or one of you makes a weird noise. Laugh with him, it’ll make him feel better! Once he’s in his comfort zone, he can have some humor with it. Will wiggle his eyebrows and even give you a raspberry when you least expect it - once he feels safe with you, he has no problem letting go and just enjoying spicy time with you. If hes had a bad day - now that’s a different story, there are no jokes, no chuckles, no nothing - he’s on the attack and he’s intense tbh

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Has a snail trail that goes from the bottom of his belly button to the super cute patch of curly brown hair. He doesn’t shave but will landscape cause he wants to look nice for you. Whatever you say, he will do. If you really want him bare, he’ll do it. He does not expect you to shave, nor does he want to force you to do anything. He probably prefers if you just trim like he does, just so it’s not all crazy, but again, he really doesn’t mind what you do

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

King of intimacy - no one will ever treat you better, babe. Will wine and dine you, get you flowers - the whole works. But for basic stuff, he makes sure to hold your hand, press his forehead to yours, say the sweetest, most toe-curling things, and will absolutely just pamper you with love and pleasure. He adores you and has no problem showing you in the bedroom.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh? I can’t imagine him masturbating often, even before you. I feel like he would do it like 1-2 times a week. Before ya’ll were even together, he did jerk off to a photo he found of you on social media and felt HORRIBLE after, he refused to even look at you for like two weeks to the point that you thought he didn’t like you anymore. He felt like such a creep for thinking about you like that, he felt dirty. Little does he know you did the same thing lol. After ya’ll get together, he really doesn’t see a reason to want to, he has you now! But sometimes you aren’t around when he gets himself all worked up and excited so he decides to let off some steam. He can’t jerk off without something of yours though, so that’s a new problem. His go-to’s are: the pillow you usually use, your shirt, and your underwear. He's gross but he's cute so it balances out

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise (both ways)

Oral (giving)

Hair-pulling (receiving)

Biting//marking (both ways)

Blood//knife (both ways) → it takes him a long time to admit this one

Period sex (For my afab!babes) → same thing as blood kink - doesn’t think about it ill it happens

Light bondage (Both ways) → soft ropes, handcuffs, etc.

Dry humping // thigh riding (both ways)

Light spanking (both ways) → very cautious with this one, used for special occasions

Breeding → doesn't actually want to get you pregnant (if you can get pregnant)

Somnophilia (both ways) → Another dirty secret one, doesn’t act on it but wants to try one day

Body worship (both ways)

Cockwarming → if he could, he’d never leave

Predator/Prey play → What’s more thrilling than chasing you? It’s like he’s hunting a victim but he gets to make you feel good rather than kill you. Usually this kink comes out to play when he’s been pent up or frustrated

L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

The bedroom is definitely his number one spot - it’s comfy, it’s safe, and it’s practical. He can also be happy with the couch, the wall, or the kitchen table - it’s mostly about just being in the safety of the house, he doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing you. Maybe, just maybe if you live where your neighbors aren’t that close by and you have a space of land that can hide you both like a forest will he think about outdoor sex

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Domestic bliss - if you cook him dinner, if you take a shower with him, if you do laundry together, he gets a boner in his heart which leads to a boner in his pants lol. He loves just being a “normal” couple with you, he’s such a sap honestly. Lingerie will get him going too, if you put in the effort to put on sexy clothes, he melts. But tbh, you can be wearing the bummiest clothes possible (stains and rips galore) and we will still be backing you up into the wall for a make-out session. Killing also gets his motor revving - the adrenaline from chasing down a victim and ending them really just gets him going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Besides blood, no bodily fluids

No ddlg//ddlb//daddy stuff

No degradation//No humiliation - that goes for either party, he refuses to call you anything negative and his heart would break if you called him mean names.

No boundary-pushing without communication - he’s not afraid to experiment but not when you don’t talk about it first

NO SHARING - nope, no way is he going to let anyone else touch you

No slapping - can do spanking but cannot fathom hitting you in the face and hopes you don’t want to hit him either

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. Period. He loves to go down on you - morning, night, or day, he does not care, he can and will get on his knees in a heartbeat. He started off very sloppy but was overall enthusiastic when he was first learning. But now? Godly at his skills. He learned exactly what makes you squirm and twitch. His record for making you come is a minute and thirty-eight seconds. He can do it standing up, sitting down, laying on the bed, you sitting on his face, mans can probably even do it upside down - he’s just that excited about it. While he loves when you go down on him, he doesn’t ask for it too often. But, he will always accept it with gratefulness. Please suck this man off more, he deserves it for his service

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Loves to make love - a slow, sensual pace because he wants to treat you right. Sweet and gentle a lot of the time and he’s especially soft and slow when it comes to events like Valentine’s Day, Anniversaries, Birthdays, and really just any day he’s overwhelmed with just how much love he has for you. He wants to show you that he cares, that he wants to keep you protected, and overall wants to show you how wonderful you are to him by giving you pleasure all sweet like. But as the lovely switch he is, that button gets flipped often. While he still wants to show you he loves you through action, he won’t treat you like glass. He’s not afraid to manhandle you this way and that. Sometimes, he gets so excited that he just jackhammers in, grinding hips to hips, and just gripping you tight to rock you back onto him. The pace is quick and I'd say mildly rough - like not a brutal pace but enough that just makes you feel the force he’s putting in. When he’s in the second mood, usually that’s when he’s hauling you up on the countertop, against the wall, or folding you over the arm of the couch. However, in the end, he is so willing to accommodate you - whatever you say, he’ll do. Slower, faster, harder, softer - you say the word and he is eager to fulfill your every wish

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan - he adores taking time to show you love and affection. He values that special time with you when he feels free to be vulnerable. Because physical touch is one of his biggest love languages, you already have sex quite often. But again, he’s a giver so if you ask, your wish is his command and he will deliver. And deliver he can, he can get you where you need to be in a scarily quick time so if you really, really, really need to blow some steam fast, he is most certainly the man to ask. It’s not gonna be a common occurrence though, you get one per month. Warning though, if he can’t take his time taking you apart piece by piece and putting you back together, he’s just gonna be a twitchy, leg-bouncing, agitated mess the rest of the day. He feels unfulfilled and like he left a job half done. While a quickie is supposed to be quick, he still needs that aftercare period to be reassured that you love him and that you’re assured that he loves you - being left right after finishing would probably destroy him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not afraid of experimenting, he wants to explore anything that makes you and him feel good! As long as there is communication and boundary setting, he is really to dive into the world of new experiences. The riskiest thing he's probably ever done nicked your thigh with a knife, it was so light, you barely even felt it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

When you start sleeping together, he comes way too fast - like the second you touch him, he’s shaking and creaming the inside of his pants. It’s cute but he’s embarrassed. But as time goes on this man’s stamina becomes ungodly to the point you are begging him to finish because you are so overstimulated.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not at first - honestly, he was insecure the first time you brought up the idea of using toys. He immediately felt like you were saying he wasn’t enough and that he couldn’t make you feel good enough. Not to worry, one healthy conversation and a lot of questions later, he has learned a very important lesson: toys are friends, not enemies. You experimented and overall he’s found out he does like to use a cock ring or vibrator on himself occasionally (on special occasions or when he really just has the itch to use them) but overall, you are the star of the toy show. He enjoys using vibrators on you - if it makes you feel that good, it’s definitely a tool he stocks up on - different sizes, speeds, settings, the works. However, he prefers to keep toy time on the back burner - not for every session. He still has a bit of an ego where he wants to bring you to that little death with his hands, mouth, and dick - it just makes him feel better

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will definitely tease you, but not really like normal. Like he will give you little touches here and there throughout the day and will playfully pull away when you go in for a kiss. He’s like a schoolboy - giggling and running away when he does something mischievous like pinch your butt while you’re doing the dishes. In the bedroom, I can see him still teasing you lightly, especially by being a brat while dirty talking → “What do you want? You have to tell me.” “What was that baby? Speak up!” “You’re so cute when you’re all worked up!” He is capable of edging you, but not for long because it’s basically torture for himself, and he can't stand not cumming. On the flip side, it’s so easy to tease him, a sultry glance from across the room and he’s a bright red, sweating mess. If you truly want to make him a wriggling, pathetic mess - tie his arms to the bed and tell him he’s only allowed to look while you play with yourself. He will break down into tears because he wants to touch you, he has to touch you, he’ll die if he can’t. A crybaby through and through. He’s so pretty when he cries, but have mercy please

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud loud loud - he is a crybaby. He whines and whimpers and moans so sweetly, like music to the ears. Always tries to hold back the noise but the more ya’ll go, the louder he gets. He can get louder than you most of the time. When he’s feeling a little aggressive, those grunts and growls still have their volume. His pants make him sound like he’s just run a 10k in 10 minutes. No matter what mood he’s in, his voice will crackle and break while he’s telling you the most deprived, disgustingly delightful things and thrusting his hips to emphasize every. little. word.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sometimes during it, he looks down (or up!) at you and just becomes entranced with how ethereal you are. The way your face is clenched in the throws of passion, how your hands reach desperately to grasp any inch of his body, and the euphoric sounds that leave your kiss-bruised lips - every little thing just captures his attention to the point that he just stops. He physically stops moving in order to just marvel at your beauty and he just becomes overwhelmed with gratefulness and love that he can't help but hold your head in his hands and just stare. “You are so beautiful, do you know that? Can you even fathom how lovely you are to me?”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I already wrote this but I am happy to say it again → he’s 6 inches hard, thicker at the bottom, and has a small curve upward. Not very veiny but the tip is the prettiest shade of dark blush

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

A very healthy amount of yearning, probably a little higher than average but it doesn’t show. He can get hot and bothered easily, but he can understand that everything has a time and place. Because of his dislike for quickies, he expects sex to happen in the afternoon or nighttime. Of course, he can't pass up some tender, early morning loving on a Saturday when you have all the time in the world to just enjoy each other’s company. That doesn’t mean he expects sex from you, no not at all, he just understands ya’lls schedules tend to make it so you’re both together towards the end of the day. Boo work and school I wanna lay in bed with Corey all day

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He refuses to shut his eyes for a minute until he knows that you are comfortable, safe, and feel loved. Aftercare is so important that no matter how hard he goes, it’s like a second wind. Of course, that is if you can get him to pull out of you first lol, he does love cockwarming. After his typical routine of cleaning you both up, getting water, etc. He’s wrapping you up all snugly in his arms until you fall asleep together. If it’s a situation where you can’t sleep afterward, he’s relaxed but not sleepy so don’t worry about him passing out at a party or dinner

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #slasher x reader #gender netural #halloween ends #halloween movie #smut alphabet #corey cunningham headcanons

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