tags: overstimulation, g!p, breeding kink, slight exhibitionism, semi-public sex but not really
Jihyo x Jeongyeon cowboy au
They got halfway through the delivery before Jeongyeon stopped for a break. The two leaned against the frame of the barn entrance, Jeongyeon letting her head fall back as a sigh left her lips. The older woman took off the cream-colored Stetson hat she was wearing and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The pieces of hair that usually framed her face were glued down, and sweat trailed down her neck to the tanned skin of her chest. Jihyo’s eyes followed the droplet down, thinking of how it would trail down the swell of her breasts before rolling down the expanse of her stomach. Something about it made Jihyo take her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down in a sorry attempt to ground herself. All she could focus on was the tan skin Jeongyeon kept exposing as she unbuttoned her shirt more to cool off. All she wanted to do was finish taking it off for her, tongue warm and wet, tracing her skin, and tasting the salt of her sweat as she licked and sucked down her stomach until she met the band of the boxers peeking above her jeans, peeling them off of her before kissing down to the damp hairs above her-
“Too damn hot for all this.” Jeongyeon’s voice shook her out of her daze, leaving her blinking hard, trying to refocus. The older woman smiled at her as she sunk down to sit on the floor of the barn and patted the spot next to her. "C'mere, just sit for a spell.”
Jihyo closed the space between them and sat down on the wooden floor of the barn next to her. Jeongyeon had her eyes closed, leaning back to rest on her arms as she caught her breath, and all Jihyo could think of was the way the sweat glistened on her exposed sun-kissed skin. She tried to relax the same way the older woman was, simply taking in the sun and catching her breath, but it only seemed to quicken her breath as she sat close to her. The proximity was driving her insane; she wanted to take up the space between Jeongyeon’s spread legs. She wanted to take off the woman’s sweat-soaked shirt, lick the salt off her skin, undo the belt buckle centered on her, pull down the zipper of her jeans, and make room for her hand. Work her hand inside, feeling the warmth of her skin through her boxers, palming her bulge until she felt it harden under her touch. Jeongyeon was all she could think about; she was dizzy with want, or it really was just far too hot outside. Her throat felt parched; she could blame it on the work they had been doing, but she knew it was because of the woman next to her.
Jeongyeon took off her hat and sat it down between them. She looked over at the other woman, her brown eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun, a smile tugging on her lips. “You’re awfully quiet today. Penny for your thoughts?”
Jihyo stammered for a second, her cheeks burning and flushing a bright pink. As close as they were, there was no way she was going to air out her thoughts. It wouldn’t be anything new; when Jeongyeon went into town and had to spend the night for work, she shared similar thoughts over the phone, but there was work to be done, and she knew Jeongyeon was the one usually firm on that, always saying that she could only relax when she knew everything was done for the day. She racked her brain for some excuse to make up, brow furrowing before she spoke. "Just... just thinking about what you said.” She forced out a laugh, trying to make her words seem more true. “Way too hot today.”
It seemed to work enough, earning a smile from Jeongyeon. “It really is. I’m used to it at this point.” The older woman leaned closer to her, quirking an eyebrow up. “You should be too; what’s really on your mind?”
Jihyo mentally cursed herself; leave it to Jeongyeon to always see through her. It didn’t make sense for her to try to lie, but she tried it anyway. With how close they were, spending every waking moment together, she should have expected the way Jeongyeon was always able to read her. She swallowed hard, shying away as she felt Jeongyeon’s eyes on her flushed skin. It started to feel far too hot in the barn, the shade doing nothing to help the burn in her cheeks. Her voice came out soft and barely audible: "You... I’m thinking of you.”
She got a smirk in response, Jeongyeon moving the hat between them out of the way to sit closer. “Oh yeah? What about me?”
The younger woman screwed her eyes shut, rubbing the sweat of her palms onto her jeans. “I just—I can’t not think of you sometimes. I can't focus on what we're doing; I just keep imaging you."
Jeongyeon chuckled softly at her words, leaning against the frame of the open barn door. Jihyo opened her eyes at the sound of her voice, “C’mere baby.” The older woman motioned for her to sit between her legs, and Jihyo crawled over, not missing the way that the woman’s eyes seemed to darken. As Jihyo situated herself between her thighs, Jeongyeon leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “You’ve always got such an imagination, don’t you?” Her hands found her thighs, spreading them apart slightly before pulling her flush against Jeongyeon's front. Jihyo bit back a whimper, her hands hot over her clothes as they crept higher before resting on her waist. “Just trying to get some work done, and I bet you were there imagining my hands on you, weren’t you, baby?”
The older woman’s hands found the waist of her jeans, undoing her belt and taking it out of the loops. At the sound of the buckle hitting the ground, Jihyo screwed her eyes shut, silent as she nodded her head eagerly in agreement. Behind her, Jeongyeon clicked her tongue, words breaking warm against her ear, “Such a dirty girl... can’t get anything done without thinking of me.” As she spoke, she felt Jeongyeon pull her closer until her back was pressed against the woman’s front. In her daze, she could barely make out the sound of the zipper of her jeans getting undone. She whimpered at the feeling, Jeongyeon pulling up her shirt and snaking a hand up to trace her fingers against the flat of her stomach.
“Turn around and face me; I wanna see my pretty girl.” Jihyo turned to face the older woman and was met with the same state. Jeongyeon’s pupils were blown, her gaze dark and heavy as she looked into Jihyo. She leaned forward, tucking her hair behind her ear, her touch lingering and warm on her cheek. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this.”
Finally, Jeongyeon leaned in, her hands finding purchase in Jihyo’s hair, pulling them together until their lips met. Jihyo could have moaned at the feeling, Jeongyeon’s lips chapped from the sun moving against her own. Their lips moved in a familiar rhythm, Jeongyeon leading her as they kissed. She felt her nip at her bottom lip, and Jihyo parted her lips slightly, moaning as she felt the warmth of Jeongyeon’s tongue. She felt the arousal in her stomach growing and consuming her thoughts, her mind completely forgetting the other half of the load they had to stack, only able to focus on how badly she needed Jeongyeon.
The two finally parted with a wet sound, leaving Jihyo’s chest heaving as she hauled in breath after breath. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, her core aching to be touched. She looked down, noticing the growing tent in Jeongyeon’s jeans, a tug in her stomach making her surge forward to crash their lips together again. To her surprise, Jeongyeon stopped her with a laugh, “As much as I want to, we can’t here, baby.”
A whine left Jihyo’s lips, leaning forward to rest her head in the crook of Jeongyeon’s neck. Her thighs squeezed together, desperate for any kind of friction, as she kissed the warm skin beneath her lips, moaning softly at the taste of the woman’s sweat on her tongue. She licked a stripe up her skin, leaving her lips inches away from her ear. “I need you so bad, Jeong, I don’t care.”
Jeongyeon whimpered softly as she felt Jihyo’s lips featherlight on her. The sensation went straight down, her jeans starting to feel far too tight on her. It was against both of their better judgment, but it went out the window as Jeongyeon wrapped her arms around Jihyo’s waist, pulling her onto her lap, and slotting her leg between her thighs. The way Jihyo began to grind down was almost instant, the younger woman moving her hips desperately, whines getting caught in her throat. Jeongyeon’s hands grabbed her hips, guiding her to grind down harder, feeling her warm on her thigh. She could practically smell her arousal, whimpering at the thought of how soaked the girl on top of her was. “Fuck… baby…”
Jihyo pulled away slightly, eyes dark and half-lidded. Her hand snaked down between them, palming Jeongyeon’s growing bulge over her jeans as she rocked her hips against her thigh. The older woman bit her lip to silence a moan as she felt her touch rough and desperate on her. Jihyo’s voice came out high and thready, laced with the pleasure she was so desperately chasing, “Please, I need you.”
Jeongyeon stood with her back pressed against the bales of hay they had stacked earlier; it wasn’t the most comfortable, but she couldn’t focus on it with the sight before her. Jihyo looked up at her, kneeling on the ground before her hands reached up to undo the button of her jeans. Her hands were trembling with anticipation, barely able to undo the zipper keeping her from what she needed. They were barely pulled down, just enough to allow access as she looked up at Jeongyeon, watching the older woman’s face as she started to pull down her boxers. She hissed as the air hit her semi-hard member, biting her lip as Jihyo wrapped a hand around the base.
Her hand moved up to the head, pink and swollen, leaking precum and collecting it to slick her palm before stroking the older woman’s length. She could feel Jeongyeon getting harder under her touch, her own arousal growing as small grunts left the lips of the woman above her. She knew that she was a mess; she could feel her clit throbbing underneath her jeans, panties more of a mess of her own slick than an article of clothing. Once Jeongyeon got hard, she moved closer, kissing her head before licking a stripe on the underside of her cock before taking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around her head, slick and salty in her mouth, making her moan around Jeongyeon’s cock. Jihyo heard her breath hitch, her hips jerking slightly, forcing more of herself into Jihyo’s mouth as the vibrations of her moan coursed through her body.
Jeongyeon hissed through clenched teeth, her hands finding Jihyo’s hair as she felt the younger woman move closer to take more of her in her mouth. Her eyes were screwed shut as the warm velvet of her throat enveloped her length. Jihyo set on taking her as deep as she could manage. The feeling clouded her thoughts, her thighs starting to tremble slightly as Jihyo pulled off with a wet pop only to start pressing wet kisses to her tip. In her haze, she felt Jihyo moving against her. She opened her eyes, slightly looking down, to see Jihyo desperately trying to lower herself down to grind down on the top of her boot. The angle was bad, leaving Jihyo desperately trying to grind against something and only getting the air between them. She could tell how turned on the other woman was, thighs clenched together and hips moving in a desperate rhythm to find some kind of relief. Jihyo’s lips found the tip of her cock again, sucking on it while lapping at the precum leaking from her tip. The sight and the palpable desperation made her stomach tense, thighs trembling with want, feeling the familiar tension she could start to make out the edge of her release. It was all too much, the feeling of Jihyo’s lips wrapped around her cock as she tried to take her length down her throat again, the soft exhale from her nose that she could feel against her stomach, and the thought of Jihyo’s own arousal dripping from her, soaking her underwear and staining her jeans.
With a gasp, Jeongyeon pulled her off of her cock, leaving the other woman whining in protest. She leaned back against the hay, her chest heaving and voice shaking. “Fuck baby...”
Jihyo looked up at her with a pout, lips swollen and shining coated with spit. Her face was a mess; drool had started to drip from the corner of her lips, and her hair was mused from Jeongyeon’s hands. “Why’d you make me stop?” Jihyo moved closer, her hands finding her thighs as she moved up higher to mouth at the base of her cock, “I wanna taste you so bad...”
Jeongyeon’s cock jerked at her words, eyes fluttering shut. She could feel Jihyo’s mouth warm, pressing kisses to the base of her cock, her hand reaching up to cup her balls. She could feel the muscles in her stomach tense again, and she forced her eyes open to look down at the woman on her knees below her. Jihyo’s eyes were dark, still mouthing at her length as she watched Jeongyeon. A curse left her lips, and she leaned down to cup Jihyo’s face in her hands. Her thumb brushed against her cheek as she led her face away from her throbbing length, and the younger woman nuzzled into the calloused warmth of her palm. “Ji, we can’t here. Let’s go back home, yeah?”
Her words seemed to have no effect, Jihyo only leaning more into her touch, taking her thumb into her mouth and sucking on the digit greedily. She made eye contact with her, eyes piercing and full of want. The sight and the feeling made a groan build in Jeongyeon’s throat, making it harder and harder for her to hold back. Jihyo released her thumb, licking the underside of it before kissing the tip gently. She shifted on her knees, thighs pressed together, “I can't—I need you so bad, Jeong.”
Jeongyeon cursed under her breath and stood for a moment, looking for a place to sit down. The only option was the stack of hay that they had piled earlier. It wasn't the best place, supposed to be the start of a store for the colder months coming, but it would be good enough. The hay was rough against her back, but the pile they had stacked made for enough of a chair. “Come here then, baby.”
On shaking legs, Jihyo stood up, sitting on Jeongyeon’s lap. She tried grinding against the hard length between them and began to unbutton her shirt, leaving it open as she straddled her. Jeongyeon pulled the shirt off of her, running her hands down her back. With a groan, she pulled Jihyo closer, burying her face in her neck. She left wet kisses as she trailed down to her collarbone. Her cock was impossibly hard, the head an angry red as Jihyo reached between them, slowly wrapping her hand around her length before pumping it and tracing her thumb around the head. Jeongyeon cursed into her neck, breath breaking warm against her skin, making Jihyo whimper. “I don't—I don’t have a con-“
Jihyo cut her off, “I don’t care,” and crashed her lips against her. The kiss was hungry, all tongue and teeth. Jihyo clouded her mind, her touch dripping with desperation. Jeongyeon reached down, unbuttoning Jihyo’s pants. They broke away for a moment, and Jihyo stood up to take off her jeans. Jeongyeon’s eyes glazed over her body, biting her lip as she saw the growing dark spot on Jihyo’s underwear and the sheen of sweat and slick staining her inner thighs before she took off the offending fabric.
A soft whimper left Jeongyeon’s lips as a hand snaked between them, spreading a mix of spit and precum down her length. Wet slick sounds filled the air, her hand lazily moving up and down until she deemed it ready. Jihyo’s eyes were half-lidded, taking her length in her hand and watching as she positioned herself.
She watched it disappear inside her as she sank down onto Jeongyeon’s length, her eyes finally fluttering shut at the feeling. A whimper fell from her lips as she took Jeongyeon deep in her; the way she was practically soaked helped, but no matter how many times she took her, the girth always made her head spin. The stretch was familiar and welcome, the slight sting making more of her slick coat Jeongyeon’s cock. Once she took it to the hilt, she stilled for a moment, eyes closed, and her hand on Jeongyeon’s chest to steady herself.
After a moment, she opened her eyes again, finding Jeongyeon’s eyes fixed on where they met before quickly looking up. Jeongyeon’s hands found her waist, her palms rough and calloused against her skin, holding her close and steady. Slowly, she started to move, moaning as she felt Jeongyeon deep inside her, finally getting the feeling she was so desperate for.
Their hips met with a wet sound, slick trailing from Jihyo’s center, staining the denim of Jeongyeon’s jeans a dark blue. The older woman gasped as Jihyo rocked her hips on top of her, velvety soft heat grasping at her cock as if Jihyo never wanted her to pull out. She reached up, pulling down the straps of Jihyo’s bra before undoing the clasp behind her back. She took off the last of her clothing and started to mouth at the younger woman’s breasts. As Jihyo rocked her hips, she took a nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, earning whimpers and a gush of wetness on her cock.
She pulled away with a wet sound, squeezing and massaging Jihyo’s breasts with her hands, rubbing the sensitive nubs between her thumb and forefinger. Her voice was high and thready, finding difficulty as Jihyo’s walls massaged and squeezed at her cock, desperate for her release. "God, you look so pretty on top of me.”
Jihyo’s head was thrown back as she moved herself up and down Jeongyeon’s hard length. There was a sheen of sweat on her tanned skin, the sunlight making her practically glow. Jeongyeon’s eyes looked over her hungrily, her hands on her hips guiding Jihyo as she fucked herself. A bead of sweat was working its way down between her breasts, about to roll down the flat of her stomach and her tensing muscles. Before it could go down further, Jeongyeon moved closer, licking it up and moaning at the taste. The salty taste of her sweat spread over her tongue; they were both dirty from work, but Jeongyeon could care less. The feeling of Jihyo's walls soft and velvety around her length made all her thoughts muddled, the only clear thing being the pleasure she was feeling at the moment.
The younger woman shivered on top of her, the pleasure so strong that she could feel it coursing through her body, extending all the way down to her fingertips as her nails dug into Jeongyeon's back. Jeongyeon's shirt was still on, keeping her from touching directly, but the feeling of Jihyo's nails digging into her skin made a hiss leave her lips. A sound close to a growl left her lips as she wrapped her arms around Jihyo's back, pulling her closer. She shifted on the bales of hay, doing her best to maneuver them without pulling out completely, until she was able to lay back on the bales. Jeongyeon pulled out slightly as she adjusted them, leaving the girl above her whimpering at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
Her hands found the swell of Jihyo's ass, palms rough against the soft skin as her fingers loosely gripped her. The new position had Jihyo almost lying on top of her, the younger woman feeling every warm puff of breath on her skin, making her eyes screw shut. Jeongyeon whispered against her skin, words hot as they broke against her skin, "Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good." With that, her hands settled on her waist before roughly making her hips meet, plunging her length back inside. The feeling, the force behind it, made Jihyo gasp, the sound quickly turning into a moan.
The pace she set was far different from Jihyo's; the gentle grind they had quickly turned into something that bordered on punishing. The force of the thrusts pushed Jihyo forward, held in place by the grip that Jeongyeon had on her waist.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly she felt the pleasure building inside her—a coil red hot in the stomach that felt as if it was about to snap. Her moans reverberated in the empty barn, the sound of them connecting nearly drowning them out, and she found herself thankful for how remote their land was.
The shame that came with it, the vulnerability of how public it was melted away, blending into the blinding pleasure. She wanted to last longer, wanted to enjoy it longer, but the bruising pace of Jeongyeon’s hips and the way her cock was brushing just right inside her left her trembling.
She could barely hold herself up, finally letting her chest lay flush against the cotton of the older woman’s shirt, feeling the buttons brush against her skin as every thrust moved her. When she finally found her voice again, it sounded foreign to her own ears, high and almost begging. “Please, I'm so...” a moan broke her voice as Jeongyeon slowed her movements slightly, choosing to thrust into her hard and deep instead.
She felt impossibly deep inside her, making Jihyo’s toes curl at the feeling. “Fuck- please..."
It felt almost merciful when Jeongyeon spoke up; the pleasure was nearly too much for her to be able to form coherent thoughts. “What? You’re close, baby?” Jeongyeon’s lips found her neck, licking and sucking at the expanse of sensitive sweaty skin.
The feeling of her lips, the way her cock was hot and heavy dragging inside her—it was all too much, leaving her only able to frantically nod in response.
Jeongyeon snaked a hand between them, finding her swollen clit with practiced ease. The feeling was like lightning, lighting her up and leaving her moaning and whimpering as Jeongyeon’s lips and tongue trailed wet on her neck.
The feeling of her rough fingers working against her clit, the weight of Jeongyeon’s cock heavy and familiar reaching so deep inside her. All of it finally pushed her over the edge, leaving her shaking in Jeongyeon’s arms.
It washed over her like a tidal wave, taking her so deep that she didn’t know which way was up. The pleasure was blinding, leaving her unable to tell if her eyes were squeezed shut or not. Tremors racked through her body, leaving her feeling as if she were floating above her body.
As she started to come down, she felt Jeongyeon rutting against her, thrusts rough and sloppy, focused on only getting herself off. Each movement felt as if it were taking Jihyo higher, her mind numb except to the sensation. The pleasure started to bleed into something white-hot, thighs trembling every time their hips met. She could hear the wetness, feeling it drip down from her core and onto Jeongyeon’s lap. It would be embarrassing and a pain to clean up, but it was the last thing on her mind as Jeongyeon’s hips started to stutter. "Close..." a curse fell from her lips. "Gonna cum so deep inside you, baby."
Jeongyeon grunted beneath her, a strangled moan leaving her lips as her hips stilled, burying herself as deep as she could go. The feeling was overwhelming, the sensation of her warm cum flooding her insides. She could make out herself clenching around Jeongyeon, earning another strained moan from her lips. Almost as if it were automatic, her hips moved, rocking Jeongyeon deeper into her, desperate to milk her for all she was worth.
When they both finally came down, it felt as if Jihyo was floating. Her mind was in a haze, the feeling of Jeongyeon’s cock still deep inside her being the only thing she could focus on. Shakily, she lifted herself off, disconnecting with an embarrassingly wet sound, and sat on the expanse of Jeongyeon’s stomach. Her shirt had gotten pushed up, leaving her feeling warm skin beneath her.
Jeongyeon looked up at her, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face, a small smile on her face. Jihyo felt dazed, still dizzy with want, as she looked down at her to take in the sight of her rumpled work shirt and her now softening cock. She looked down, whimpering as she saw streaks of cum on her thighs. With her fingers, she gathered it, slowly pushing her coated fingers inside herself. Her words were almost slurred, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, “It’s coming out.”
Jeongyeon’s eyebrows shot up as she watched the scene play out. There was something undeniably hot about it—her girlfriend looking completely fucked out above her knuckle deep in herself. She knew that Jihyo had a thing for it, occasionally begging her to finish inside, but this was new.
A wet sound filled the air as Jihyo pulled her fingers out of herself, a dazed smile on her lips as she brought them up to her mouth. She licked the digits clean, brown eyes gazing into Jeongyeon’s, and the sight alone made her cock twitch. With a soft pop, she pulled her fingers out of her mouth before lazily lowering herself down, nuzzling into Jeongyeon’s neck.
The older woman was too stunned to reply, simply wrapping her arms around her to hold Jihyo close. Her fingernails traced her bare back, making the younger girl hum contently. Her voice came out close to a whisper as Jihyo nuzzled into her neck, “Tired?”
Jihyo hummed in reply, letting her eyes flutter shut. Jeongyeon nudged her slightly, disturbing the little bubble of peace around them. “Hey, I’ll take you back to the house. Get dressed and we can go, yeah?”
Almost in slow motion, Jihyo crawled off of her, lazily pulling her clothes back on. Jeongyeon stood up, pulling up her boxers and doing the button of her jeans. She looked around the barn, sighing at the stack of hay bales just outside waiting to be sorted. There was so much to do still, the tasks piling up in her brain only to be interrupted by the feeling of Jihyo warm, pressed against her back.
Her voice was slightly hoarse, scratchy from overuse. “Stop worrying; there’s always tomorrow.”
Jeongyeon turned to face her, and she felt her worries melt away. The sunlight was trickling through the rafters of the barn’s ceiling, illuminating Jihyo’s skin and making her look almost angelic. Her smile was soft, her eyes heavy, but her skin nearly glowed under the light, sunkissed and beautiful. They had been together for years, more familiar with the time spent together than spent apart, but Jeongyeon knew she would never not be stunned by Jihyo.
She smiled softly, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek and taking her hand in her own to lead her out to the truck outside. There was always tomorrow, new days to look forward to with her.