After your older brothers move away for college your father hires 3 new ranch hands to pick up the work they’ve left behind.
Murata Fuma, one of the new ranch hands, captures your heart and mind. His tall muscular frame makes it nearly impossible to ignore him, and as the seasons change so do your feelings for him. What happens when an innocent crush turns into something more, and why do feel like Fuma feels the same way ?
!!! Warnings !!!
Age Gap (20 - 27), younger reader, older Fuma, eventual smut, MNDI, slow burn, virgin reader, creepy men, making out, underage drinking, protective Fuma, semi public sex, fingering, oral (M and F receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (pls god wear protection), use of pet names (baby, darling, doll), multiple orgasms, marking, disapproving father, Nico and Maki mentioned, Gentleman Fuma
Chapter 2 Preview
Eventually, you made it to the pier, laying your towel down on the wood panels. You placed your items down and went to peel your shirt off, it landed down next to you with a plop. You kneeled on the towel, grabbing some sunscreen, and lathered your body with it, ensuring ultimate protection from the sun's rays. Once you were done, you stretched out along the towel, allowing your body to soak up the warmth from the sun. With your eyes closed, you lazily searched around for your book, and once you felt it, you snagged it off the ground, eager to start reading where you left off.
The book was like any classic romance, Friends-to-lovers, small town, and brother's best friend tropes. Your mother had good taste, you think. Hours and hours passed as you read the book, some scenes making your cheeks burn and thighs clench. Before you knew it, it was almost sundown. The world now was baked in a warm glow. You place your book down on the pier and close your eyes, letting yourself bask in the light. The sun's rays peered through leaves with the nearby magnolia trees, painting your body in a warm light that danced across your skin with the changing winds. The world seemed to be still as you slipped further and further into serenity.
Your peace was broken, though, when a dark shadow crept up over your form. You nervously opened your eyes, scared to see what was hovering over you. Your eyes jolted open to see your dog scout staring at you, mouth open and panting his hot breath over you. Before you could react, he started attacking you with kisses all over your face. You squealed loudly, laughing out loud.
“SCOUT STOP,” you say in between giggles
He, having no intention of stopping, continues to assault your face. You push him away, but he comes back stronger, causing you to yell out. Eventually, he seems to have had his fill of kisses as he backs away from you to plop his butt down next to you on your towel, clearly happy with his actions. You push yourself up and proceed to wipe the slobber he left behind on your face.
“Ugh, Scout!” you exclaim, taking your hands and dramatically wiping the slobber back onto him. You broke out into another fit of giggles, unaware of a looming presence coming your way.
“You alright?” Fuma yells your way
Your fit of giggles abruptly stops at his voice.
This man, the whole reason you came here to relax, was right behind you.
Your heart drops to your stomach, unsure of what to do. The nerves from the morning reigniting in your stomach.
Another shadow forms over you this time, assuredly from Fuma.
You turn to look at him, a smile stretched along your face, trying to play it cool.
“Yeah, why wouldn't I be”
“Oh well, I just heard you scream. So I thought I’d come check on you, it was kinda loud, ya know.” he says
“Oh, sorry, Scout just decided to attack me with his kisses,” you say, jokingly irritated
He laughed lightly before looking beside you. You follow his eyes to your romance novel that is lying on the ground open to the most recent chapter you had reached. His hand gingerly grabs the book before snatching it up to his own eyes.
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After your older brothers move away for college your father hires 3 new ranch hands to pick up the work they’ve left behind.
Murata Fuma, one of the new ranch hands, captures your heart and mind. His tall muscular frame makes it nearly impossible to ignore him, and as the seasons change so do your feelings for him. What happens when an innocent crush turns into something more, and why do feel like Fuma feels the same way ?
!!! Warnings !!!
Age Gap (20 - 27), younger reader, older Fuma, eventual smut, MNDI, slow burn, virgin reader, creepy men, making out, underage drinking, protective Fuma, semi public sex, fingering, oral (M and F receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (pls god wear protection), use of pet names (baby, darling, doll), multiple orgasms, marking, disapproving father, Nico and Maki mentioned, Gentleman Fuma
Chapters: 1,
Chapter 1 Preview…..
As you wait for him to come back, you hear the soft thuds of someones work boots walking towards you. You turn to look at where the sound is coming from, and lock eyes with Fuma. Your heart stops just for a moment as you watch him walk up to you. Hes dressed in a pair of jeans that are scuffed with dirt marks, more than likely from working out in the field. His white wife beater tank top peaks out from beneath his red flannel which has been unbuttoned, the sleeves are rolled up and scrunch around the muscle of his biceps probably to try and relieve him from some of the heat from the Texas sun. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of him. You rip your eyes away from his and look down at the ground all of a sudden feeling shy in his gaze.
“Good mornin (Y/N)” he says with a slight southern drawl and oh so softly. His voice sounds like butter on a hot skillet, it puts you in a trance and you nearly forget that hes probably waiting for a response.
You cough to clear your throat, cheeks heating up at the fact you’ve just been clearly ogling him.
“Good mornin Fuma” you say entirely too soft, worried your voice may betray you.
His eyes soften at the tone in your voice, his expression and the way hes feeling clear to anyone that may be around, but some how oblivious to you.
“Has Maki been botherin you?”
“Oh no, actually, he’s helping me out right now, he’s getting some eggs for breakfast,” you say and point with your hand in the direction of where Maki had run off to. Fuma's eyes follow your motion, but stop and widen at the view of your battered and beaten hand. He gently grabs your wrist, pulling it closer to him to examine it.
“What happened here?” He questions
His touch making your brain stall at his question. Theres a clear pause inbetween his question and your answer.
“Ohhh Um Bertha gave me a beatin early when I tried to collect her eggs”
He humms out a sound of understanding. He slowly twists your wrist in his thoroughly examining the damage. His fingers start to move. His thumb lightly grazes over the bite marks on the back of your hand, rubbing the area in an attempt to sooth the pain your feeling.
“How bout this, when Maki comes back with the eggs I’ll help you clean off your wounds”
Your eyes widen at his offer “Oh no you dont have to really I’m fine” you say with a chuckle trying to brush off his offer.
“Oh, I know I don't have to… But I want to”
Author Note:
Hi y'all, this is my first time writing a fanfic, so let me know what you think of this preview and if you want to be added to the tag list!
After your older brothers move away for college your father hires 3 new ranch hands to pick up the work they’ve left behind.
Murata Fuma, one of the new ranch hands, captures your heart and mind. His tall muscular frame makes it nearly impossible to ignore him, and as the seasons change so do your feelings for him. What happens when an innocent crush turns into something more, and why do feel like Fuma feels the same way ?
!!! Warnings !!!
Age Gap (20 - 27), younger reader, older Fuma, eventual smut, MNDI, slow burn, virgin reader, creepy men, making out, underage drinking, protective Fuma, semi public sex, fingering, oral (M and F receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (pls god wear protection), use of pet names (baby, darling, doll), multiple orgasms, marking, disapproving father, Nico and Maki mentioned, Gentleman Fuma
Word Count: 3.8K
Chapter 1
The crisp summer air blows through your open window, the lace curtains dance in the breeze, causing a slight whooshing noise to emit from them. You lay your hands across the frame, resting your head on them, and peer out into the field below. Your dog, Scout, races around the pond on the side of your house, desperately trying to catch the ducks that are peacefully floating in the middle. Their feathered backs soak in the early morning rays, too relaxed to worry about your dog's futile attempts at reaching them. His barks echo in the distance, and would surely be bothering any neighbors nearby if there were any, but you’re not here to watch your dog.
In the distance near the barn, you can just make out the figure of Murata Fuma, one of your dad's new ranch hands. With your brothers having left for college and a rough winter that led to rotting barns and burst pipes, your father decided it was time to hire some new hands. He had hired three new people: Murata Fuma, Wang Yixiang, and Riki Wilhelm Maus. All of them had been here for a little over three months now, having just started at the beginning of spring.
Riki, the youngest of the three and the closest to your age, was the most energetic and outgoing. His personality made him easy to get along with, and with him being closest to your age, you found yourself becoming close friends fast. Wang Yixiang, the second oldest, was quiet at first, only really talking to the other ranch hands or your father, and seemed to be here strictly for business, but had recently started to warm up to you. The oldest of the three was Murata Fuma. He was a man of few words and was what you would call a gentle giant. His broad shoulders, deep voice, and soft eyes had captivated your soul for the last three months. If you weren't busy tending to the farm or the house, you would always find yourself gazing out the window, watching him work.
Just like you were doing now. Fuma was currently working with Maki to load up hay bales into the bed of his 1970s Ford pickup truck to drop off at the cows' pasture. Though those hay bales must have weighed 100s of pounds, he made lifting them look so easy. You swear if you squinted hard enough, you could see the muscles of his biceps flexing as he tossed them up.
You wonder what those muscles would feel like against your–
“(Y/N)”
The voice of your father suddenly cut through the air.
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the call, causing you to lose your balance and tumble to the ground with a grunt, effectively cutting off your daydreaming.
Must having heard you fall, he calls up again, “YOU OKAY, HONEY"
You rub your butt where you landed, surely going to have a bruise form there later.
“YES, DAD, WHAT IS IT?”
“COME DOWN, WILL YA I HAVE A FAVOR I NEED DONE”
You huff out a breath and fall back against the wood floor with a thud. Already exasperated at the idea of an early morning chore.
“HONEY?” your dad yells up again, questioning if you had heard him.
“I'M COMING” you shout out.
You push yourself off the ground, a slight huff coming out in an exhale at the motion. With a stomp in your step, you pad over to the armoire in front of your bed to choose an outfit for the day. Flicking through the hangers, you decided on a pair of bootcut jeans with a maroon gingham shirt layered over a white tank top, the lace of it just peeking out below the waistline. With your outfit chosen, you grab a pair of white socks and your work boots and slip them over your feet. The dirt from past chores around the farm falls off your boots, leaving a little trail of debris behind
Finally, all dressed for the day, you make your way down the wooden stairs to the first floor to see your father sitting at the dining table reading the morning newspaper. He glances up at the sound of your boots against the hardwood floor. His eyes brighten when they land on you.
“Good morning sunshine, how’d ya sleep?” he says affectionately as he stands up to give you a hug and a kiss on the head.
“Good papa” you hug him back. “What do ya need me for so early in the mornin'?”
He lets you go, but moves his hands up to grip your shoulders.
“Weeeelll” he drags out, “I was thinking maybe we could make the boys some breakfast, you know how they never really eat anything in the mornin, and they've been workin here for a while now, so I’d thought we could do something nice for them.”
“Okay, well what would you need me t-”
“Amazing question” He says a little bit too loud for 7 in the morning
“I need you to go grab some eggs from the chicken coop, I’m thinkin eggs and bacon. What do ya think?”
“That sounds amazing, Papa, I can go grab them now if ya need.”
His eyes light up a little at your words, “Look at you, my little helper. I knew I could always count on you.” he hugs you again and actually lets go this time.
“The basket for the eggs should be out on the patio, but let me know if you can't find it.” He says as he walks away to the kitchen. Slowly getting louder and louder the further away he gets, before eventually he disappears behind the swinging door that leads into the kitchen.
You make your way over to the double doors that lead to the wrap-around patio. Once you make it outside, you find the egg basket sitting right on top of the rocking chair. You grab the handle of the basket and start making your way over to the chicken coop.
As you approach the chicken coop, you can hear their distant clucks grow louder. You make your way through the gate, pushing it open gently with your hip once you unlock it. The chickens bwak at your arrival; some are happier to see you than others. One of the chickens, Priscilla, comes running at your feet, clearly excited to see you. She makes a low purr-like noise and rubs her beak affectionately against the bottom of your boots.
“Priscilla, my angel, I missed you,” you say affectionately, lifting her with ease to rub the side of your face against her head. She purrs louder at your actions, enjoying the affection you're giving her. You grab some chicken feed from a bucket hanging against the fence post and bring the feed up to her face, allowing her to eat from your hand. Once she has her fill, you place her back down gently and pat the top of her head lightly.
You grab the bucket of feed this time and start dispersing some of it on the ground, allowing the chickens to have their breakfast and hopefully distract them while you go grab the eggs. You make your way into the coop and start collecting the eggs. In little time, your basket is almost full to the brim with fresh eggs. Eventually, there's only one pen left to check. You reach your hand in expecting to feel the hard, round shell of an egg, but instead are met with the sting of a beak biting at the top of your hand.
Your hand jerks back at the pain. Your other hand goes to cover the back of your injured hand, putting pressure on the bite to try to relieve some of the pain. You peer into the coop and find a chicken you affectionately named Bratty Bertha. Your shocked expression falls into one of annoyance.
“Hello, Bertha,” you say with a bite at the back of your throat
“Listen, I need these eggs, and you need to get over the fact that they'll never be fertilized. So move it over, lady.”
You swear you see her beady little eyes squint at you and size you up and down. She lets out a loud, angry bwak at you.
“Fine, we’ll do this the hard way, I’m gettin’ these eggs, Bertha, whether you like it or not.”
This time, you approach slowly, hoping not to startle her and maybe even sneak up and grab the eggs from under her, but of course, you don't fool her. She pecks at your hand more than once this time and even harder than the last. When you pull your hand out, there are some very obvious bite marks, some of them even bleeding slightly, as if you had gotten scratched by a cat.
You let out a growl, “Fine, Bertha, you win this time, but I'm coming back, and next time in gettin those eggs.”
She looks up at you with a little victorious glint in her eyes as if she could tell that she just won. With an annoyed huff, you pick up the basket of eggs, missing the few from Bertha but nonetheless full. You make your way out the door with a thud in every step, but before you could leave, you turn around and give her the I’m watching you motion.
You make your way out of the coop and close the gate with a click of the lock. You start walking back towards your house, but before you reach the patio, a strong force tumbles into your back. You feel two strong arms wrap around your midsection, crossing over your arms and effectively locking you into a bear hug.
“Y/N” the person behind you excitedly yells. At the sound of the voice, you can quickly guess who's behind you, Riki, or as you like to call him, Maki. You let out a giggle at his antics, locked in his vice-like grip.
“Maki, you're squeezing me too tight, I can’t breathe.” he loosened his grip around you at your words.
“Opps sorry” he says, taking one of his hands and lightly rubbing the back of his neck.
You turn around in his grip to face him, but as you do so you hear a loud crunch come from underneath one of your shoes. You and him look down to see what made the noise, and discover that at least a dozen of the fresh eggs you had just gathered had cracked on the hard surface of the ground beneath you. Likely due to the force of Maki running into you.
You gasp at the sight, looking now into your basket, there's only half a dozen eggs left, surely not enough to feed five people, especially four grown men. Your face falls at the sight, visibly upset to anyone who may see you.
“I'm sorry (Y/N)” Maki says softly, trying not to make the situation worse.
“It's okay” you say with a sigh “I feel bad those were supposed to be y’all’s breakfast”
“I know, but my papa and I wanted to do something nice for y'all”
You wrap your arms around yourself, self-soothing and not really sure what to do now that your breakfast is lying on the floor in a gooey mess.
“Whoa what happened to your hand? It looks like an angry cat mauled it!”
You lift your tattered hand up to show Maki, “Oh, this, bratty Bertha is what happened”
“I tried to get her eggs, and she decided to take her anger out on me. I wasn't able to grab them before she KO’d my poor hand.”
Maki's face brightens at your words, clearly thinking of some must be genius idea.
“Wait, so there's still some eggs left”
Your eyebrow raises “Yeaahhh…. Don't tell me you're gonna try and get Bertha's eggs”
Before you could say anything, Maki makes a run for it back into the chicken coop from which you came.
“BE CAREFUL” you shout.
As you wait for him to come back, you hear the soft thuds of someone's work boots walking towards you. You turn to look at where the sound is coming from and lock eyes with Fuma. Your heart stops just for a moment as you watch him walk up to you. He's dressed in a pair of jeans that are scuffed with dirt marks, more than likely from working out in the field. His white wife-beater tank top peaks out from beneath his red flannel, which has been unbuttoned, the sleeves are rolled up, and scrunch around the muscle of his biceps, probably to try and relieve him from some of the heat from the Texas sun. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of him. You rip your eyes away from him and look down at the ground, all of a sudden feeling shy in his gaze.
“Good mornin (Y/N)” he says with a slight southern drawl and oh so softly. His voice sounds like butter on a hot skillet; it puts you in a trance, and you nearly forget that he's probably waiting for a response.
You cough to clear your throat, cheeks heating up at the fact that you’ve just been clearly ogling him.
“Good mornin Fuma” you say entirely too soft, worried your voice may betray you.
His eyes soften at the tone in your voice, his expression and the way he's feeling clear to anyone that may be around, but somehow oblivious to you.
“Has Maki been botherin you?”
“Oh no, actually he’s helping me out right now, he’s getting some eggs for breakfast” you say and point with your hand in the direction of where Maki had run off to. Fuma's eyes follow your motion, but stop and widen at the view of your battered and beaten hand. He gently grabs your wrist, pulling it closer to him to examine it.
“What happened here?” He questions
His touch makes your brain stall for a moment. There's a clear pause in between his question and your answer.
“Ohhh Um, Bertha gave me a beatin early when I tried to collect her eggs”
He hums out a sound of understanding. He slowly twists your wrist in his, thoroughly examining the damage. His fingers start to move. His thumb lightly grazes over the bite marks on the back of your hand, rubbing the area in an attempt to soothe the pain you are feeling.
“How bout this, when Maki comes back with the eggs I’ll help you clean off your wounds”
Your eyes widen at his offer “Oh no you don't have to really, I’m fine” you say with a chuckle trying to brush off his offer.
“Oh I know I don't have to… But I want to” his hand moves to wrap around your wrist again. You peer up into his eyes, they look upon you softly like you're something for him to cherish. For a moment, it feels like it is just you and him. The world feels more alive in his presence, the wind pushing along your back like it's urging you closer to him. But before you could soak in this feeling for any longer a loud voice interrupts you two.
“I GOT THEM” Maki yells clearly excited
Your hand jolts away from Fuma's grip as if lightning had struck between the two of you. You whip around to look at Maki, and in his arms are just about a dozen beautiful eggs.
You gasp out in disbelief and excitement “Maki you're amazing, how did you get her to listen to you? You don't even have any scratches on you!” You grab both his arms and twist them around to do your own examination.
“What can I say, I’m just naturally that charming, you should've seen her she was all purrs and happy clucks”
You huff out a little annoyed
“Ugh maybe she just hates me” you wrap your arms around you defensively
Maki and Fuma both laugh at your statement, finding it amusing that you have a grudge with a chicken. Maki moves towards the basket you have settled around your elbow, and lightly places each and every egg into the basket, ensuring none of them crack this time.
“While you make breakfast I’ll go grab Nico, he should be feeding the cows” Maki says, before he takes off in a sprint towards the cow pasture. Sure enough in the distance you can see Nico pushing the hay bales off the truck and into the pasture for their breakfast.
“Come on, let's go get you cleaned up.” Fuma grabs the basket from off your elbow with one hand, and with the other places his hand on the small of your back, leading you towards your house. The walk was made in silence, but albeit a comfortable one. Both of you just enjoy each other's presence. Once you reach the house he lightly pushes with the hand on the small of your back signaling you to go up the stairs first, and when you make it up to the doors he reaches around you to grab the door handle. His body towering over you for a split second the feeling of his body heat radiates onto your back causing your breath to hitch slightly, but it only lasts for a second as the next thing he's stepping to the side and pulling the door open, allowing you to walk through. You mumble out a quiet thank you, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Stay here” he says quietly
He makes his way towards the kitchen and pushes the swinging doors open with his shoulder. When the doors close you can hear muffled sounds of talking, probably striking up a conversation with your papa who started on the bacon. You can tell by the smell of it wafting throughout the house, your stomach growls lightly at the thought of breakfast. Soon enough Fuma comes back through the door with no basket in hand this time. As he approaches, his hand falls on your back again leading you to the powder bathroom underneath the stairs. He opens the door again letting you in first. He follows behind you and closes the door with a soft click. He motions with his hand for you to sit on the toilet lid, and you sit down with a light plop. He opens the medicine cabinet above the sink to grab the necessary supplies to heal your wounds. A comfortable silence fills the room as you sit and wait. He places a first aid kit on the countertop and grabs a few items. What seems to be hydrogen peroxide, cotton pads, and a band aid. He pours some hydrogen peroxide on one of the cotton pads.
“Can I see your hand?” You nod at his question and lift your hand to him “This may sting a little okay” he warns you
He places the soaked cotton pad on your wounds, brushing gently with it, trying not to hurt you. You're doing fine until he reaches a particularly deep bite on your hand, you hiss at the burn instinctively.
“Shh shh” he hushes you. Your thighs clench at his words, clearly affected by them. He cleans the rest of your bite marks and goes to grab the bandaid still on the counter. He unwraps it and places it on top of the worst of the bites. His hand lingers a little bit longer than it should have. Though Fuma is done aiding your wounds, he doesn't pull to move away; he just stands there, slightly rubbing your hand and soaking in your presence. You notice this and look up at him, curious as to why he hasn't said anything or left to continue working.
When you glance up at him, he's staring at you intently, and a small smile has formed on his face. His eyes soften when yours connect with his. Your heart begins to quicken, and you swear it's so loud that if Fuma got any closer, he would hear it too.
“Fuma….” you say quietly,
“Yes” he says softly
A beat of silence passes between you, the air feels charged with something you can't quite place, and the room feels as if the heats been turned on. A soft blush forms on your cheeks. You feel yourself beginning to lean forward as if a magnet were placed in your chest. Fuma leans in too. Your breath hitches at the shrinking distance between you two.
“(Y/-”
“(Y/N)” You hear your father yell from the kitchen
You pull away fast enough to give yourself whiplash. A gasp rips from your chest as if you’ve been held underwater, and Heat rushes up your face, surely turning you beet red. Fuma pulls away slowly as if he hadn't been affected at all. You turn your head away from him to hide your embarrassment. You hear a chuckle emit from Fuma.
“You're cute” he says almost nonchalantly
His right hand reaches up and rubs the top of your scalp lightly, tossing your hair.
“I’m gonna go finish up my chores for the mornin before breakfast.”
You, still not looking at him, nod your head at his words. He gives your head one last pat before making his way out the bathroom door.
You take a moment to compose yourself before you leave the bathroom. You walk along the hardwood floor on your tippy toes, hoping to avoid your father for just a little bit longer. You're nearly to the stairs when you hear your father calling your name.
“(Y/N)......(Y/N)...... Oh (Y/N), there you are,” he says cheerfully
“I was lookin for ya.” he takes a moment to analyze your face. “Are you okay, love? You look like you have a fever” he makes his way over to you, grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his cheek to your forehead.
You push him away lightly, “No, no, I promise I'm fine….” You take a moment to come up with an excuse
“I just… got a little hot outside,” you say, hoping the lie works
“Hmm… Alright, be careful out there, okay I don't want my little helper getting a heat stroke.”
“Yes, Papa.”
You turn to make your way upstairs, but your father interrupts your attempt again
“Why are you going back upstairs? We have breakfast to make.”
You hesitate, “Oh yeah, I know I just gotta get one thing, I’ll be right back!”
“Okay, but don't keep me waitin” Your dad says as he turns back to the kitchen and disappears behind a wall.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, just happy to get a moment alone after everything this morning. You make your way back up the stairs to your room.
When you open the door, you don't even bother to make sure it's closed. You flop on your bed and grab your pillow, shoving it into your face and letting out a much-needed scream.
How are you going to survive this summer, you think.
Authors Note: AHHHH let me know what y'all think of chapter 1, I know it's kinda short but I have so many ideas Y'all !!!!! I can't wait to post more peace out bitches!
After your older brothers move away for college your father hires 3 new ranch hands to pick up the work they’ve left behind.
Murata Fuma, one of the new ranch hands, captures your heart and mind. His tall muscular frame makes it nearly impossible to ignore him, and as the seasons change so do your feelings for him. What happens when an innocent crush turns into something more, and why do feel like Fuma feels the same way ?
!!! Warnings !!!
Age Gap (20 - 27), younger reader, older Fuma, eventual smut, MNDI, slow burn, virgin reader, creepy men, making out, underage drinking, protective Fuma, semi public sex, fingering, oral (M and F receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (pls god wear protection), use of pet names (baby, darling, doll), multiple orgasms, marking, disapproving father, Nico and Maki mentioned, Gentleman Fuma
Chapters: 1,
Chapter 1 Preview…..
As you wait for him to come back, you hear the soft thuds of someones work boots walking towards you. You turn to look at where the sound is coming from, and lock eyes with Fuma. Your heart stops just for a moment as you watch him walk up to you. Hes dressed in a pair of jeans that are scuffed with dirt marks, more than likely from working out in the field. His white wife beater tank top peaks out from beneath his red flannel which has been unbuttoned, the sleeves are rolled up and scrunch around the muscle of his biceps probably to try and relieve him from some of the heat from the Texas sun. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of him. You rip your eyes away from his and look down at the ground all of a sudden feeling shy in his gaze.
“Good mornin (Y/N)” he says with a slight southern drawl and oh so softly. His voice sounds like butter on a hot skillet, it puts you in a trance and you nearly forget that hes probably waiting for a response.
You cough to clear your throat, cheeks heating up at the fact you’ve just been clearly ogling him.
“Good mornin Fuma” you say entirely too soft, worried your voice may betray you.
His eyes soften at the tone in your voice, his expression and the way hes feeling clear to anyone that may be around, but some how oblivious to you.
“Has Maki been botherin you?”
“Oh no, actually, he’s helping me out right now, he’s getting some eggs for breakfast,” you say and point with your hand in the direction of where Maki had run off to. Fuma's eyes follow your motion, but stop and widen at the view of your battered and beaten hand. He gently grabs your wrist, pulling it closer to him to examine it.
“What happened here?” He questions
His touch making your brain stall at his question. Theres a clear pause inbetween his question and your answer.
“Ohhh Um Bertha gave me a beatin early when I tried to collect her eggs”
He humms out a sound of understanding. He slowly twists your wrist in his thoroughly examining the damage. His fingers start to move. His thumb lightly grazes over the bite marks on the back of your hand, rubbing the area in an attempt to sooth the pain your feeling.
“How bout this, when Maki comes back with the eggs I’ll help you clean off your wounds”
Your eyes widen at his offer “Oh no you dont have to really I’m fine” you say with a chuckle trying to brush off his offer.
“Oh, I know I don't have to… But I want to”
Author Note:
Hi y'all, this is my first time writing a fanfic, so let me know what you think of this preview and if you want to be added to the tag list!
