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Minjeong watched the sheriff with wide, innocent eyes, a sly little grin laced on her lips. Her legs dangled, long pants and boot heels purposefully scraping against the floor, the screech loud enough to battle the intimidating stare from the office. Cold night air bit her skin, metallic walls caging her into the small jail cell.
For an outlaw, Minjeong seemed to be caught up like this with Jimin far too often.
It started with Minjeong's usual ruckus around the small little town, down south along the border. Miles away from where she came from, but an outlaw never had a true place to call home. And, her horse liked the little patch of land that was in the barnyard stables. Of course her sweetheart deserved the best.
But Jimin, sheriff of the town, with a hard ass and a cracking whip that sent other outlaws scattering, somehow barely phased Minjeong. Over the months, it was only more and more amusing how irritated Jimin seemed to get. Only because of Minjeong.
Something about Minjeong, the sheriff couldn't stand. Seeing her get angrier and angrier each time she threw Minjeong into the cell was a high she couldn't place. it was the adrenaline, the way Jimin's face scrunched, eyebrows tight. Jaw grit and shirt, arms muscled and rippled, anger barely held back, trembling from her fingertips to the thick bound whip that settled on her hip.
Maybe it was something worse.
Minjeong couldn't care, because she wanted to see Jimin.
Tonight, the moon was well into the night. Air cold, biting through metal and Minjeong's clothes. Jimin stood on the other side of the jail cell, chest heaving as she breathed, her belt loosely wrapped around her waist, only in a button up and loose slacks, skin exposed over her stomach and hips.
"Whaaaat?" Minjeong grinned, her hands bound with cold handcuffs behind her back. "Aww… sorry miss. Did I wake yer from some goooood sleep?" She snickered.
"You are unbelievable." Jimin husked, voice low and scratchy with the vice of sleep, and anger. "You… come back here, after I have warned you. Time after time. Then ye decide to set half of the saloon on fire."
"Tch… not even my fault."
"Oh? So it was an accident?"
Minjeong rolled her eyes with a wide smile. She slowly stood and walked closer to the bars, until she leaned against it, feeling Jimin's hot breath on her face. "Yes. I never told the bartender that he needed to use fire for a cool drink. Do not believe him."
A darker shade bloomed in Jimin's eyes, anger and something darker. She unlocked the cell door, letting the clang ring sharp in the room, her face barely illuminated with moonlight and the oil lamp. She gripped Minjeong's hair and forcefully dragged her out despite the younger girls giggle. "Oh so now you think this is funny? Huh? Is that it? Do you get off knowing how much you fucking piss me off?"
"Officer… owch! You're hurting meee!" Minjeong squealed with a shit eating grin. She leaned closer into Jimin, heart fluttering in excitement. "Maybe you get off knowing you can't touch me… because I did nothing wrong."
"Can't touch you?" Jimin whispered. She stilled, staring down cold, and firm. "Oh I can fucking touch you. You bitch."
With the same movement, Jimin dragged Minjeong across the small room, from jailcell to sheriff desk, and pushed her right over. The oil lamp trembled, papers scattering everywhere, little knick knacks falling and extra bullets rattling in the drawer. She pushed her down, ass up, and the faint sound of the whip slowly unravelled behind Minjeong.
"Oh sheriff… I ain't think that'd be legal." Minjeong smiled, turning her head. She could sprint off, but the sight of seeing Jimin this worked up made her heart almost short-circuit.
"Nothing that comes out of your lips is legal." Jimin growled, her hips flushed to Minjeong's ass. Leather snaked slowly through her palms, ringing in the silence. "And yet, here you are. Ass up, for me, because you love to fucking piss me off. Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Maybe…" Minjeong grinned. "Go on. Do it. I know you won't."
A growl practically huffed from Jimin's lips. With one sharp move, Minjeong's pants came undone, belt buckling and pooling onto the floor, panties to follow. She whined, cold air blossoming goosebumps along the skin on her ass.
"Shut your mouth. You think I'm gonna let you get away with this again?" Jimin huffed. She leaned back, pulling her hips — and bulge — away from Minjeong. Instead, one hand held her hip, and the other one cracked the whip, striking right at Minjeong's ass cheek.
Minjeong squealed like an idiot, her legs kicking up immediately, gutteral groan bubbling up. She pressed her forehead to the cold desk. "T-That is nothing. I… I can get you in so much trouble."
"Oh boohoo… gonna get the town sheriff in trouble? Ain't you just the trouble though?" Jimin snickered, and cracked the whip again. Harder, making deep purple and pink marks blossom wildly. Stinging welts bubbled up following each lash, threatening to break skin and spill blood. Jimin cracked again, flushing Minjeong's ass up against her crotch, letting her feel the sting and her rapidly pulsing bulge. "Deal with it. Fucking deal with it. Stop being a little bitch, and take it."
Minjeong whined, pussy already wetting faster than she wanted, squelching stupidly in the air. She clenched hard with a disgruntled moan, clenching around nothing as the sting radiated electricity up her spine. "Nghh.. ahahhn… you're so stupid if… if ya think this gonna stop me."
"Yeah?" Jimin whispered, shit eating grin all over her lips. She bumped her bulge up harder, again, pressing right up to Minjeong's swelling cunt. "You can't go anywhere. You are here. So stay still. And maybe… maybe I'll play with your cunt like its clearly aching."
"Never…"
"Never?" Jimin chuckled. She brought down the whip, flogging her ass again and again. Pretty stupid moans that muddled in with sharp dry cracks, leather and skin meeting and blooming over and over. "Never… but the way you look at me makes me think otherwise." Jimin practically giggled. Her hand slipped from her waist, sliding down slowly. Two fingers slowly slid down, tracing the puffy wet slit of Minjeong's cunt, barely nudging up against her clit, eliciting a whining gasp. "Maybe I shouldn't touch here…"
"Please…"
"Please what, outlaw?" Jimin nipped. "Please please… stupid. I should have shot you the first time you fucked up here." She sighed, cracking the whip once more before dropping it, replacing it in her hand with cold metal.
Minjeong groaned, little beads of sweat dribbling onto the desk, body shaking like a leaf as the welts deepened and sparked blood all over her ass cheeks, thick purple lines evident enough. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands, writhing as wrists clanked hard with the restraint. "You can't make me say anything!"
"No?"
Minjeong's eyes struggled to adjust to the intense flashes of light as she was flipped onto her back, gasping as the sheriff's bulge pressed onto her soaked cunt. it was humiliating, feeling this weak underneath her, ass bruised, but the thrill of pissing Jimin off made it all worth it.
Until the cold metal of a gun pressed to Minjeong's tremble.
A stupid puppy like whine kicked from her throat, gasping wildly, her cunt clenching and cum dribbling out of her, the sensation almost making her cum on the spot. Cold metal, spinning head, and Jimin's hard bulge. "W-Will be good… m-stupid. 'M stupid… ah ah…"
Jimin laughed, slowly grinding, gun pressing harder. She slowly slid her own pants down, thick cock falling out immediately. Hard, weeping, pretty pink tip and pulsating veins up the length. She pressed the gun harder to Minjeong's head. "See? You are stupid. You get a gun to your head, and all of a sudden you are putty. Cumming on me, and I needn't even touch ya. Should I even fuck you?"
Minjeong nodded so fast, the lights sprinkled into stardust, squirming like a stupid little mutt as she arched into both gun and bulge.
Jimin didn't afford her the grace of a warning. Her hand gripped Minjeong's throat, pulling her up hard, and slammed her whole length into her tight cunt with one thrust. She groaned, letting the tightness envelop her, hips stuttering only slightly, gun pressing in harder.
Minjeong moaned like an idiot, eyes fluttering, and her cunt clenched hard. Her own cum dribbled out, almost squirting against the both of them. "F-Fuuckk… y-you're going to kill me."
"No I won't… ya don't trust a sheriff?" Jimin snarked, voice buttery smooth. She leaned down, only pinning the gun down as hard as she could, keeping Minjeong upright with her hand. The girl could only stupidly moan and whine, gasping at each tight little thrust. "Shut your filthy mouth, you bastard. Shut it."
Minjeong's eyes rolled, a sharp snap that brushed on her g-spot making her vision split. "Hnn.. hghn…"
"Can't even speak, huh?" Jimin husked, groaning, hips snapping harder. The gun wobbled dangerously, bullets within twinkling with the sound, making Minjeong clench stupidly. "Good. Keep… your… mouth shut. You… you fucking…"
Jimin's hips slammed, scraping the desk loudly, the oil lamp wobbling dangerously. She snapped her hips, cock driving in harder and harder, trying to press up against Minjeong's cervix. Her tight walls, clenching around her tight and wet, scraping slowly against wild veins, almost sent her right over the edge.
Instead, she shifted the gun, pressing the tip right against Minjeong's mouth, hand tightening on her throat to restrict her breathing. "Lick it, and be a good girl. And I'll be nice."
Minjeong stared up with wide, glassy eyes, pupils blown out stupidly. She took the tip of the gun into her mouth and licked and suckled, dribbling drool on herself and the gun.
Fuck. Jimin almost died watching it.
"That's it… be a good girl, keep suckling." Jimin groaned, pressing the gun into her mouth deeper.
Minjeong choked, high and whining, but swallowed it all.
With a loud chuff, and a bang of the desk up against the wall, Jimin slammed herself in as deep as she could, pressing up on Minjeong's cervix. Hot thick cum immediately flooded into Minjeong, hips stuttering as they tried to catch up with the tightness that clung to Jimin's cock.
Minjeong wailed pathetically, knees hitting Jimin's sides over and over, drool all down her face as her cunt pulsated, smearing their mixed cum everywhere. "—aahhn.. hah hah…"
Jimin bit her lip, wishing she could capture the sight of Minjeong like this. But… she couldn't afford to get ahead of herself. "You bastard…" Jimin whispered. She pulled out, ignoring the pathetic whines from the younger girl, cum following in a sticky fashion. She pulled the gun out of Minjeong's mouth, not before smearing her drool all over her cheek. "Dirty… dirty bitch. Don't look… don't look at me like that."
Minjeong giggled, eyes still hazy, keeping her legs spread even as cum dripped slowly onto the floor beneath them. "Oh sheriff likes meee~ can I sleep with you in your bed tonight?"
Jimin glowered and yanked Minjeong's pants right back up immediately. "No fucking way. You've ruined my night enough."
"Didn't look like that when you were moaning and shoving your dick in—"
Jimin cut the girls sentence off with a slam of the cell door, locking the girl back up for the night. With a glower, she pressed her head to the bars. "You're the worst."
"And so are you, sheriff~"
Jimin grunted. Her crotch bloomed hot again at the defiance. "I'll swing round in the mornin' to let ya out."
"I can't wait to see you again."
"Shut up, Minjeong."
Minjeong could only grin. Even with her ruined pants, and her heart rate still spinning… maybe she was peeling back a layer on the sheriff.