the concept of fem!cowbybrid!reader x bull hybrid!ateez.
a/n: idk how this happened. I got high and wrote this all in one sitting last night. lmk who you think I was thinking about while writing it… I gave a big hint tbh LMAOOOOO
warnings: smut, mdni18+, NO SPECIFIC MEMBERS MENTIONED!! CHOOSE YOUR OWN!! fem masturbation, sex toys, perversion, testosterone-headed bulls idk, mentions of breeding, peeping tom/voyeurism, brief lactation. everyone is just freaked out omfg... let me join? 🥺
also have y'all seen the videos on catching print?? lol they kill me but the thought of staring at sexy prints inspired part of it HAHAHA.
You were a fresh and new show heifer, brought in from another farm that was the victim of a wildfire. Not much was said about your new farm aside from the fact that this was mainly for show bulls and not heifers, but you were still heavily surprised and intimidated when you got there and found out you were, in fact, the only heifer.
You stick to the stable hand's side as much as you can while you adapted to this new area, eventually getting more comfortable to venture off on your own. A little too comfortable, it seems, as you happen to stumble upon the bullpen all by yourself.
Testosterone burned through the air, almost as if it had seeped into the very core of the dark oak walls and out into the atmosphere. You watched with wide eyes as two bulls attempted to tackle one another, shirtless forms rustling in the dirt.
Seeing how their muscles rippled had you entranced; you were never able to see bulls up close like this, at your old farm or even at shows. It was a precaution for you heifers, you had assumed. Briefly, you remember your old stablemate, Lana, telling you horror stories of bulls taking advantage of show heifers, and to stay far, far away from any of them.
"They're nasty brutes!" she exclaimed, cupping your soft cheeks. "Promise me you'll never get near any bull, lord knows how they'll love to taint a pretty lil flower like yours."
A brief wave of sadness washes over you as you remember the girl; however, a sudden shiver takes you out of your head and back to reality, where you're met with the sight of two sharp eyes staring into your own.
Your ears pin and all the hairs on your body rise at the heavy feeling of the gaze. You were unable to move as his gaze raked down your form, then back up, your own eyes shifting down to his lips as a low whistle breezes through them.
That seemed to catch the attention of the roughhousers as they stop to look at the other bull, only for him to nod his head in your direction. The sudden feeling of 3 bulls' sights on you had dread dropping low in your stomach, although a warm flush began blooming alongside it. Subconsciously, you shift in your spot and your tail flicks behind you, feeling your pussy and brain suddenly be very responsive to the hormones flowing through the air.
They can sense it too, you assume, as you can practically see the air puffing out of their noses, gazes getting hungrier by the second. Your eyes shift to look back at the forms of the two shirtless men and take notice of something, well... things, now evident.
Things being the prints of their undoubtedly hard and big cocks. Shifting your eyes between them, mortification and curiosity nips at your chest, only for the latter to take control when your eyes land back on the sharp-eyed bull. He cocks a polished brow amusedly as he gestures his head down, a silent command to do as you had done with the other two.
Dumbly, you do as he says and your eyes blink once, twice, even a third time as you take in the print of his erect cock, struggling against the confines of his sand-ridden denim pants. He had to be the biggest of the three, and that was being generous.
The feeling of something warm cascading down your leg makes you recoil, mortification suddenly rooting itself back into your chest. There was no way you were leaking so easily, and in front of bulls, nonetheless. You curse yourself for forgoing panties this morning, opting for a linen babydoll dress to combat the unforgiving country heat.
You needed to get away, lest these bulls take wind of your arousal and pounce, so you turn and run, far from them and back into the safe space that is your barn.
Luckily, the rest of your day passes as smooth as it could be, the occasional thought of the bulls pulling a hefty shiver out of you. It was as if the images of them were burned into the backs of your eyelids, flashes of rippling muscle and hard cocks invading your mind the moment you rested your eyes for a bit too long.
Unfortunately, your body hadn't forgotten either, as your pussy wept constantly, causing you to put on a pair of panties, even changing them out once due to the amount of slick that was coming out.
Heaving out a sigh, you decide to call it an early night, too jumpy and erratic to sit still near anyone much longer. As you make the trek to your solitary barn, a shiver passes through you, causing you to halt for just a second. Your tail flicks back and forth and your ears pin in apprehension as a feeling reminiscent of the one you had earlier bubbles up. Suddenly, you feel as if someone was watching you.
Looking around as best you could in the near-fully set night, no figures nor shadows could be seen, so you continue on, convincing yourself it's just the heat playin tricks on your poor mind.
Deciding to forgo a normal indulgent bath, you hop in the shower just to get a quick rinse down before moisturizing and hopping into your luscious bed. Being a show heifer had its perks, such as being pampered with solo living spaces and treated like royalty by workers. You couldn't imagine the hell it would be to share one space like the bulls do.
The bulls.
Your mind drifts back to your earlier encounter and flashes of them flood your now closed eyelids. Feeling yourself begin to leak all over again, you let out a huff, propping yourself onto your elbows and looking around your candlelit room, eventually landing on a discreet box, set neatly under your vanity.
It was no secret what box that was, considering it was the farm that provided the items. Still, your heart raced as you went to pull it out, settling on the floor as the top opened. The sight of multiple dildos and vibrators greets you, all varying in size. You study them all, contemplating which ones to use, until a flash of sharp eyes and a heavy cock penetrates your brain. This seems to help you make up your mind as you make a quick grab of the biggest dildo and a pink bullet vibrator, adorned with a star on top.
You settle yourself back onto your bed, hiking up your nightdress in the process. Thanking yourself for foregoing panties this time, a moan of satisfaction echoes against the walls as you switch the vibe on, pressing it lightly against your already sensitive clit.
Bucking your hips against the toy, you allow yourself to indulge, imagining yourself rubbing against the bull's cock, trying to coerce it inside. The thought alone is enough to bring you to the brink of an orgasm quickly, only for the vibrator to shut off at the last moment.
A whine bubbles up and out of your throat as the buildup for your orgasm slowly ebbs away, replaced by an even more incessant hunger. Reaching over, you grab the silicone cock and feel your mouth water at the sight. Man, what you would do to have your mouth and pussy be filled, maybe those two bulls roughhousing would do the trick—no, not right now, you reprimand yourself and get back to the task at hand.
Shaking off any stray thoughts, your legs spread further as you slick up the toy with your essence, pressing forward once you think it's been coated sufficiently. A loud moan reverberates through the room as the toy rubs against your sensitive walls, and god, you're so grateful to be alone. Your tail thrashes beneath you as you push the toy to the hilt, satisfaction flowing through your veins at finally being filled.
You waste no time and set a quick pace, driving the toy in and out of your leaking cunt mercilessly. Your mind wanders once more, and suddenly it's not a toy fucking you, it's the sharp-eyed bull from earlier. You imagine him holding you down in a mating press, unable to move as he bullies his fat cock into your womb, using you for his pleasure. Albeit you haven't heard his voice, you imagine him telling you how he's going to breed you, fill you up with his seed nonstop until you're swollen with his fucking calf.
Your previously denied orgasm approaches once more, but this time you let yourself ride it out, hips and tail thrashing around as your cunt slobbers against the toy. You don't stop, he wouldn't have stopped, you reason with yourself, so you continue to push the toy in and out of your pussy, whining and crying as overstimulation burns through your veins.
"That's right, fuckin' take it.. This is what you're meant for, ain't it, darlin'? Made for takin' my cock.."
You could practically feel the bruising grip of his hands on you, holding you down as he drives his hips into yours, the wet squelch of your release amplifying the sounds you were making. A second orgasm approaches just as quickly as the first, and suddenly, white-hot pleasure shoots through your veins, nearly causing you to black out for a second.
You take a deep breath, regulating yourself before shifting slightly, feeling the toy partially slide out, along with more of your slick. Taking in the scene before you, you're shocked completely still at the sight of your tits, better yet your leaking tits.
Fucking yourself so hard you began to leak? That's a first.
A tentative hand reaches up and gives a tit a small squeeze, and you watch as more just dribbles out and down your stomach. You can feel your pussy clench with interest and immediately shake it off, moving to pull the toy out and set it on your nightstand, along with the vibrator. Your body was spent enough; you'll just have to ask a stablehand about it tomorrow morning.
Too tired to properly clean yourself, you simply blow the candle on your nightstand out before turning over and tucking yourself into the covers, falling into a quick slumber.
In the dead of the night, none other than the sharp-eyed bull stands on the other side of your studio barn, watching the scene unfold before his eyes. The sight of your pretty cunt and listening to your pretty moans had him rock hard, rutting against his palm to ease the pressure.
What he would give to just burst through the barn doors and give you the lovin', no, the fuckin' you deserve. Fill you with his seed and watch as you cum and leak milk all over. For now, he guesses he gotta be grateful you got put in this old barn, the cracks of the worn wood giving him the perfect view of anything you did.
When you pull the toy out, he watches on hungrily as your sweet cream leaks out of your pussy, a small gape accompanying it from how stretched your pussy was; subconsciously we allows him self to feel smug, because he knows he'll stretch you out even more on his own cock.
Once your barn grows dark, he finally allows himself to step away from the door and back to his own barn, where he spares no detail recounting his escapade to the other males. He eventually retires to his room only to jerk his cock off to the thought of your tight cunt milking him.
If one thing was for sure, you were gonna be their pretty little heifer, their flower, to take apart and rebuild time and time again, just you wait pretty girl.
pairing: husband!seonghwa x wife!reader
synopsis: seonghwa catches you doing laundry.
cw: smut mdni!, unprotected p in v sex, uncomfortability during intimacy (but hwa is a good husband and stops immediately and they talk about it), fingering, dirty talk, cursing, seonghwa is kinda dom in this, but it's still pretty vanilla.
wc: 2.9k
a/n: this in no way portrays seonghwa irl, just a fictional scenario in my tiny human brain that i want to share with the internet. also let's pretend the dryer is the right height for the activities that ensue lol.
“Oh, come oooonnn!”
It felt like the black no-show sock was mocking you, curled up into itself at the base of the top loading washing machine you had begged Seonghwa for.
“I just think a front loading one would be more efficient,” he had said. To which you disagreed because you didn't want to have to deal with how easily mold would grow on the door. Cleaning it would only add another task to the never ending list of chores. Another thing you would have to keep up with, and if you're being honest that might be the one thing that launches you into psychosis.
The thought of him turning out to be right after making a big fuss makes you all the more determined. You pull yourself up using all the strength in your arms and bend your torso over the washing machine, letting your feet dangle off the floor.
You're finally close enough to the sock where you can snatch it up between your pointer and middle finger.
“Ha! Got you, you little bastard- hey!” A firm strike to your ass cuts your victory shout short and makes the damn sock fall back to the bottom again.
You turn your head over your shoulder with a glare already aimed at your husband and blow the strands of hair across your eyes out of your face, “The hell?!”
Seonghwa’s hand is still resting on the ass cheek he slapped, but rubbing it to soothe the sting he left.
“You expect me to see your cute butt in the air while you’re bent over the side of the washing machine, the one you so badly wanted by the way, and not give it attention?” He asks through a laugh.
“Sorry for thinking you had a modicum of self restraint.” You counter while beginning your descent back to the ground, but halted by your husband's hands on your hips, keeping you folding over the edge of the machine.
“Hwa,” you breathed out, throwing out your arms to grip either side of the edge to keep from toppling head-first into the basin. “What are you doing?”
He hums as he gives your hips a strong squeeze, sliding his hands down to your exposed outer thighs in your lounge shorts and giving a squeeze there too, “We’ve fucked in pretty much every room in this house, every surface too. But not in here yet…”
“On the washing machine? You're such a freak, I-” the feeling of long, delicate fingers playing with the edge of your shorts at the back stops you from finishing that sentence.
“I was thinking about the laundry room in general, but I’ll never turn down a request from you, wife.”
You focus on the path his finger ran, along your back right underneath the waist band of the loose, white cotton shorts. It tickled, raising tiny bumps across your skin that made you shiver.
One thing that shocked you when you first started seeing Seonghwa, before marriage was even a blip of a thought, was for all the strictness he had about keeping a clean space, which luckily you shared even though you weren’t nearly as anal about things, he had a very spontaneous spirit. You often found yourself going on road trips without prior discussion, having the thought to go to a town 5 hours away for a unique sightseeing experience in the morning and leaving within the hour. It was something you had to get used to, you were not a spontaneous person by nature and felt sick to your stomach doing anything without a plan, but his excitement about how much fun it would be to go and do this one thing was enough to see it through every time.
And this spontaneous spirit clearly extended to bedroom activities as well. That was made clear on your wedding night when he fucked you within an inch of your life at the hot spring you snuck into way past operating hours.
Fuck it.
You brought your feet up and curled them around the backs of Seonghwa's lower thighs to pull him closer. He grunts in surprise but it melts into a deep chuckle, “Oh, okay then.”
Your shorts are yanked roughly off your hips and down your legs, unhooking your feet from him to let them fall to the floor.
“Look at that, what a nasty little wife I have.” Seonghwa speaks low and slow, like he's seeing the eighth wonder of the world and not the lack of underwear gracing your bottom half.
You turn your head around the best you can to look up at him innocently through your lashes, resting your chin on your arm to pout, “It's laundry day, I didn't have anything clean to wear.”
He just hums like he doesn’t believe you, a noncommittal sound that makes you feel silly for even trying to defend yourself. But there’s no time to dwell on the thought, because your husband is already working two fingers inside you.
Instinctually, your body lurches forward, the edge of the washing machine rolling against your abdomen a little too hard with the force of his fingers pushing deep inside you. You let out a whimper, but when he pulls out and thrusts them back in, rolling the edge harder into your stomach it's clear to you that in theory this is way sexier than it was in practice.
“Wait, Hwa. Wait, wait,” you kick your foot out, tapping his leg three times with it in quick succession of one another. He immediately stills, gently removes his fingers and holds you by the hips again.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asks, keeping his cool but very obviously worried he’s done something wrong.
You wiggle your way down back to your feet, his hands steadying you on your descent, warm and firm against the bare skin. Only removing them as you turn to face him, but reattaching them like magnets were embedded under his hands that forcibly pulled them back to their rightful place.
Two lines are etched between his brows, the corner of his lips pulled down the tiniest bit expressing his worry. You smile up at him, trying to ease his spiral before it begins. He was such a caretaker, always fussing about your comfortability. It became apparent to him early on in the relationship that you didn't like disappointing people and often did things you didn't want to do to appease those around you. He nipped that in the bud quickly. He learned to read every micro expression in your face and every warble in your voice, becoming an expert in detecting lies before they even made their way out of your lips. Not that you lie often, but sometimes you sugar coat the truth to avoid hurt feelings, downplaying your personal feelings for the comfort of another’s. So a promise was made when talking about marriage- you’d always say how you felt and he would never take anything personally.
“That position was hurting my stomach,” you speak honestly, stretching your arms up and curling them around his neck, “still want you though.”
He presses his lips to your forehead, leaving them there for a few seconds while he encloses his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his front. Your bare lower body comes into contact with the soft cotton of his sweat pants and a hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, bringing your eyes in line with his. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
You shake your head quickly, “If you don't set me on top of this dryer right now I’m hiding the lint rollers.”
Seonghwa’s mouth dropped open with a click of his tongue and a feigned gasp. Your squeal ends in a giggle as his hands shoot down and grip your waist, you bounce on your feet to help as he lifts you up and sets you on top of the dryer.
“You’re so mean,” he groans as he goes for your neck, pushing his tongue against the sensitive skin near your ear and giving it a pinch with his teeth. “How can my wife be so cruel,” he whispers, spoken close enough to your ear that the sounds of his words shoot straight down to your core and have you throbbing.
“Mm,” you hum as you bring your legs back around his hips and dig the heels of your feet into the firm muscles of his ass, pulling him closer between your legs. “Sounds like grounds for a punishment.”
He lifts his head up and away from your ear, smiling a little too wide. Your brows twitch with confusion as an arm comes up behind your back, pressed parallel to your spine with his hand cupping the back of your skull.
“You would like that too much.” He states and he wraps his other hand around your upper thigh to yank you down to the edge of the dryer. You squeak as you fall backwards, protected from slamming your head into the dashboard of the dryer controls by the hold he has on you from behind.
Your heart thumps and you feel tears sting your water line. The forethought he puts into your safety is something that makes your heart clench every time. Attentive to every microscopic possibility that could put you in harm's way, he is always ten steps ahead of it with five other backup plans lined up, just in case. It’s always a stark reminder that he loves you so bad. Not only in the way he’s sure to tell you he loves you, even if he’s just walking outside to cut the grass while you mop the floors. Or the way he has your favorite tea brewed to the perfect strength and at the right temperature ready for you downstairs in the mornings. Or the way he has cut fruit waiting for you when you get home from work, so the both of you can share it while you talk about how each other's workday was. It’s the way he so obviously wants to have as much time as he can on this Earth with you that lets you know how honest his love is.
Before he can get the chance to clock the sudden emotional shift you pull him back to your lips to whisper an “I love you so much,” and seal your lips to his. You pour all the love you can into every motion your lips make against his, using your tongue to make sure it sticks.
He pulls his head back, smiling down at you softly as he slips his arm out from under you and brings his hand up to your cheek. Using his thumb, he gently brushes it underneath your lash line where a tear must have fallen.
“Happy tears or should I be concerned?” he asks.
“Definitely happy,” you answer, turning your head into his hand and giving it a kiss, “now please,” you whine into his palm as you begin pawing at what you can reach of his sweatpants like an attention starved cat.
He shushes you sweetly, less condescendingly and more in the way of letting you know there’s no need to worry, he’s going to give you what you want. He kisses you stupid, making you focus on catching up with his lips and tongue instead of his hands pulling the band of his sweats down to midthigh. At the feeling of the heaviness falling onto your bare pussy you turn your head away from him and look down with a raised brow, “And you get to be free of nasty little husband allegations?”
A laugh punches from his chest, caught off guard that you could even pay attention to detail right now let alone the lack of boxers under his sweatpants.
He shrugs one shoulder and responds, “Laundry day,” before diving back into your mouth. With both hands free now he grips the backs of your thighs to push them up, out, and back towards your chest. “Hold’em” he mumbles and you immediately obey, your brain not needing a second to process what he said, just knowing what needs to be done. He keeps one hand gripping one thigh alongside yours and the other leaves to run his cock through the length of your slit, pushing down and circling your clit with the head after every few passes.
You squirm your hips trying to get him inside you, but he clicks his tongue against his teeth and removes the hand on your thigh to press his forearm across your pubic bone like a seatbelt, “Still,” is all he says and your body locks up, hearing a command and following accordingly.
“Good girl, such a good little wife. Lemme use you just how you like,” he coos into your open mouth, purposefully far enough away that you can’t reach it with your own.
And use you he does. Where you expect him to continue the tortuous drag along your lower lips he pushes into you, long and slow, making sure you feel every second it takes for him to fill you up. You don’t even recognize the sound that leaves you, some kind of mix of a sob and exhale an of relief. From there he saws into you relentlessly, hips angled to grind into your clit with every thrust. You squeeze your thighs hard with your hands, trying to keep yourself open so he can reach every delicious part inside of you, afraid that if you let go the high that’s approaching so rapidly will evaporate.
Seonghwa lifts the seatbelt like hold away from you and uses it to snake around your back to put you into the same protective hold from earlier, except this time he did it to bring you up and press you against his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck with his hand cradling the back of your head.
“Fuck, I love you so much.” he speaks into the crown of your head, pressing a barely there kiss to it that contradicted the way he was fucking up your guts.
“You too, fuck- you too, love you so much. Feel so good, so so good,” you sob into his neck, finally letting go of your thighs to wrap around his neck and press him as close as possible to you, despite him being inside you already. Unable to keep your mouth closed from the pleasure rocketing through your body, your tongue lolled out and pressed against his neck, the taste of Seonghwa’s skin and your tears flooding your mouth.
“Gonna come, can’t- shit- can’t hold it,” Seonghwa groans, laying you back down flat on top of the dryer and straightening up right.
“No, nonono” you begin to protest, reaching out with one arm in a plea to have him come back and flood your personal space again. While the other hand flies back to hold onto the top of the dryer and attempt to stabilize the way your body is being jostled by his quickening thrusts.
“I know baby, one second, wanna make you come too. You want that, right? Wanna come with me like my good, nasty, little wife.” He’s talking fast, desperate. It’s the only way you can tell that he’s just as delirious as you. You switch from begging for him to come back to pleading for an orgasm. The pleas become more and more pitched as he presses his thumb into your clit and circles it in sync with the hard drive of cock inside you. On the fourth rotation, your back bows and your legs kick out straight, toes pointing until they ache as you come hard enough that you think you might’ve blacked out for a second. The pitchy moans cut off into silence before you let out one last, long groan.
You feel yourself tightening around Seonghwa, making it so your pussy grips him hard enough he can’t move. He powers through two drives of his cock in you before the grip becomes too much and you're flooded with sticky heat inside. His groan vibrates through his chest into yours as he falls forward and he’s pressed against you again. His head hangs over your shoulder, allowing you to plant a kiss to his hair and bring an arm up to rub his back.
After a well needed system reboot, he brings his head up and pecks your lips, “Think that crosses off the last room on our sexy time bingo card, right?”
You let out a loud laugh, “Considering I’m drawing the line at linen closets and the pantry, yes. Bingo.”
“Boring,” he sighs and begins pushing himself up and off you. He gently pulls himself out of you, trying to ignore the sudden emptiness that always follows, and he tucks himself back into his boxers.
“Let’s clean up and I’ll make you anything you want for lunch.” He says as he holds his hand out for you to take. You push yourself up on your elbows and grab his hand, sliding off the dryer onto wobbly legs. As you begin to follow his lead to the bathroom you halt, pulling his arm back with you, “Wait!”
He turns around at the sudden urgency in your voice, parting his lips to ask what’s up, but you cut him off with a sheepish smile and point down into the washing machine, “You were right, I can’t reach the sock. Can you get it, please?”
and the funniest part of the no1 MV is that the entire time hongjoong is thrusting his little tiny babygirl hips into the air talking about how he has girls feeling holy seonghwa is back at their homosexual LA villa that cost 3 million dollars for a week sipping craft cocktails in the infinity pool listening to the zelda soundtrack over the bluetooth speakers
ᯓ★ CALEB was just standing there in the kitchen, arms stretching high overhead, sweatpants sliding down enough to show the soft line of his tummy. And of course—of course—his mantiddies bounced with every little stretch.
You froze mid-sip of your drink, narrowed your eyes, then deadpanned, “Do you… need a bra?” His arms dropped instantly, face screwing up. “…What?” You tilted your head, deadly serious. “A bra. What’s your size? C cup? D? …Double D?”
Caleb’s jaw dropped. He sputtered, “I— I don’t— I don’t have boobs!” You just stared at him, lips twitching like you were fighting for your life not to laugh. Then, with the most unholy grin, you leaned in and slapped his right pec—hard enough to send it bouncing once, twice.
Both of you watched it jiggle.
You wheezed,“...Liar.” Caleb’s all wide eyed “…did you just—”. You slapped the other pec “Hehehehehehe :3” and Caleb was losing it, “STOP TOUCHING ME LIKE—like—”...You smirked “Like you’re my squishy little milkmaid?” Caleb clutched his chest in horror “I’M GONNA MOVE OUT.”
San: Since we don't like showing the same things over and over, we got a bit greedy and thought, "Let's try something new." To go straight to the point: we changed nearly everything. The core of ATEEZ is still the same, but everything around it is new. This concert is a whole new challenge for us.
I WILL REMIND YOU THAT THIS WAS THEIR LAST CONCERT:
Only Ateez can out-do Ateez. I'm locked in. I'm seated. I've never been more back. NYC and Baltimore, here I come!!
just a reminder that upon arriving, soobin was asked who the most handsome trainee in the room was and picked yeonjun + taehyun's first words about beomgyu were "wow, he's handsome" + soobin hugged the hell out of hyuka when he first saw him bc he was so cute + yeonjun convinced gyu to do facemasks so that gyu's mom would know he was adjusting okay + soobin shyly approached beomgyu who was sitting separately to ask if he wanted to join them (the other trainees) + taehyun's first thought about soobin was that he'd never seen someone so tall before and that he looked like a kdrama lead
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