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melanchoire · 2 months ago

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SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWGIRL ──── jang wonyoung.

── ( 🐎🌾) with her dreams at stake, wonyoung escapes to the forbidden rodeo in her room, joining forces with you for a night of tantalizing twists and turns, proving that sometimes, the hottest rodeos are the ones that break all the rules.

pairing. dom!farmer's daughter!jang wonyoung x sub!childhood best friend!gp reader

warning(s). cunnilingus, fingering, making out, pet names, use of weed.

word count. 10,2k

requested? yes.

wonyoung was adrift in a sea of spun sugar clouds, the air sweet with the scent of cherry blossoms and designer perfume. in her dream, she glided down a parisian runway, the flash of cameras a dazzling constellation around her. each step was perfect, each pose effortless. this was it, the life she craved, the future she envisioned.

cock-a-doodle-doo!

the sound pierced her idyllic bubble, sharp and utterly unwelcome. wonyoung’s eyes snapped open, her dream instantly dissolving like sugar in water. instead of clouds, her vision was filled with the frantic flapping wings and beady eyes of a particularly audacious rooster. it stood perched on her dresser, its comb practically brushing against her cheek as it unleashed another ear-splitting cry.

with a groan, wonyoung threw back the covers, the remnants of her dream fading like morning mist. she’d meticulously closed the curtains the night before, a desperate attempt to cling to sleep a little longer. but no, the farm life always found a way to intrude.

panic flared. wonyoung bolted upright, her heart hammering against her ribs. she swatted at the rooster, a shriek escaping her lips. “get out! get out!”

“i say: get out!” she hissed, grabbing a pillow and shooing the offending fowl towards the door. it squawked indignantly, flapping its wings before finally hopping out. wonyoung slammed the door shut, leaning against it for a moment, her chest tight with frustration.

“stupid bird.” she muttered, her voice trembling with residual fear and a healthy dose of annoyance.

she had been so careful last night, meticulously drawing the heavy curtains to block out the encroaching dawn. usually, that bought her a precious hour or two of extra sleep. but apparently, no amount of drapery could keep the farm’s resident alarm clock at bay.

this… this was her life. a room filled with fashion magazines and dreams of milan, situated on a farm where the alarm clock was a rooster and the air perpetually smelled of manure.

life on the farm. it was a constant clash between her aspirations and her reality. she’d grown up with it, of course. and it was a respectable, hardworking life. but it wasn’t hers. she, on the other hand, felt like a misplaced puzzle piece, constantly yearning for something different.

wonyoung dreamed of city lights, of towering skyscrapers instead of rolling hills. she envisioned herself gracing magazine covers, walking down runways, a world away from the mud and manure that clung to her family’s boots. but her parents, bless their hardworking souls, couldn’t comprehend her desires. her father, a horse blacksmith with calloused hands and a love for tradition, saw her future here, rooted in the land. her mother, the vibrant owner of the local town market, believed happiness lay in community and familiarity.

they couldn’t understand. they saw her dreams as frivolous, a childish fantasy. they wanted her to stay, to take over the farm, to continue the legacy. the legacy she desperately wanted to escape. their vision for wonyoung was a comfortable, predictable one, a life woven into the fabric of their small town. but Wonyoung craved the unknown, the challenge, the dazzling allure of a life she had only glimpsed in magazines and on television.

with a sigh, she ran her hands over her face, trying to shake off the lingering vestiges of sleep and the remnants of her shattered dream. she pulled her hair back into a messy bun, the image of sleek, professionally styled models flashing through her mind. slippers replaced the imagined designer heels as she trudged towards the door. time to face the music, or in this case, the crowing roosters and the aroma of frying bacon.

downstairs, the aroma of frying bacon and strong coffee filled the air. the sounds of the farm were already starting to swell: the lowing of cows, the clucking of hens, the distant clang of her father’s hammer. she murmured a polite greeting as she entered the kitchen, heading straight for the refrigerator. her parents were already seated at the table, their faces illuminated by the warm morning light filtering through the window. her older sister, daah, was perched on a stool, flipping through a magazine.

“morning.” wonyoung mumbled, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a carton of orange juice and poured herself a glass.

“look who finally decided to join us.” her older sister, daah, said without looking up from the stove. daah was everything wonyoung wasn’t: practical, grounded, and content with the farm life. their relationship was a constant battleground of differing opinions.

her mother, a sturdy woman with kind eyes and perpetually calloused hands, smiled. “morning, sweetheart. sleep well?”

wonyoung offered a noncommittal shrug. “as well as one can with a rooster for an alarm clock.”

“so, your father was just telling me about the rodeo this afternoon.” her mother said, her voice bright as she flipped a pancake. “it’s going to be a big one this year, with the usual dance afterwards.”

her father, a man of few words but immense strength, cleared his throat. “big rodeo this afternoon, wonyoung! should be a good one.”

wonyoung’s stomach clenched. rodeos were not her thing. the smell of horses and dust, the raucous cheers of the crowd, the sheer testosterone that seemed to permeate the air – it all made her incredibly uncomfortable. and the dance afterwards? an even greater nightmare, filled with awkward small talk and the persistent advances of overly enthusiastic farm boys.

“oh, i don’t know, mom.” wonyoung said, carefully avoiding eye contact. “i was thinking of catching up on some reading. i have a lot of schoolwork to do.”

her father chuckled, a deep rumbling sound. “schoolwork can wait, wonyoung–ah. this is a town tradition. besides, it’s good to get out and socialize.”

"oh, that's right!” her mother chimed in, placing a plate of steaming pancakes on the table. "it’ll be a good chance to see everyone, wonyoung. and maybe even meet a nice young man."

wonyoung choked on her orange juice. “mom, you know i’m not interested in any 'nice young men' from around here.”

her father nodded in agreement, pushing the plate of steaming pancakes in front of wonyoung. “it’ll be fun! i promise.”

wonyoung forced a smile. “maybe. but i really need to focus on my studies.”

daah snorted. “studies? please. we all know you’d rather be practicing your runway walk in front of the mirror.”

wonyoung’s cheeks flushed. “that’s not true.”

“oh, come on, wonyoung.” daah continued, relentlessly. “don’t be ridiculous.” daah scoffed, flipping a pancake with unnecessary force. “it’s good to have a bit of fun, wonyoung. you spend too much time locked up in your room, dreaming about things that will never happen. when are you going to give up on these childish dreams of yours? you’re a jang. we’re farmers. it’s in our blood”

there it was, the barb she knew was coming. daah never missed an opportunity to belittle her aspirations.

wonyoung slammed the carton of orange juice back into the refrigerator. “and you spend too much time judging me for having ambition! what’s so wrong with wanting something more than this?” she gestured around the cozy, familiar kitchen, the heart of a life she didn’t want.

“and what exactly is so wrong with our life?” daah challenged, crossing her arms. “2e have everything we need. family, friends, a roof over our heads. what more could you want?”

“more than just this!” wonyoung exclaimed, gesturing around the kitchen with a frustrated wave of her hand. “i want to see the world. i want to experience new things. i want to be someone, not just another farm girl who marries the boy next door and spends her life milking cows.”

“there’s nothing wrong with milking cows!” daah shot back, her face reddening. “it’s honest work… and– there’s nothing wrong with being realistic!” daah retorted, her voice sharp. “you can’t just ignore your responsibilities here. dad’s getting older, mom can’t run the market forever. someone needs to take over the farm.”

those words hit wonyoung’s heart hard. yes, it was true, his father was getting old and it was always a difficult task bending down when working in his blacksmith shop in the farm yard or when he had to take care of the animals and that involved squatting. wonyoung always tried to help his father when he spent hours and hours working in the workshop or the stable, always sitting on a small and uncomfortable bench and hunching his back in a way that is painful to watch. she didn’t have much knowledge about tools and that field, but over the years she learned how to learn – not because blacksmithing or mechanics is something that interests her or that she is passionate about, but because she was only interested in learning to help her father and take care of doing as much work as possible to prevent him from overexerting himself and getting physically hurt.

but daah it wasn’t like that at all. she called her father’s work “dirty” behind her parents’ backs, but she always pretended in front of them that she was a family girl who would give everything for them. she only contributed to helping her family with her mother’s job, who owned the local store in town, but she didn’t even help with anything in particular; sure, daah spent the whole day in the supermarket, but she just sat behind the cash register, filing her nails or laughing while texting with her friends, having the nerve to get upset and make a face when a customer puts their purchase on the register and it’s time for her to serve them and collect the corresponding money.

“and why does that someone have to be me?” wonyoung demanded, her voice rising. “why can’t you do it? you love this life!”

daah turned to face her, her expression hard. “because you’re the responsible one, wonyoung. you always have been. i have my own life, my own plans.”

“and what about my plans?” wonyoung cried, her voice trembling. “don’t they matter?”

her father cleared his throat, his voice stern. “enough, both of you. this isn’t how we start the day.” he looked at wonyoung with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “wonyoung, your sister has a point. we’ve given you everything. the least you can do is appreciate it.”

wonyoung fell silent, her appetite gone. she pushed her plate away, the pancakes suddenly tasting like ash in her mouth. it was always the same. every time she tried to express her dreams, she was met with resistance, with disapproval, with the crushing weight of expectation.

she knew she couldn’t change their minds. they were too set in their ways, too deeply rooted in their traditions. but that didn’t mean she had to give up on her own dreams. she would find a way, somehow, to escape this suffocating routine and build the life she truly desired. even if it meant facing their disapproval, even if it meant breaking their hearts.

because in the end, it was her life, and she was determined to live it on her own terms. even if that meant facing a few more early morning wake–up calls from a rogue rooster along the way.

“this is my house, and you will both show some respect. wonyoung, you will come to the rodeo this afternoon. it’s a tradition, and we always support our community."

wonyoung bit back a retort, tears stinging her eyes. she knew arguing with her father was futile. he was a man of tradition, of duty, of unwavering expectations.

she looked at her mother, pleading for understanding, for support. but her mother’s expression was resolute, her loyalty firmly with her husband.

“it’'ll be fun, wonyoung.” her mother said softly, but the words felt like a sentence.

“fun?” onyoung whispered, her voice thick with tears. “you call this fun? being trapped in a life i never wanted, surrounded by people who don’t understand me? my dreams are not childish; they are my passion. and staying in here, pretending to live a life that i don’t feel happy about, is so much worse.”

she turned and fled, running back upstairs, the image of her 0arisian runway dissolving into a blur of tears. she slammed the door to her room, collapsing on the bed, the scent of cherry blossoms now tainted with the bitter taste of disappointment.

the rooster, oblivious to her distress, began to crow again. this time, wonyoung didn’t just shoo it away. she grabbed it by its scrawny neck and held it, its frantic flapping a futile protest against her grip.

for a moment, she considered doing something drastic, something that would shock them all, something that would finally make them understand the depth of her unhappiness.

but then, she looked into the rooster’s beady eyes, and she saw something… fear. and in that fear, she saw a reflection of her own.

with a sigh, she released the rooster, letting it scamper out the door. violence wasn’t the answer. running away wasn't either. but staying here, silently suffocating, wasn’t an option either.

“i’m sorry, buddy… it’s not your fault, i know.”

she would go to the rodeo. she would smile, she would socialize, she would play the part of the dutiful daughter. but she would also start making a plan. a real plan, a concrete plan, to escape the farm and pursue her dreams.

this rooster might have woken her up, but it wouldn’nt keep her grounded forever. she would fly. she had to. for her own sanity, for her own future. she wouldn’t let her dreams remain dreams; she would make them reality.

the afternoon sun cast long shadows across wonyoung’s bedroom, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. she twirled in front of the mirror, a vision in denim and defiance. her worn a skirt jeans, once relegated to mucking stalls, had been artfully distressed and studded with glittering rhinestones. a plain white tank top now boasted intricate embroidery around the neckline, and a fringed leather hat completed the transformation. this wasn’t just a farm outfit; it was a statement. it was a rebellion against the endless fields and the predictable routine.

“perfect.” she murmured to herself, smoothing down the fringe. “rodeo–ready, and runway–worthy.” living on the farm, churning butter and wrangling stubborn goats, felt like a cage around her aspirations. she dreamt of paris fashion week, of sketching bold designs in a sun–drenched studio, not mending fences under a scorching sun. but wonyoung was resilient. she’d find a way. she always did.

a piercing whistle shattered the quiet. wonyoung’s smile faltered.

daah, her older sister, leaned against the doorway, a smug grin plastered across her face. a battered cowboy hat perched jauntily on her head, and her plaid shirt was tucked neatly into her jeans. she looked every inch the quintessential farm girl, a stark contrast to wonyoung’s carefully constructed glamour.

“well, well, well...” daah drawled, pushing off the doorframe. “loook who decided to raid the costume box again. you going as ‘glamorous cowgirl’ this year, wonyoung?”

wonyoung stiffened, her fingers clenching around the vest. “it’s called ‘elevated rural chic’ daah. and it’s an outfit, not a costume.”

“right, right.” daah said, rolling her eyes. “because rhinestones and embroidery are exactly what you need when you’re dodging rogue cows. you know, practicality is kind of a big deal out here in the, uh, rural parts.” she emphasized the word with a saccharine sweetness that grated on wonyoung’s nerves.

“maybe if you spent less time gossiping with mrs. kim and more time actually helping out, you’d understand that practicality and style aren’t mutually exclusive.” wonyoung retorted, turning back to the mirror to adjust her hat. she needed to stay calm. engaging in a full–blown argument would only validate daah’s attempts to ruin her mood.

“ouch, sharp words.” daah chuckled, taking a step closer. “but speaking of helping out, shouldn’t you be, oh, i don’t know, making sure the prize–winning pumpkin is ready for judging? or are you too busy dreaming about escaping to the big city and leaving us all behind?”

wonyoung swung around, her eyes blazing. “what’s not fair, daah! i contribute just as much as you do. and having a dream doesn't mean i’m abandoning everyone. unlike some people, i actually believe it’s possible to have both."

daah crossed her arms, her smile gone. “oh, really? so you think you can be a successful fashion designer and still be a farmer’s daughter? that’s… ambitious, even for you. don’t you think you’re setting yourself up for disappointment? face it, wonyoung, this is our life. this farm, this town. it’s not some backdrop for your little fashion fantasies.”

the words stung, sharper than a bee sting. wonyoung swallowed hard, refusing to let the tears well up. “and what’s wrong with having fantasies? at least i’m trying to create something beautiful, instead of just accepting things as they are.”

“acceptance is maturity, wonyoung. chasing pipe dreams is… childish.” daah paused, her voice softening slightly. “look, i’m just saying, maybe you should focus on something realistically attainable. help dad with the farm. start a family. you know, the things that actually matter.”

wonyoung stared at her sister, a cold fury rising within her. “and who gets to decide what matters? you? is that it? because you’re perfectly content with mediocrity, you think everyone else should be too?”

“it’s not mediocrity, wonyoung! it’s… stability. it’s family. it’s belonging."

“and u can’t have those things and still pursue my dreams?” wonyoung challenged, her voice trembling. “is that what you're saying? that i have to choose between being a good daughter and being myself?”

daah didn’t answer, her silence speaking volumes. the tension in the room crackled, thick and suffocating. wonyoung turned back to the mirror, her shoulders slumping. for a moment, the glittering rhinestones and the intricate embroidery seemed hollow, a flimsy shield against the harsh reality daah had just laid bare. but then, she caught her reflection, her own determined gaze staring back at her.

no.

daah might not understand. the town might not understand. but wonyoung understood. and that was enough.

she squared her shoulders, adjusted her hat with a defiant tilt, and turned back to face her sister. “i’ll see you at the rodeo, daah.” she said, her voice steady. “maybe you’ll be surprised by what i accomplish. with my ‘little fashion fantasies’.”

and with that, she walked past daah, leaving her standing in the doorway, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. wonyoung had a rodeo to win. and a dream to prove.

the dust swirled around wonyoung’s ankles, a red–brown haze that clung to the air like a persistent memory. the rodeo was in full swing, a cacophony of roaring engines, twanging guitars, and the excited screams of the crowd. the air hung thick with the scent of dust, and something vaguely metallic, the smell of anticipation and adrenaline that clung to every rodeo. wonyoung, usually more at home in the sleek confines of her family’s modern kitchen or lost in the pages of a well–worn novel, felt utterly out of place. the stetson perched precariously on her head, a forced purchase by her zealous mother, felt like a brand.

she wandered aimlessly through the bustling grounds, a phantom limb grafted onto the rugged reality of the rodeo. men in worn denim and dusty boots tipped their hats, their eyes lingering on her with a frank curiosity that made her skin crawl. women, their faces etched with the lines of sun and hard work, offered polite nods, their eyes holding a mixture of amusement and pity. wonyoung was an anomaly, a polished gem dropped into a pile of rough stones.

thee truth was, she didn’t want to be here. Not even a little bit. the rodeo, the epitome of small town tradition, was the last place she felt she belonged. her dreams extended far beyond the confines of this dusty arena, reaching for the glittering lights of the city, the hushed reverence of libraries, the vibrant chaos of art studios. but her parents, particularly her mother, envisioned a different future for her, one rooted in the familiar soil of their village, a future involving a sturdy rancher and a life mirroring her own. Hence, the rodeo. the forced mingling. the subtle, and not–so–subtle, matchmaking.

her parents’ expectations had become a suffocating weight, a constant pressure that squeezed the joy out of her life. ever since she’d expressed her yearning to study art in seoul, a chasm had widened between them. her once bright and airy home now felt like a gilded cage. hours were spent locked in her room, sketching furiously in her notebooks, trying to carve out a space for herself in a world that felt increasingly hostile. the village store, usually a place of connection, became another source of awkward encounters and strained silences. helping her mother restock shelves felt like serving a sentence, each can of beans a reminder of the life she didn’t want.

wonyoung wasn’t entirely convinced she should be here. in fact, if it were up to her, she’d be miles away, lost in the pages of a book or sketching designs in her worn notebook. but family obligations, particularly those enforced by her father, were a force of nature stronger than any bucking bronco. her parents, particularly her mother, had become increasingly insistent on her embracing the “small–town life” on finding a “suitable” husband, and on abandoning what they deemed her “fanciful” dreams of becoming a fashion designer. this rodeo, apparently, was the perfect opportunity to showcase her “eligible maiden” status.

she sighed, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. the vibrant energy of the rodeo felt alien, a stark contrast to the quiet solitude she craved. ever since her parents had started tightening their grip on her life, wonyoung had retreated inwards, spending countless hours locked away in her room, a sanctuary filled with fabrics, sketches, and the whispered promises of a life beyond the confines of their expectations. the silence was a comfort, a buffer against the constant pressure to conform.

lost in her spiraling thoughts, wonyoung wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. she bumped, not gently, into someone, a soft “oof!” escaping her lips. a cascade of brightly colored pamphlets scattered across the dusty ground.

“oh, i am so sorry!” wonyoung blurted out, bending to help gather the mess.

“no worries, i should have been looking where i was going too.” a familiar voice responded, and wonyoung”s head snapped up.

she looked up, and her breath caught in her throat. standing before her was you. your eyes, the same warm brown she remembered from all those years ago, widened in surprise. you were even more beautiful than she recalled, your smile as radiant as the summer sun.

kneeling beside her, picking up a pamphlet advertising the local 4-H club, was you. your hair, usually braided neatly, was pulled back in a messy ponytail, escaping tendrils framing your face. you were wearing a simple shirt and denim jeans with some boots, looking every bit the part of a small–town girl, yet there was an undeniable spark of intelligence in your eyes.

“wonyoung?” you asked, a hint of delighted surprise in your voice. “is that really you?”

a wave of warmth washed over wonyoung, a feeling she hadn’t realized she’d been missing. it had been so long since she’d felt genuinely seen, not as the daughter of the store owner, not as a potential bride, but just as wonyoung.

“hey…” she managed, a genuine smile finally gracing her lips. “it’s… it’s good to see you.”

a genuine smile touched your lips. “wonyoung! wow, i haven’t seen you in ages! how have you been?”

the years melted away in an instant. suddenly, she was back in the schoolyard, sharing secrets and dreams with you under the shade of the old oak tree.

“i…” wonyoung hesitated, unsure of how to answer. the truth was, she hadn’t been doing well. she was suffocating under the weight of her parents’ expectations, her dreams slowly fading like a watercolor painting left in the sun. “i’ve been… busy.” she finally said, a weak attempt at deflection.

your eyes searched hers, a knowing glint in their depths. “busy doing what? last i heard, you were quite the artist, always sketching away in your notebook. making those... uhm, sketches about clothing collection ideas? the girl, daughter of the owner of the town library, you know, liz the blondke, told me about it.”

wonyoung’s heart ached. “i still am.” she admitted, “but my parents... they don’t really approve. they think it’s just a hobby, not a real career.”

“that’s ridiculous!” you exclaimed, your voice laced with indignation. “you’re incredibly talented, wonyoung. i remember seeing your drawings back in school, they were amazing.”

a flicker of hope ignited within wonyoung. “thank you.” she whispered, a genuine smile gracing her lips for the first time that day.

“so, what are you doing here at the rodeo?” you asked, gesturing around at the chaotic scene. “this doesn’t exactly seem like your kind of place.”

wonyoung grimaced. “tell me about it. my parents, they… well, they think it’s a good way for me to meet someone.” she rolled her eyes, unable to fully conceal her exasperation.

you winced. “ouch. that sounds… intense… ah, the age-old quest for a husband. remind me to hide if my mom gets any ideas.”

a comfortable silence fell between them, punctuated by the distant roar of the crowd. wonyoung felt a sense of peace she hadn't experienced in months. being with you, even after all this time, felt natural, easy.

“so, what about you?” wonyoung asked, eager to change the subject. “what have you been up to? are you still living here?”

“yep, still here.” you replied, your eyes twinkling. “i’m helping mom out at the school. i’m actually thinking about becoming a teacher myself, just like her.”

‘that’s wonderful!” wonyoung exclaimed. “you’d be a fantastic teacher. you were always so kind and patient, even back in elementary school.”

ypu blushed slightly. "thanks, wonyoung. That means a lot. i don’t know if { really want to be a 100% teacher, maybe an assistant, or whatever is enough to be able to help my mom at work. you know, she’s getting old…”

“she still talks about you.” you said, your voice softening. “she always said you were one of her brightest students. she was so disappointed when you stopped coming around.”

yeah, that made wonyoung’s heart hurt so much… she met you during school, when she and all her friends used to be little kids who loved singing songs and drawing pictures in elementary school. you, the daughter of the sweetest teacher in the establishment, were always a complete sweetheart to her; practically during the first day of school you were with wonyoung the whole day, never stopping talking like a parrot, but making wonyoung’s days happy and fun.

the reason why she dropped out of school? her parents. just one day after she finished getting ready and headed straight to the front door to head off to school, her mother told her that she stopped paying her school fees because the family needed wonyoung’s full help on the farm.

wonyoung’s smile faltered. “yeah, well… things got complicated.”

“i know.” you said gently. “i saw you a few times at the store, but… you always seemed so distant.”

“i’m sorry.” wonyoung said, her voice barely a whisper. “i just… i haven’t been myself lately.”

a long silence stretched between them, filled only with the sounds of the rodeo swirling around them. wonyoung felt a knot of guilt tighten in her stomach. she had let her fears and frustrations isolate her, cutting herself off from the people who genuinely cared about her.

you broke the silence, your voice firm and resolute. “look, i know this whole rodeo thing is probably your own personal hell, but you don’t have to stay here. not if you don’t want to.”

wonyoung looked at you, a flicker of hope igniting in her eyes. “what do you mean?”

you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “i mean, this town hasn’t changed much. we could ditch this rodeo and go for a walk. we could get some ice cream at the parlor, maybe visit mrs. davison. we could even go see mr. henderson’s pig, if you’re feeling brave.”

wonyoung’s heart skipped a beat. the idea of escaping the suffocating atmosphere of the rodeo, of reconnecting with the familiar comfort of the village, was incredibly appealing.

“seriously?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded, your eyes sparkling with encouragement. “seriously. what do you say? want to escape?”

wonyoung looked around at the chaos of the rodeo, at the expectant faces of the townsfolk, at the invisible chains that bound her to a future she didn’t want. then, she looked back at you, at the genuine offer of friendship in your eyes, at the promise of freedom and escape.

a slow smile spread across her face. “let’s go.” she said, the words filled with a newfound sense of determination. “let’s get out of here.”

the sun was a furnace in the sky, beating down on the dusty main street of your town. you tugged at the collar of your shirt, wishing you’d worn something lighter. the annual rodeo was in full swing, and the air was thick with the smell of fried food, manure, and the general chaos that always seemed to follow the event.

“seriously, how many more cowboy hats can one town possibly hold?” you muttered, more to yourself than to wonyoung, who was walking beside you.

wonyoung giggled, a sound like wind chimes in the oppressive heat. “oh, hush. i think they look kinda cute.”

you snorted, but then your eyes landed on wonyoung’s outfit. she was sporting a denim skirt, a fitted white tank top, and a pair of intricately stitched cowboy boots. a playful bandana was tied around her neck, and a wide–brimmed straw hat sat perched on her head.

“okay, maybe you’re right.” you admitted, a blush creeping up your neck. “especially on you.”

wonyoung’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink. “you think so?” she asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

“absolutely. you look…you look amazing, wonyoung.” the words tumbled out before you could stop them. you cursed yourself inwardly for being so forward, but the genuine admiration in your voice was undeniable.

wonyoung’s smile widened, and she bumped her shoulder against yours. “thanks. you look pretty good yourself, considering we’re trying to avoid the entire town.”

you chuckled, the tension easing slightly. “pretty good at avoiding the rodeo, maybe.”

the truth was, both of you had a perfectly good reason to be anywhere but the rodeo. wonyoung’s dad, bless his heart, was practically the mayor of the rodeo. he was the one who organized the events, wrangled the sponsors, and generally made sure the whole shebang ran smoothly. which meant wonyoung was expected to be there, smiling and waving, playing the dutiful daughter. it was a role she loathed.

as for you, your mom taught at the local elementary school and was, as always, roped into volunteering at the rodeo’s kid zone. face painting, pony rides, the whole shebang. you loved your mom, but spending a day surrounded by screaming children and glitter glue was your idea of hell.

and so, here you were, two outcasts seeking refuge from the rodeo's relentless cheer. you wandered through the quiet side streets, seeking refuge from the relentless “yee-haws” and the twang of country music.

“let’s go back to my place.” wonyoung suggested, breaking the comfortable silence. “dad won’t be home until late. we can raid the fridge and watch some terrible reality TV."

you grinned. “sounds like a plan.”

and that’s how you ended up here. lying on the hood of wonyoung’s dad’s vintage convertible, parked in the driveway. the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. a couple of lukewarm beers sat between you, condensation beading on the bottles. and the sweet, pungent aroma of weed hung in the air, courtesy of your friend yujin’s generous stash.

neither you nor wonyoung thought it would end like this.

the first few puffs had been a little rough, a tickle in your throat that made you cough. but now, a pleasant buzz was spreading through your body, making everything feel soft and fuzzy around the edges.

“you know.” wonyoung said, her voice slightly slurred. “i really appreciate you helping my mom with the school fair last month. you know, when she was giving out candy and snacks to the kids”

you blinked, trying to focus. “it was nothing. she’s an amazing chef."

“she really likes you.” wonyoung insisted, nudging you with her elbow. “she said you have a special way with the kids. you make them feel… seen.”

a warmth spread through your chest. “well, i like helping out. your mom’s really cool, you know?”

wonyoung giggled again, a sound that always made your heart skip a beat. “you think my mom is cool?”

“i…well, yeah. she’s dedicated and kind. and honestly, the school fair was way less stressful with you there.”

wonyoung turned her head to look at you, her eyes sparkling in the fading light. “you’re pretty cool yourself, you know that?”

“am i?” you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“totally.” she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “you’re… you’re really funny. and you always know how to make me laugh, even when i’m feeling like i’m forced into a role i don’t even know how to play.”

“that’a what friends are for.” you said, but the words felt inadequate, hollow. you wanted to be more than just friends.

the silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken feelings. you took a long swig of your beer, trying to quell the nervousness churning in your stomach.

“these cowboy boots are killing me.” wonyoung suddenly announced, kicking one of her feet in the air.

you chuckled. “serves you right for embracing the rodeo spirit."

“hey, i was trying to be ironic!” she protested, but her protests were quickly lost in a fit of giggles.

you reached out and gently took her foot in your hand. “let me help you with that.”

wonyoung’s breath hitched as your fingers brushed against her ankle. you carefully unbuckled the boot and slid it off her foot, then repeated the process with the other one.

“better?” you asked, looking up at her.

her eyes were fixed on you, her pupils dilated. “much.” she whispered.

you continued to hold her foot in your hand, your thumb tracing circles on her skin. the air crackled with electricity. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“you know…” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “you look really beautiful tonight.”

wonyoung’s cheeks flushed again, a deep crimson that stood out against her pale skin. “stop it.” she breathed, but there was no heat in her words.

“i’m serious.” you insisted, your gaze locked on hers. “you’re beautiful all the time, but especially right now.”

wonyoung leaned closer, her hand reaching out to touch your face. her fingers brushed against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

“you’re not so bad yourself.” she murmured, her voice laced with a playful flirtation.

the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in this moment of pure, unfiltered connection. you could feel the warmth of her breath on your skin, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling your nostrils.

without thinking, you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just above hers. you could feel her inhale sharply, her body tensing with anticipation.

“can i…?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

wonyoung closed her eyes and nodded, her lips parting slightly.

and then, you kissed her.

it was a slow, tentative kiss at first, a gentle exploration of each other’s lips. but as the seconds ticked by, the kiss deepened, growing more passionate and urgent. you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, until there was no space left between your bodies.

her hands tangled in your hair, her fingers massaging your scalp. you could taste the sweetness of beer and the lingering scent of weed on her lips. it was a heady combination that sent your senses reeling.

the world spun around you, the stars blurring into a kaleidoscope of light. you lost yourself in the kiss, in the feeling of her body pressed against yours, in the sheer, unadulterated joy of finally, finally, kissing wonyoung.

it was everything you had ever dreamed of and more.

when you finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, you were both dazed and giddy. you rested your forehead against hers, your eyes closed, savoring the moment.

“wow.” you whispered, your voice still shaky.

“yeah.” wonyoung breathed, her grip tightening on your arms. “wow.”

the silence that followed was thick with unspoken questions, lingering desires, and a healthy dose of nervous energy. you pull back slightly, your eyes searching wonyoung’s, trying to gauge her reaction. her cheeks are flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and her gaze is locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

“so,” you began, attempting a casual tone that falls flat. “what now?”

wonyoung laughs softly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “i don’t know.” she admits, tracing a pattern on your arm with her fingertip. “but i definitely don’t want to go back to the rodeo.”

you grinned. “me neither. screaming kids and glitter glue are not exactly conducive to post–kiiss bliss.”

her smile widens. “exactly. besides” she adds, her voice dropping to a suggestive murmur. “i think we’ve earned a little more privacy.”

without another word, she slips off the hood of the car and extends her hand to you. “come on.” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “my room is a much more comfortable place to, uh, discuss our future plans.”

your heart leaps at the invitation. you take her hand, the warmth of her touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. together, you walk towards the house, the gravel crunching beneath your feet.

as you approach the front door, you glance back at the convertible, the empty beer bottles sitting forlornly on the hood. a pang of guilt hits you – you’re pretty sure wonyoung’a dad would not be thrilled about the evidence of your little rebellion. but the thought is fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the anticipation of what awaits you inside.

wonyoung unlocks the door and leads you through the dimly lit living room. you notice family photos lining the walls, capturing moments of laughter and joy. a portrait of wonyoung in her rodeo queen attire hangs prominently above the fireplace. you can’t help but smile at the irony.

she guides you up the creaking stairs and down a hallway, finally stopping in front of a door adorned with fairy lights and a collection of concert posters. this, you realize, is wonyoung’s sanctuary.

she pushes the door open and steps aside, allowing you to enter first. the room is bathed in the soft glow of a string of fairy lights, casting dancing shadows on the walls. a large, plush bed dominates the space, piled high with colorful pillows and a patchwork quilt. a bookshelf overflowing with novels and CDs stands against one wall, while a desk cluttered with art supplies and half–finished projects occupies the other.

it’s a space that feels undeniably wonyoung – a blend of creativity, comfort, and unapologetic individuality.

“welcome to my humble abode.” she says, gesturing around the room with a playful flourish.

you take a moment to soak it all in, a sense of warmth and intimacy washing over you. “it’s perfect.” you breathe, turning to face her.

wonyoung blushes, her eyes darting around the room. “it’s a bit of a mess, i know.”

“it’s not a mess.” you protest. “it’s...lived in. it feels like you.”

her smile returns, genuine and radiant. she walks over to the bed and kicks off her socks, sinking into the plush mattress with a sigh of contentment.

“come sit.” she says, patting the space beside her.

you hesitate for a moment, suddenly feeling a surge of nervousness. this feels like a turning point, a step beyond friendship into uncharted territory. but the look in wonyoung’s eyes – a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability – reassures you.

you take a deep breath and walk over to the bed, sitting down beside her. the mattress dips beneath your weight, bringing you closer together. the air crackles with unspoken desires.

wonyoung reaches out and takes your hand, her fingers interlacing with yours. “so…” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “what do you want to do first?”

the possibilities seem endless. you could talk for hours, dissecting every detail of your feelings, exploring the depths of your connection. or you could simply surrender to the moment, letting your bodies guide you, exploring the physical intimacy that has been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

you look into wonyoung’s eyes, searching for an answer, a clue. and then, you know.

“i want to kiss you again.” you say, your voice raspy with emotion.

wonyoung’s eyes light up, and she leans in closer, her lips parting in anticipation. “then what are you waiting for?”

you don’t need to be told twice. you lean in, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that is even more passionate and electrifying than the first. this time, there is no hesitation, no tentativeness. it’s a kiss of pure, unadulterated desire, a melting together of two souls that have finally found their way to each other.

her hands move from yours to cradle your face, her thumbs tracing the contours of your cheeks. you deepen the kiss, your tongues dancing together in a rhythm that is both familiar and new.

the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intoxicating embrace of each other’s lips. time seems to stand still, and all that matters is this moment, this connection, this undeniable spark that ignites between you.

the kiss goes on, deepening and intensifying. you slide her tank top up, exposing her bare skin, and she reciprocates, tugging at the hem of your shirt. the room is heating up, and you feel a desperate need to get closer, to feel every inch of her against you.

you break the kiss, gasping for breath, your bodies trembling with pent–up energy. you pull back slightly, your eyes meeting hers, searching for permission.

until a reality check hits you. you two had escaped from the rodeo.

for your part, you were a little persecuted about the consequences this would bring you. it’s not that your mother was a very strict person who treated you like a little kid, but you did know that you would probably get scolded later for disappearing without telling her beforehand. of course, you had promised her that you would help her take care of the children and help them with the children’s activities during tonight’s rodeo, so yes, you had a more than guaranteed punishment.

but on wonyoung’s part... you were aware of how fussy and traditional her family is and always will be. a typical family with traditions and customs that they make and inherit for generations and generations for many years, like a spiral or an infinity. wonyoung was always rebellious and made it known that she wanted more than just harvesting crops on the farm and taking care of the barnyard animals, but she was always silenced by her parents and labeled as ”being confused by her age” or because she watched too many hollywood programs that were broadcast on television.

“wonyoung, we should go back to the rodeo–.”

“oh, you want a show, huh?" she asked, her voice dripping with sultry promise. now she was... different. you never saw this side of her, or at least, you weren't aware that she had it. “i thought you might.”

turning to face you fully, she put her hands on her hips, striking a provocative pose. she looked like a naughty fantasy version of a cowgirl – the outfit was far too small and tight, clinging to her every curve.

”how’s this, cowgirl?” she asked, doing a little twirl to show off her skirt, the fabric rising a little as wonyoung turned and the panties that were perfectly hugging her round ass. she walked towards you, her hips swaying, until she was standing inches away.

”this is the kind of cowboys show you wanted, right?” she whispered, reaching out to run a finger along your jawline, her touch electric. ”i can give you an even better show if you want... in private.”

“r-really?”

another important fact; wonyoung knows how whipped you’re and you were always for her. wonyoung can’t blame you, but it’s also not her fault that her natural charm and charisma are like a magnet that catches everyone’s attention. ever since you went to kindergarten with her and did most of elementary school with her by your side, she always knew how to have your complete attention and make you practically staring at her all day.

wonyoung smirked at your nervous stammer, finding your flustered reaction adorable. she stepped even closer, until her body was nearly pressed against yours. her fingertips traced along your collarbone as she gazed intensely into your eyes.

“mhmm, really.” she purred, her voice low and breathy. ”i want to show you everything... taste every inch of you."

slowly, teasingly, she began to unbutton the remaining buttons of her blouse, revealing more of her smooth, tanned skin. she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle.

wearing only the skimpy denim skirt and black lace bra now, she reached behind her back to unclasp the bra. she let it fall away, exposing her perfect, full breasts to your hungry gaze. her nipples were already hardened into stiff peaks.

“i want to feel your hands on me.” she breathed, taking your hands and placing them on her bare breasts. “touch me, (y/n). i’m all yours…”

she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest further into your palms. the soft, warm flesh yielded under your fingers as she guided your hands to explore her curves. her skin was incredibly smooth and supple.

“i don’t know how to–”

wonyoung shushed you gently, placing a finger to your lips. her eyes softened with understanding, seeing the inexperience and hesitation in yours. “shhh, it’s okay. i’ll guide you... just let your instincts take over.”

she took your hands and slowly, sensually, began to trail them down her body. she let your fingers brush over the swell of her breasts, down her taut stomach, pausing at the waistband of the tiny denim skirt.

wonyoung’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she looked at you with lidded eyes, her chest heaving with anticipation. she reached down to unbutton the skirt, letting it drop to the floor with a whisper. now she stood before you in nothing but a pair of white lace panties that left little to the imagination.

she took your hands and placed them on her hips, then slowly slid them around to cup her ass. She squeezed the firm globes, urging you to do the same. her skin was incredibly soft and pliant beneath your touch.

“that’s it.” she encouraged breathily. “explore me... discover what feels good. i want to feel your hands all over me.”

she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered. “don’t be shy, (y/n)... i want you to touch me like you mean it. i want to feel your desire…”

emboldened by wonyoung’s sensual guidance and the building heat between your legs, you began to explore her body with growing confidence. your hands roamed over her soft, smooth skin, caressing and squeezing the curves you found there.

you slid your hands up her sides, feeling the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. cupping her breasts, you marveled at their weight and softness in your palms. you could feel her nipples hardening even further against your touch.

wonyoung let out a soft moan, arching into your hands as they mapped out her body. she reached out to grasp your wrists, guiding your hands lower, over her stomach, until they rested on the waistband of her panties.

“touch me, (y/n).” she breathed against your ear, her voice ragged with desire. “i want to feel your fingers on my skin... i’m so hot for you right now.”

she nipped at your earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. her hips undulated slightly, rubbing her nearly bare mound against your thigh. you could feel the damp heat of her arousal even through the thin lace barrier.

wonyoung pulled back to look at you, her eyes dark and heavy–lided with lust. her chest heaved with each ragged breath, and a flush of arousal colored her cheeks. she gazed at you expectantly, waiting for you to make the next move, to claim her as she had claimed you.

spurred on by the raw desire in wonyoung’s eyes and the way her body trembled under your touch, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her panties. with a sudden tug, you yanked them down her long legs, baring her most intimate places to your hungry gaze.

wonyoung gasped, a sound of pleasure and surprise, as cool air hit her heated flesh. she stepped out of the puddle of lace, now fully nude before you. the sight of her, with her toned body and glistening pink folds, made your mouth go dry with want.

unable to resist any longer, you leaned down and pressed your lips against her stomach, feeling the taut muscles quiver beneath your touch. you trailed kisses lower, over her mound, until you reached the apex of her thighs. wonyoung let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in your hair as she guided your face closer to her dripping sex. the scent of her arousal filled your nostrils, musky and intoxicating.

“yes, my love.” she breathed out. “taste me... i’m so wet for you.”

she spread her legs wider, giving you an unobstructed view of her pink, swollen folds. her clit peeked out from beneath its hood, already engorged and throbbing with need.

and unable to resist any longer, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mound, inhaling the heady scent of her arousal. wonyoung’s fingers tangled in your hair, holding you close as you explored her with your mouth.

you dragged your tongue along her slit, tasting her essence, before focusing on her sensitive clit. you circled the hardened nub with the tip of your tongue, flicking and stroking it until wonyoung was writhing against your mouth.

“oh fuck, (y/n)!” she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of her bedroom. “don’t stop... please don’t stop…”

emboldened by her reaction, you suckled her clit, then slid two fingers deep into her tight, wet heat. her walls clenched around the intrusion, drawing you in deeper. you pumped your fingers in and out of her, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside her that made her see stars.

wonyoung rutted her hips against your hand, fucking herself on your fingers as you pleasured her. her juices coated your hand, dripping down your wrist. the obscene sound of her wetness filled the room, mingling with her wanton moans and cries.

wonyoung’s body tensed, her muscles pulling taut as a coil of tension wound tighter and tighter in her core. her grip on your hair tightened, fisting almost painfully as she held you in place.

“fuck, fuck, fuck... i’m gonna... ah–” wonyoung’s words dissolved into a guttural moan as her orgasm crashed over her. her pussy clamped down around your fingers like a vice, fluttering and pulsing as waves of ecstasy radiated out from her core.

you felt the hot gush of her release flooding your hand, dripping down your wrist and forearm. the taste of her, the scent of her arousal, the sound of her pleasure – it was intoxicating. you couldn’t get enough.

as the aftershocks began to subside, wonyoung went limp, slumping back against the wall behind her. she panted harshly, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. slowly, she released her grip on your hair, her fingers uncurling from the strands.

with a trembling hand, she reached down to cup your cheek, tilting your face up to look at her. there was a dazed, blissful look in her eyes, a satisfied smirk on her kiss–swollen lips.

“that... was incredible.” she murmured, her voice still ragged. “you're a natural, big girl. but don’t think we’re done yet..."

she pushed off the wall and grabbed your hand, hauling you up and onto the bed with her. she shoved you down onto the mattress, crawling over you with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“now it’s my turn to make you scream.” she purred, a wicked promise in her voice. “and i have a feeling you’re going to scream very loudly indeed…”

she reached over to the nightstand drawer, rummaging inside before pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube.

“now, can you take those off or do you need my help?” wonyoung questions, raising an eyebrow as she moves one of her hands towards your body, pointing at your body. at first you didn’t understand what she meant because you were still overwhelmed by all the previous events that happened in a short period of time, like a blink of an eye – but then you realized she was talking about your pants, of course.

“oh, i– sure, i can do that.” with your cheeks flushed from her bold question, you brought your hands to the waistband of your pants, opening your belt buckle and unbuttoning the button and unzipping your pants with some clumsiness in the process, but accomplishing the task at hand. taking off your shoes and kicking them off your feet, you completely pull your jeans off your legs, leaving you with only your t–shirt and underwear on.

“you forgot about those.” to surprise you even more with her boldness, wonyoung is quick to approach you and finish preparing you for her, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, pulling your boxers down your thighs, releasing your throbbing cock from its confines, causing it to stand up happily and give a small thud against your stomach.

“now you’re ready for me. now lie down on the bed and wait for me.” she purred, tearing open the condom packet with her teeth. she rolled the latex sheath over your stiff cock with practiced ease, giving it a squeeze at the base.

next, she drizzled a generous amount of lube over your length, stroking you from base to tip until you glistened with the slick substance. she tossed the bottle aside and straddled your hips, the heat of her bare pussy radiating against your thighs.

wonyoung reached down to line you up with her entrance, rubbing the swollen head of your cock against her slick folds. she teased herself with the contact, coating your tip with her arousal until it was slippery with her juices. this action made you whimper due to the contact, closing your eyes and throwing your head back to rest it against the headboard of the bed, pushing your hips up in search of more contact.

with a roll of her hips, she sank down onto you, taking you inch by deep inch into her tight, clutching heat. she threw her head back with a guttural moan as you stretched her open, filling and completing her utterly.

“oh fuck yes.” she gasped, her walls fluttering around your thickness. “you feel so fucking big inside me... stretching me so good.”

once you were fully sheathed inside her, she began to move, rolling her hips in a sensual grind. she rocked against you, savoring the feeling of your cock throbbing deep inside her.

wonyoung braced her hands on your chest and started to ride you in earnest, lifting herself up until just the tip remained inside her, then slamming back down to take you to the hilt. her tits bounced with each powerful thrust of her hips, drawing your gaze to her perfect breasts.

and well, it seemed like her tits wanted to completely steal your attention! yes, you could have a beautiful woman in front of your eyes and making you feel so good while looking like a goddess in front of you, but having such a perfect, round pair of breasts moving in front of your face was something that took you out of reality and made you forget everything around you so you could only focus on them.

but of course, you could literally be fucking your childhood best friend now, but you were still a little nervous about making a big move or a daring action.

“can i…–?”

wonyoung looked down at you, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she saw the hunger in your eyes. she could tell exactly what you wanted, and she was more than happy to oblige.

“go ahead, baby.” she purred, arching her back to thrust her breasts forward invitingly. “touch them... taste them... i want to feel your mouth on me.”

she grabbed your head and pulled it to her chest, pushing her nipple against your lips. the stiff peak brushed your mouth, begging to be suckled. the scent of her perfume mixed with the unique aroma of her arousal was intoxicating.

wasting no time, you opened your mouth and drew her nipple inside, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud. wonyoung let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in your hair as you suckled her.

“that’s it.” she encouraged breathily, holding your head in place. “suck on my tits while I ride this fucking cock. fuck, you’re driving me crazy…”

she began to bounce on your lap with renewed vigor, her hips slamming against yours with each powerful thrust. the wet sounds of your coupling filled the room, mingling with wonyoung’s increasingly loud moans and cries of pleasure.

you switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as the first. wonyoung’s fingers tightened in your hair, holding you to her chest as she rode you with wild abandon. her body trembled and shook, teetering on the brink of another explosive climax.

wonyoung let out a sharp cry of pleasure as you sucked harder on her nipple, your teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. she arched her back, pushing more of her breast into your eager mouth. Her fingers tightened almost painfully in your hair, holding you in place.

“yes, just like that.” she panted, her voice ragged with arousal. “bite me, (y/n)... mark me... make me yours!”

spurred on by her desperate pleas, you closed your teeth around her nipple and bit down, not hard enough to truly hurt her, but with enough pressure to make her see stars. at the same time, you reached down to rub her clit in tight circles, feeling it swell and throb under your touch.”

you didn’t let up, continuing to suck and nip at her nipples while rubbing her clit through her climax. each touch sent aftershocks of pleasure radiating out from her core, drawing out her orgasm until it felt like it would never end.

wonyoung’s moans grew louder and more desperate as she rode you harder, chasing her impending release. her nails raked down your chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake as she clung to you.

“fuck, i’m getting close.” she panted, her voice tight with strain. “don’t stop, (y/n)... don’t you dare fucking stop!”

she slammed down onto you one last time, taking you as deep as physically possible. her pussy clamped down around you like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly as her orgasm crashed over her.

you felt her juices gush around your cock, soaking through the condom and dripping onto the sheets below. the sensation of her coming undone around you, combined with the taste of her skin and the sound of her screams, pushed you over the edge.

with a guttural groan, you thrust up into her one last time, your cock pulsing and throbbing as you found your own release. you filled the condom with spurt after spurt of your hot seed, your body shuddering with the intensity of your orgasm.

wonyoung collapsed against your chest, both of you panting and drenched in sweat. she nuzzled into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your skin as she slowly came down from her high.

“holy shit.” she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming. “that was... fuck, that was incredible. you’re amazing.”

she lifted her head to look at you, a satisfied smirk on her well–fucked face. her eyes sparkled with mischief and promise.

“but don’t think we”re done yet.” she purred, a wicked gleam in her eye. “we’ve got all night long... and i plan to make the most of every minute of it.”

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A LEGACY THAT IS NEVER BORING!!👩🏼‍🌾

Introduction:

This is the Never Get Bored Legacy Challenge, a ten-generation legacy that is meant to make you “never get bored” of your sims again! Each generation has some form of drama that you will have to decide what happens next. To make you obsessed with the Sims 4 again!!

Requirements:

This legacy challenge uses most of the packs. This is the Un-Modded version. There is a modded version if you’d prefer to play that!

Rules:

-You can play on any lifespan you want I recommend Normal or Long!

-Complete all the goals for each generation. Dress your sims in the colors for that specific gen.

-You can skip certain goals or gens if you don’t have the pack!

- No cheating money unless it’s at the beginning to start the challenge. No cheating skills, career etc. this is a challenge!

-No adjusting or changing the legacy challenge!

-If you share it, please use the hashtag #sims4nevergetboredlegacy and tag me @storytellerwhims

-Have fun, enjoy the legacy challenge!

Before You Play:

This legacy challenge has realistic fiction elements that may be uncomfortable or triggering. For some people this legacy challenge is meant for people sixteen and older!

Gen.1 Farmer Who Falls In Love Struggles and Has an Affair👩🏻‍🌾❤️‍🔥

You are a sim who loves nature and everything it has to offer. So you try to achieve that dream of living in the wild. You move to Henford on Bagley and suddenly you're mesmerized by the beauty which the world holds. You garden and own a farm tending to it day by day. You do that till one day your life changes when you meet someone. With the same outlook on life as you! You marry them, have kids and they become all you think about. Now you're so busy with your family your farm starts to suffer. So to avoid your farm from dying and your family. You have an affair… With a rich sim who can save you and your partner's farm. You manage to save your farm and pay bills but what happens now. Will your partner find out or will you go on and still be with them?

Gen.1 Requirements:

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Animal Enthusiast, Non-Commitol and Vegetarian

Aspiration: Country Caretaker

Colors: Green and Light Blue

Career: Gardener

Starting Out:

Live in Henford on Bagley

Start In a Small Rundown Cottage

Start with Zero Simoleons

Goals:

-Be in the Gardener career reach level five of the career.

-Max the Gardening and Parenting Skills

-Plant a beautiful garden full of watermelons, lettuce, pumpkins, Aubergines etc.

-Have at least one cow or llama

-Have at least two chickens

-Make money from your farm by selling your produce, fruits and vegetables. Also by selling your eggs and milk your livestock make.

-Meet someone who loves nature like you, marry them and have at least two kids.

-Neglect your farm after you start your family.

-Have an affair with a rich sim who can save your dying farm.

-Move your affair partner in and take their money. Or divorce your spouse and marry your affair partner for money.

-Decide the fate of your sims relationship and family.

Gen.2 Cheerful Chef Blows Bubbles and Quits their Job to Flip Waffles🫧🧇

You grew up on a farm with parents who loved their family. Now you're a foodie sim who is full of hope and very cheerful. You move out of your cozy cottage with your family. To Willow Creek where the grass is still green but you're on your own. Away from family you take a chance and get a job as a chef. You enjoy it but it becomes stressful and your head starts to go crazy. So you try the bubble blower. To calm your nerves then one night you become inspired to make homemade waffles. That becomes your new favorite thing to make. Soon you realize that your job isn’t fulfilling. As you originally thought. So you quit and make waffles and sell them at your food stall. You're so thankful to your party animal friend for helping you realize. That you were stuck in your job. So you go out with them to a bar. You drink and blow bubbles so much, you woohoo all night. You wake up and don’t remember Because you're too juiced to recollect anything. After that night you find out you're pregnant. And you're okay with that but what about your Party Animal hookup? Will you tell them what will they think? Will you two be together? It's up to you?!

Gen.2 Requirements:

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Foodie, Cheerful and Erratic

Aspiration: Market Magnate

Colors: Brown and Orange

Career: Culinary/Food Stall Owner

Goals:

-Move to Willow Creek as a Young Adult

-Max the Cooking and Baking Skills

-Reach Level 4 of the Culinary Career then quit.

-Finish the Market Magnante Aspiration

-Make Waffles and more to sell at your food stall.

-Own a Bubble Blower to help calm you!

-Have woohoo with your Party Animal friend after a night at the bar.

-Get pregnant by your Party Animal Friend.

-You decide what happens next, tell the friend you're pregnant or not!

Gen.3 Style Influencer That is Famous for Sleeping with a Celebrity👗⭐❤️‍🔥

Growing up your parents always kept the house smelling good. With the smell of waffles. But you weren’t ever interested in that kind of pleasure. You just want to make people look beautiful so you leave your parents' bubble filled home. To a not so pleasant apartment building or apartment in the city. That’s filled with many rodents. This isn’t what you expected but you stick it through. You become a style influencer. You thought you would be styling and living it up! But it doesn’t go as you expected, So you take a look at options online for easy money. You take a couple of odd jobs from strangers. That makes you some money but one day. You meet a celebrity in need of a favor company for the night. You are single and lonely in the city so you accept their advances. Then before you know it you're famous! But not for your sense of fashion! You're famous for sleeping with a celebrity! Now with your fame you use it to your advantage. Doing all you can to get your clothing sketches out there to become real! Now you're a big shot style influencer in love with someone stylish like you! And have children who you hope will never learn. About how you became famous for the wrong reasons. You meet up with your celebrity hookup who made you famous. Will it end as just friends or an affair? The choice is yours to make!

Gen.3 Requirements:

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Self Assured, Lovebug and Creative

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Colors: Hot Pink and Purple

Career: Style Influencer

Goals:

-Move to an apartment building in any world or regular apartment in the city.

-Join the Style Influencer career and reach level 5 in the career.

-Do odd jobs to make money on the side.

-Max Painting, Romance Skills and Reach Level Five in the Charisma Skill.

-Be a level One Celebrity for the wrong reasons. Sleeping with a celebrity! (You can cheat this part for story purposes.)

-Own a Small Bussiness Hair Salon that obtains a three star level. Once you reached level 5 in your career. You can quit your job after that to work at the salon!

-Reach level Four Celebrity Status

-Marry a High Maintenance Sim

-Have at least two children

-Meet up again with your celebrity hookup. Decide if things stay friendly or get spicy once again!

Gen.4 Inadequate Athlete Loses Confidence and Becomes a Teacher🥊🍎

You're bad to the bone and your parents knew it. Your parent made people look pretty. But all you want to do is bruise them up. As a kid and teen you were always a rebel never being close with your family. Now as a young adult you're going to the gym staying there all night. You become an Athlete you may not be a professional. Yet but you got a “body made of iron” ready for action. All the way through your young adult life. You become well known for your tough personality and for how great a Athlete you are. But something happens as an adult your body doesn’t do what it used too. So you lose your confidence and become a teacher to kids who are trouble. Just like you were but you meet a coworker who raises your self esteem. You two go out and it all goes well but you're not into getting married. Though so that’s as far as it goes and your partner is okay with that. You both decide to have a baby. It seems like you have a nice family but then you and your partner break up. Now you're left with a child you don’t know how to parent. You're a teacher, that doesn’t mean you're a role model. Will you try and teach your child? Or will you give up and let them be how they're going to be, and become a bad parent? The choice is yours!

Gen.4 Requirements:

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Mean, Self Assured and Gloomy

Aspiration: Body Builder

Colors: Red and Blue

Career: Athletic

Goals:

-Have a bad relationship with your family.

-Move out to any world you want.

-Join the Athletic Career and Reach Level 6 of the career.

-Quit the Athletic Career as an Adult and Join the Education Career Reach Level 5.

-Reach Level 8 in the Fitness Skill and Reach Level 5 in the Research and Debate Skill.

-Workout at the Gym Twice a Week boxing.

-Have a workout room in your house/apartment

-Meet a Coworker in the Education Career Date them and have a baby with them.

-Have at least one child

-Break up with your partner

-Decide to try to be a good parent..or not the choice is yours!

Gen.5 Chess Legend That Has a Big Ego♟😏

You are a genius despite how mean your parent was. You turned out okay but as a child and teen you both had rough patches. But no matter what issues you and your parent had. You always leaned on chess. To settle your nerves about being raised by an inadequate athlete who is now a bad teacher. You challenge others to chess and end up being in your opinion the best. Not everyone agrees but that’s fine with you! In high school your ego got the best of you. Since being such a genius, you quit going to school. You felt you learned everything what’s left to know!? Now you're a teen living your life as a “chess legend.” On your own cause you left home. But you get a job not one that is something you particularly like. But it pays after all you're meant to be a chess player. So, when you're a young adult you mentor others in logic. Proving to others that you are the best! You start to become a professional chess player! But your ego gets the best of you like most things do. So, to settle it, you find someone online on cupid's corner dating app. Chat with them, they become your friend and then it leads to more. You marry and have kids but barely notice they’re there. Because you're too focused on being a chess champ. But your partner is annoyed by you neglecting them and your kids. So what about your partner and you!? Will you both work it out or will they take the kids if you both divorce! Your ego may once again get the best of you!

Gen.5 Requirements

Lifestage: Start as a Teen

Traits: Genius, and Neat (Add Self Absorbed as a young adult.)

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Colors: Black and White

Career: Lawyer

Goals:

-Have a complicated relationship with your parent. (Depends how bad it is based on your choice last Gen.)

-Do not Graduate high school because of your big ego.

-Move out to any world in an apartment or house as a teen.

-Have a job that’s not what you enjoy such as retail or barista.

-Play chess on your own and with others as a teen. (You can create a chess club with get together.)

-Max the Logic Skill

-Mentor others in Logic at least 5 times!

-Meet someone on the cupid's corner app. Date, marry and have kids with them.

-Have at least one child

-Neglect your Child/Children and partner to focus on being a chess legend!

-Decide if you and your partner stick through it together. For your kids to stay together or decide to let your ego take over. And divorce and split up the kids. The choice is yours!

Gen.6 Hopeless Romantic Photographer Gets Their Heartbroken and Becomes a Loner📷💔

You are the total opposite of yourself absorbed parent who only cares about chess. As a kid and teen you were very outgoing a true people pleaser. Now as a young adult you desire a soulmate to support you with your photo taking hobby. So like the movies you meet someone at a bar one night while you were by yourself drinking. They immediately sweep you off your feet and buy you a few drinks. You end up getting tipsy and have woohoo with them. All you remember is that it was amazing you were a virgin. They took it from you and you're okay with that. Because you love them you feel that you both have true love at first sight. So you ask them out, they say yes but little do you know how toxic they will be. For you, you go out with them and things seem amazing. It seems like you’ve found your soulmate but after finding out you're pregnant. You tell them and they emotionally scar you! They don’t want kids and want nothing to do with you. They used you so you're left all alone heartbroken. Taking pictures of nature because that’s what calms you. You turn it into a career to make something of your life now that your heart got “ripped out!” You become a loner raising your child on your own. You never thought you’d be a single parent but here you are! Do you decide to stay a loner forever and focus on your child? Or do you at some point find somebody who understands your untrusting ways? The choice is yours to make!

Gen.6 Requirements

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Romantic, Creative and Clumsy (Switch Romantic for Loner after your heartbroken)

Aspiration: Soulmate

Colors: Light Purple and Midnight Blue

Career: Freelance Photographer

Goals:

-Live in a Cozy Small Home in any world

-Be in the Freelance Photographer Career

-Max the Photography Skill and Reach Level 5 of the Charisma Skill.

-Go to a bar and meet your “true love!”

-Woohoo with them, date them and end up pregnant.

-Tell them you're pregnant and they react poorly and you break up.

-Become a Loner (switch the Romantic trait out for Loner.)

-Be a single parent

-Decide if you stay a loner and focus on your child. Or if you find somebody the choice is yours!

Gen.7 Personal Trainer Who is Obsessed with Looking Buff💪🏻🥦

You were raised in a hopeless home but full of love by your single parent. As a child and teen you were always interested in playing sports. Now as a young adult you’ve found a love for not someone but something. Training athletes to become the top dog at whatever they're doing. You move to a trailer in Oasis Springs, perfect just for you and your dog. Who stays right beside you. Together you spend your days going for runs. Training yourself to be the best personal trainer you can be! You own and run a gym. Where you make sure everyone takes care of their body. Along the way you get side tracked by a handsome/beautiful someone your training. You show off your muscles and ask them out. You date and things go well they want you to make them. Into a perfect athlete you get pressured so under pressure. You start eating super healthy and your muscles start grow. Now you're the best trainer but at what cost. You're obsessed with your body image and how people perceive it. You and your trainee. Work out because you prepared them to take over the sports world. Ya’ll marry and have kids but now you're getting really buff. From all the vegetables you keep eating do you stop? Or do you continue and look like a cartoon muscle figure?!

Gen.7 Requirements

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Vegetarian, Bro and Self Assured

Aspiration: Body Builder

Colors: Grey and Navy

Career: Athlete

Goals:

-Move to Oasis Springs into a Trailer

-Join the Athletic career and reach Level 10 of the career.

-Max the Fitness and Wellness Skills

-Get distracted romantically by one of your Trainee’s.

-Start eating healthy by only eating things on the vegetarian cooking list.

-Own a Gym of your own

-Date and Marry your Coworker

-Have at least one child

-Go to the gym and workout routinely

-Decide if you want to continue to eat healthy to stay looking muscly or decide to stop?! Start eating unhealthily instead? The choice is yours!!

Gen.8 Tattoo Artist Who Discovers Their a Witch/Wizard💘🔮

Your parent was the greatest personal trainer but you aren’t athletic, you're an artist. Growing up you were always drawing after school or even during. When class became too boring though you managed to graduate. So you could go off to college. Studying art was what you truly thought would lift you up. But you keep having this feeling there’s something strange about you. You make it through the first couple semesters of college till. One day you start to feel like a place called Glimmerbrook is calling you. So you take a break from school to go off to some possible. Made up place to figure out what this weird Ora is your feeling. You travel to Glimmerbrook and see a portal at the edge with a waterfall. You travel through and are stunned by what you've seen. A witch meets up with you and tells you were chosen. To be a witch/wizard it’s in your DNA from a long line of witches and wizards. In your family you can’t believe it because your family is mortal. But they assure you not your whole family is or was. They bless you and unlock your power so afterwards you learn magic. On your own in a home in Glimmerbrook where you can roam. Sadly college wasn’t your calling but you become a tattoo artist. Walking amongst mortals everyday keeping you’re cool. Only using magic when you're on your own. But this power has become a lot to handle now that you feel. That you want to meet someone, have a love life and not end up alone. There’s a human at work who has their loving eyes on you. So do you decide to keep your power and risk being alone forever? Or do you meet someone who is a witch/wizard like you. Be in an arranged relationship/marriage. To keep your magical life a secret or do you give up your magical abilities. To live a mortal life with someone you could really love.

Gen.8 Requirements

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Skeptical, Art Lover and Lovebug

Aspiration: Spellcraft and Sorcery

Colors: Mauve and Gold

Career: Tattoo Artist

Goals:

-Go off to college, be in the Fine Arts Degree do well but only make it through a couple semesters.

-Go to Glimmerbrook to and talk to a witch about your weird ora’s and become a witch/wizard.

-Max the Tattooing Skill

-Complete the Spellcaster and Sorcery aspiration

-Drop Out of university and move to Glimmerbrook.

-Own a Tattoo Parlor be a Tattoo Artist

-Practice magic on your own daily

-Meet a mortal who has their loving eyes on you. Decide if you give up your powers to be with them? Or if you keep your powers and end up alone? Or be with a witch/wizard that is arranged. The choice is yours to make!!

-If you decide to end up alone, have a science baby.

-If not and you end up giving up your powers to be with a mortal. Or Being with a witch/wizard keeping your powers.

-Have a baby/babies with your mortal partner or witch/wizard partner.

-Have at least one child

Gen.9 Undertaker Crime Fanatic Witnesses Death of Their Lover🔍☠️

You are the child of a witch/wizard who gave up their powers or didn’t for love. Now you face your own version of magic solving cases of peoples mysterious disappearance or death. As a child and teen you loved old crime shows. It was an obsession and you knew from that point on. You wanted to be a Undertaker after you graduated high school. You went head first into grave digging No college needed! They're in need of new people to help them bury bodies whom have no name. So you don’t question it and grab a shovel. You do well solving crazy schemes of these bodies your coworkers underestimated you! But now you’ve proven you are more than a grave digger. So ya’ll go out for drinks at a lounge. There you meet a shady person who. You couldn’t help but stare at they were beautiful/handsome. In the most supernatural way possible but you didn’t know why? You sit with them and talk they are taken by you and you them. After that night the only time you both see each other. Is at night and you start to wonder what kind of mysterious things. Their doing that causes them to only meet up with you at night. Things start to go in a risky direction with your dark figured love interest. Warns you before you both get intimate that they are not human. You were a bit shook by the news but it slowly faded. As you kissed and woohooed with them. The next morning you were feeling a lot of emotions as you saw your dead mysterious lover. Lifeless when they were just making love to you last night. Now you don’t know what to do!? You leave the house and head to work with a secret that could be the death of you too!! You keep the secret and go on with your life. Meet somebody who’s definitely human, date, marry and have kids with them. Become a very detective quitting digging graves to dig into crime cases! But it dons on you sometimes. How did your mysterious lover die?? Will you ever tell anyone the truth of what happened? Would your partner be weirded out by it!? Or will you bury it with you and hide their grave/ashes?? The choice is yours to make!!

Gen.9 Requirements:

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Nosy, Macabre and Genius

Aspiration: Ghost Historian

Colors: Maroon and Jet Black

Career: Undertaker/Detective

Goals:

-Move to San Myshuno into an apartment

-Join the of the career Undertaker career and reach level 5 of the career. Then switch to the Detective career when your an Adult.

-Max the Logic and Photography Skills

-Have a couple enemies to friends and coworkers go to the lounge with them.

-Meet a Mysterious Vampire at the Lounge

-Meet up with them and have a fling only at night three times.

-The last night of your affair your vampire lover died and you witnessed it. (Cheat it for them to die from poison for story purposes.)

-Hide the grave/urn in your apartment

-Keep a picture of you and them in your apartment in memory.

-Keep the secret of the affair and death of your immortal love.

-Move on after years as an Adult date, marry and have kids with them.

-Have at least one child

-Decide if you keep the secret of your vampiric lover’s death a secret forever? From your family, friends and partner or if you tell it!? How will they react?? The choice is yours to make!!

Gen.10 Criminal Marries a Confection Royal and Murders Them🍭👑

Your parent was the smartest undertaker that ever lived! Their life was crazy and full of mystery and secrets. Now your life is dastardly and mischievous. As a child and teen you played pranks on your family and friends. Enjoying stealing kids lunch money and cash from your parents piggy bank. You don’t pass not one class in high school. But you go to this candy shop everyday! Known all around this very famous family owns it. And you have your eyes set on the owner to steal their candy cotted crown away! So as a Young Adult you join the criminal career to find out how to steal! That beloved candy shop away from those snobby sweets family! You charm your way into one of the owners' hearts. Just enough to get them to wanna give you a ring! Once you have it you feel unstoppable like a real villain who’s going to get the crown! You marry them and have a family. Then one night you feed them dinner. Poorly made Pufferfish Nigeria which poisons them. Now is finally your time to take over the candy empire! Will everyone find out what you did or will you get away with murderous deeds! The choice is up to you!

Gen.10 Requirements:

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Materialistic and Romantic

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Colors: Gold and Silver

Career: Criminal

Goals:

-Don’t do well in school growing up get a C or below.

-Go to the candy shop often growing up.

-Don’t graduate high school

-As a Young Adult, join the criminal career and reach level 10 of the career.

-Max the Mischief and Romance Skills

-Have the junk food fiend lifestyle and or the Adrenaline Seeker lifestyle.

-Seduce the Candy Shop Owner who has the snob trait then Marry them.

-Have at least three children

-Become a Three Star Celebrity

-Cook poor quality Pufferfish Nigeria for your Candy Shop Royalty Partner. (They must die for story purposes if they don’t in game then you can cheat it!)

-Decide if people find out what you did! Do you tell them or your kids? Or just be satisfied with your Candy Shop Empire you stole!? The choice is yours to make!

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