Atsu ★ ENHYPEN IS SEVEN!!

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Go Kyungjun x fem!reader

Plot:even bullies have a soft spot. You may be in Kyungjun’s.

Warnings:mentions of death and fear

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Red lights flashing everywhere in the gym. People were screaming, crying, accusing each other of who murdered who while a robotic voice kept repeating the same words:

“Citizens must identify and vote for the Mafia”

“Citizens must identify and vote for the Mafia”

It was an unstoppable loop in which you found yourself paralysed…like always,like in any other situation. Fear to you meant stopping,it didn’t matter if the solution was running;your body would stay still,your brain would break any connection of thoughts. Emptiness. Eyes as pieces of glasses reflecting the world around you.

You were sitting on the ground, surrounded by people running everywhere to get their phones back. They were supposed to be collected into the bean Kyunjun had brought there earlier, but someone had hit it and the objects had scattered all over the place. Your classmates were dying like butterflies shook by the electricity of a lamp as the robotic voice would reveal the identities of those who had passed.

Citizen

Citizen

Citizen

Mafia

What even was a mafia? What even was that game? Could you call that a game? It wasn’t.

Your lips started shaking:you had to get up,find your phone and vote for someone, but you couldn’t. A girl fell dead next to you,her empty eyes staring into your soul. Fuck,that was what you would’ve looked in a few minutes? Terrible.

“Move,do something” you repeated yourself. Your body was out of command. Your jaw started shaking and your eyes burning, but somehow tears didn’t seem to be ready to roll down your cheeks.

A guy ran past you, unwillingly hitting your arm with his leg:your body shook, however you still didn’t move.

That was your end, you were sure, there was no more hope in your heart until…a hand grabbed your shoulder.

“What the heck are you doing, idiot?!” Kyungjun mumbled, chaining his eyes with yours. You didn’t answer.

“Where’s your phone?” he asked. Still no answer.

“You’re gonna die!”. Again, no answer.

Kyungjun sighed in disbelief as he grabbed your wrist, trying to get you up from the ground. Your legs answered to the strength of his arms, but it wasn’t enough to make you run like any other student in that gym.

“What’s your phone?” the boy asked again

“It’s…it’s…”

“What is it? Come on,you’ve got no time left!” he tried to encourage you. It took you a second, but then you finally whispered the model of your phone to him.

In a rush, the guy started looking around until he saw your phone in a forgotten corner. He grabbed it and came back to you.

“Vote for someone. It doesn’t matter who, just vote” he told you, resting his hand on the back of your hips. You nodded unsure, voting for the first name on the screen.

A few more bodies fell, a girl got executed and then…silence. No more screams, no more rush, nothing. Your body slowly started functioning again, even tho the response to that wasn’t good.

Your legs lost the strength to support you as you fell on the ground again, scratching your knees and the palm of your hands while trying to not get too much hurt.

“Damn” you whispered, tears were finally wetting your pretty face.

Kyugjun looked at you from above:he hated the feeling rising in his chest, that little burning sparkle that somehow made him melt at your sight; but he couldn’t do anything about it. He was framed; he couldn’t escape, he couldn’t push back that protective instinct he had towards you, so he just kneeled down to your height, sliding some strands of your hair behind your hear.

“You need to control your fear or you’re gonna die” he whispered. Those words weren’t the right ones, he knew, but he wasn’t great at helping people…he was supposed to put them into troubles. He was a destroyer, not a healer…but with you, damn, with you he couldn’t even think about being the punk that he was.

He wiped your tears away with the back of his hand and gently hit your your shoulder

“Let’s go where there are no bodies” he said,helping you standing up and leading you to the infirmary. You sat on a bed, watching as the boy began to open cupboards and drawers.

“Here it is” he said,placing a first aid kit next to you. He grabbed a disinfectant and a few plasters, medicating the scratches on your knees and hands.

Once he was done he brushed the dust away from your uniform and gently grabbed your leg to fix the socks which had fallen down. His fingers brushed against your skin, giving your shivers and an odd feeling of safety.

“You’re okay now” he said, standing right in front of you

“Thank you” you mumbled, staring at the ground as you were so shy that you could barely hold eye contact with him

“Are you scared of me?” he asked, stepping back.

You rose your head, shaking it

“No, I’m just…confused. I didn’t expect you to act like this” you whispered, holding onto the cloth of your skirt.

Kyungjun gulped, scratching the back of his neck:

“I do sometimes make exceptions-he smirked, caressing your cheek-do you wanna be that exception?” he then asked.

You felt your cheeks burning as you hid your face in between your hands; Kyungjun laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Your head rested on his chest while he ruffled your hair

pairing ᰔᩚ boyfriend!woojin x girlfriend!reader ⋆˚✿˖°

the soft sound of woojin’s grunts filled the gym, his soft brown eyes finding your own every so often and you’d feel the usual chill down your spine. why? woojin was the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. sweet, kind, and so loving. watching him practice for hours upon hours was your most favorite experience. if that was ever taken from you, your heart would break into a million different pieces. woojin was everything to you.

“come here.”

his soft but raspy voice caught you off guard. not expecting him to say anything since he seemed to be in the zone but .. there you went. your feet thinking much faster than your brain, slightly tripping over the mat. woojin was faster than you, your feet, and your brain. his big arms caught you and the chill was sent again.

“be careful pretty girl. are you that excited?”

he was such a tease. playfully, you pushed at him before whispering a soft thank you and keeping a hand wrapped around his bicep. he would then start to tell you about each move. each punch he threw and just how to cover yourself from the opponent. to be honest, his voice was muffled in a way. your mind too busy with the way his bicep looked under your small hand and carefully you leaned in to press a single gentle kiss.

“you’re so big and strong jinnie. it’s so.. yummy.”

it was his turn to feel the chill down his spine. especially with the way you had been looking at him, those sweet eyes he fell for harder each day. without a word or even a warning he leaned in to steal a kiss from your lips and you’d turn your head in embarrassment. though this was a two year relationship .. he still made you feel like a young girl in high school who loved seeing her crush.

“is that why you come here with me, hm? just so you can see me shirtless and fangirl over my body? tell me”

you nod. a innocent nod and he shake his head but was sure that you could tell that he loved the attention. the attention from you was more than enough. carefully he pulled away from your grasp and his hands grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you into his broad built chest. you looked up at him with a sweet smile before leaning up on your tippy toes, kissing his sweet lips.

“can i try a little something? please jinnie?” he groaned.

“anything you want princess.” it was your turn to groan.

there was still a red tint leftover from the lipstick you applied earlier and with a soft giggle, you leaned towards his bicep placing a few kisses across his soft skin. his breath hitched but you ignored it. what you were unable to ignore is the feeling of his other hand gripping at your waist. his grip was strong and he sneakily pulled your shirt up a few inches, his thumb rubbing soft circles around your skin. you loved it.

“all finished!! what do you think? it’s so pretty.”

woojin stared at you for a few more moments, scared that he would never be able to again if he looked away and seen the art you’d painted across his skin. your kiss marks all over his biceps. he wasn’t sure how to tell you that he loved it so much. he smiled and then looked at you. in complete silence. your lips parted to speak but-

both arms wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground and swung you around until your bottom hit the floor of the fighting ring. your eyes widened.

“i think maybe i should give you something similar. how does that sound angel. would you like that? maybe..”

and his hand slid up your body, squeezing your sides as he went along. stopping once he got to your neck and gave you a little smile. he was referring to marks.

“what about here?” and slowly, you shyly nodded.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your boyfriend rubbed your clit between his fingers, the knot inside tighten. "W-woojin," you whined his name, throwing your head back to rest against his shoulder as he drew his hips back before snapping them, his tip slamming into your cervix, officially pushing you over the edge.

Woojin groaned quietly, his pounding became more rapid, as he soon followed, his seed filling your sore cunny.

"had fun, Nae sarang?" Gunwoo asked sleepy, looking at you with hunger in his eyes.

Bored farmwife Kim Sunoo meets sexy cowboy Nishimura Riki.

IMPORTANT NOTE: this work includes explicit sexual content not suitable for minors. this is a work of fiction, consume at your own discretion.

TAGS: pwp, smut, bpkimsunoo, infidelity (not between sunki), feminisation

WORD COUNT: 4077

“Heeseung, honey, I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” Sunoo said in exasperation as he watched his husband pace outside on the porch through the windows from where he sat, darning a sweater.

“He’s already an hour late,” Heeseung said through gritted teeth. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted that dodgy agency. They flaked on Jaeyun just last month. He waited all day and eventually had to hire one of the local boys.”

“You could do that too,” Sunoo offered. “Then you won’t be wasting an entire day.”

“I’ll give him a few more minutes,” Heeseung sighed and leaned against a porch post. “I already asked most of the local boys and they already have summer jobs. It would be a real pain to find someone else now.”

Sunoo set down his sewing and hopped onto the windowsill, “You’re too stressed out. We’re well ahead of our work on the farm. Jay sent his cattle here to graze because we have a milder climate. This is a favor to him. I’m sure he won’t mind sending over a few more hands if we need them.”

Heeseung looked at him from over his shoulder with a smile, “I know, but Jay’s been so good to us over the years. He helped build this farm and got us connected with buyers. I want to help him this time.”

Sunoo squinted in the distance, spotting someone walking down their long dirt driveway, “Looks like you’ll be able to do just that, sweetie. The agency came through after all.”

Heeseung grunted in response, clearly still annoyed at the lack of punctuality.

Sunoo swung his legs out the window as the figure drew closer. He was young, as most cowboys were, and clad in a dark wash denim set - straight cut jeans over boots and an untucked long-sleeved denim shirt. Typical cowboy attire, if not a little flashy. But it wasn’t his clothes that caught Sunoo’s attention, it was his hair.

Corn silk blonde and neck length, it blew with the wind, showing off its softness. The cowboy pushed the stray strands back over his forehead, exposing more of his honey skin.

When he was almost at the porch, Heeseung descended the staircase two at a time and approached him, “Too busy styling your hair to be on time?”

The man seemed confused and raised his eyebrows.

“Well?” Heeseung stood before him, looking up ever so slightly to meet his gaze. “Got nothin’ to say for yourself? You need a job or what, cowboy?”

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, the cowboy huffed and looked like he was going to argue, but fell silent when he caught sight of Sunoo climbing out the window and approaching them slowly. His eyes slid down Sunoo’s exposed thighs, then shot back to Heeseung.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry I’m late, broke down a little while back and hiked the rest of the way here,” his voice was deep, so deep that it sent vibrations through Sunoo’s body.

“Oh, well, why the hell didn’t you say so before I chewed you out?” Heeseung grumbled. “Come on in and freshen up. Babe, let's get our friend here something to drink. What’s your name, cowboy?”

“I’m Riki,” he answered.

Heeseung led Riki up the stairs, past where Sunoo was standing.

“What will you have to drink, Riki?” Sunoo asked, slightly in awe of how tall he was up close.

Riki shot him a quick look, eyes once again dropping down his body and then back up quickly, “I’ll take something sweet if you’ve got it.”

X X X

Despite the initial misunderstanding and rocky start, Heeseung quickly warmed up to the cowboy. After washing up, he joined them for dinner, refusing Heeseung’s offer to drive him back to his truck and tow it to the farm.

“I already alerted the agency,” Riki said between mouthfuls of stew. “They’ll take care of it and bring my stuff by later tonight so you don’t have to trouble yourself. Let’s enjoy dinner. You make a mean stew, Sunoo.”

Heeseung patted Sunoo’s thigh under the table, boasting about how his husband was the best cook in their town, and Riki would be spoiled eating his food during their stay.

“I’m sure I will be,” Riki said with a sly smile.

After dinner, Riki picked up a small bag of his possessions from a driver at the gates of their driveway, and Sunoo showed him to the guest room while Heeseung finished up the evening farm chores.

“ - and you’ll find extra towels in the cupboard under the bathroom sink,” Sunoo finished his little tour with a smile, trying his best to remain unaffected by Riki’s lingering gaze, now shameless and unhindered by Heeseung’s presence.

He knew that the cowboy had taken some type of interest in him, but Sunoo was willing to push through whatever came his way because he loved his husband and didn’t want to inconvenience him. Riki would be gone by the end of the summer and life would return to its usual routine. Besides, having a hunky youngster sniffing around the goods was an ego boost.

Riki sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread almost invitingly, smirking as he ogled Sunoo’s thighs.

“You’ll keep your eyes to yourself in front of my husband,” Sunoo crossed his arms. “Or you’ll end up with a shotgun to your chest.”

Riki only grinned, finally looking up to meet his eyes, “But looking is for free.”

“Not around here, cowboy,” Sunoo replied. “Heeseung’s the jealous type. He only hasn’t noticed because he’s taken a liking to you.”

“But you noticed?” Riki leaned back on his hands against the mattress.

Sunoo hated how turned on he was from the idea of climbing onto his lap, “I’m not a country damsel. I used to live in the city. I know what I look like and I know what you want. So this is a polite warning.”

Sunoo knew his daisy duke shorts were cheeky and his little white crop top left little to the imagination. He felt sexy and comfortable in them and his husband sure had no complaints. He wouldn’t be making any wardrobe changes because some newbie couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Okay,” Riki said solemnly, raising a hand to salute him. “I promise I won’t flirt with you in front of your husband. We can keep this between us.”

Sunoo laughed in disbelief, “You’re a right menace, aren’t you? Get to bed. Breakfast is six a.m. sharp.”

“I’ll be up bright and early,” Riki winked. “Have a good night.”

“Oh, I will.”

X X X

Sunoo wasn’t sure what possessed him; maybe it was the way Riki looked at him like he wanted to eat him alive that got him so hot and bothered, or maybe he wanted to show that little punk that he wasn’t as easy as he thought, because that night when Heeseung came to bed, Sunoo put him to work, and when he tired, Sunoo got on top and bounced like they were shooting content.

“Ah! Heeseung!” Sunoo yelled out when he leaned back on Heeseung’s thighs and the angle made his husband lodge even deeper into his cunt.

“God, baby, what’s gotten into you?” Heeseung was a wreck, two orgasms down, sweaty and flushed, but never one to deny Sunoo anything. “You’ll wake Riki up if you get any louder.”

Sunoo lifted his hips, then slid back down agonizingly slowly, “You don’t like this?”

“Uh - never said that,” Heeseung thrust up to quicken Sunoo’s teasing pace.

“Then shut up and let me ride.”

“Yes, honey.”

X X X

“Oh, are you dressed like a nun to deny me the sight of your skin?” Riki’s voice came from behind Sunoo, thick with amusement and sleep.

Sunoo turned from the stove where he was sauteing onions for today’s lunch, reveling in the way Riki’s eyebrows shot up when he spied the cluster of red and purple bruises littered across his neck.

“Was that show last night just for me?” he asked with an infuriating smirk.

“Eat your breakfast”, Sunoo pointed to the table, where dishes of bacon, eggs and pancakes were covered to keep insects away. “Hee’s already in the barn, he said to tell you to join him after you eat.”

Riki ignored him and came closer, caging Sunoo against the counter and admiring the hickeys along his neck, “You sound good getting fucked. It was easy for me to close my eyes and picture you on your hands and knees. I came really hard when you started screaming for more -”

Sunoo reached up and placed a hand on Riki’s chest. He paused, surprised, but still smiling. Sunoo caressed the hard planes of the cowboy’s chest over his plaid shirt, moving up to his neck, then sliding down again. He found his nipple, circled it once, then pinched it hard.

“Fuck!” Riki pulled back with a laugh, soothing over the sore skin with a hand. “Alright, I’ll back off. Don’t think I didn’t notice that y’all didn’t go another round after you asked for more. You should know that I can satisfy you if your husband can’t.”

“You can satisfy your job requirements in the barn after you eat breakfast,” Sunoo shooed him to the table.

X X X

The next few weeks went by quickly. Heeseung showed Riki his tasks and the farm ran as smoothly as it always did, even with the addition of Jay’s cattle grazing on their fields. Riki was a strong rider, and he quickly bonded with the horses in the stable.

Blossom, Sunoo’s own champagne-coated palomino, was especially taken with the charming cowboy and whinnied in displeasure when he dared saddle up another horse to go herd up the cows.

Sunoo’s usual routine gave him more time alongside Riki than he thought he would have, but Heeseung seemed to trust the cowboy implicitly and allowed him to be alone with Sunoo for long periods of time while he met with buyers and went into the city for supplies.

In the late mornings, after Sunoo was done cooking lunch and completing his indoor chores, he would head to the barn to collect, wash and separate eggs for home use and for sale. Riki seemed to have picked up on this and purposely chose that time to top up the hay boxes and water troughs so they could chat.

“That’s a pretty dress,” he said, his boyish features even more annoyingly handsome to Sunoo today than usual, a cowboy hat perched atop his head.

“Will you ever give up?” Sunoo asked, balancing his wicker basket on a bale of hay as he tried to gather eggs from a broody hen.

“I wasn’t even trying that time, I swear!’ Riki laughed. “You really are just gorgeous. Should have felt my heart go off when I first saw you. Thought I was at heaven's gates.”

Sunoo rolled his eyes, “You’re really bad at flirting.”

“Oh, so if I was better, you’d sleep with me?” Riki dropped the bag of hay and approached him.

“Keep dreamin’, sugar - ouch! Fuck me, Shelly, give me those eggs right now!”

Riki laughed at him loudly, but kneeled down and pet Shelly gently, “Now, sweetheart, I know you’re protective, but you can’t be pecking at our princess’s skin. Be a good girl and let us take some eggs.”

Shelly clucked in annoyance, but allowed him to gather the eggs from under her and deposit them into Sunoo’s basket.

Sunoo scoffed and stood up, “I’m not as easy as Shelly and Blossom.”

Riki shot him a grin, “Now, now you don’t need to be jealous, you know you’re my favorite.”

Sunoo ignored him, and wiped the eggs with a rag.

“So you aren’t flashing me your panties on purpose?” Riki, who was still crouched beside the coop, was looking up Sunoo’s dress with a satisfied smirk.

He purposely chose to wear the shortest dress he owned because Heeseung was away in the city all day, but tugged at the hemline, feigning indignation, “Get back to work, pervert!”

Riki stood, towering over him, “I mean it, you know. It’s a real shame your husband’s hiding you away like this. Agencies in the city would fight over you. Can’t say I blame him though. I would want to keep you all to myself too.”

“The ‘country life’ is my husband’s dream,” Sunoo said weakly, trying to ignore how the sweat dripped down Riki’s neck.

“Is being a ‘country wife’ yours?” he asked.

Sunoo faltered. He loved Heeseung, and there was something special about the simplicity of life on a farm. The smell of freshly tilled soil in the planting season, the joys of a bountiful harvest, and the easy routine of his day was comforting, but it would be a untruthful if he said he didn’t miss the city and it would be a downright lie if he said he didn’t like the way Riki pursued him relentlessly.

“After the first night, I thought you two had a healthy sexy life,” Riki stepped closer, forcing Sunoo back against a wooden beam. “But I hardly hear your pretty voice these days.”

Sunoo wanted to argue, but he was right. Heeseung was busy with a new deal and between endless meetings and farm work, he came to bed exhausted and fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

“We aren’t always loud,” he protested weakly, shivering under Riki’s curious palms running up his thighs. “Sometimes we make love. It’s intimate - not for you to hear.”

He gasped when Riki squeezed the flesh of his thigh, “So that first night was for me.”

Sunoo couldn’t breathe, almost melting now under Riki’s piercing gaze. Intense. Everything about Riki was intense - his strong brows and dark eyes, his tall, wide frame and the air of dominance surrounding him.

Riki’s entire body was pressed against his, hot and sweaty and muscular. His hands were too far under the hemline of his skirt to be teasing, cupping his thighs just under the fat of his ass. He brought his leg up between Sunoo’s thighs, the rough denim against his heated center quickly dampening with his arousal.

“We could make some love right here,” he whispered in his ear, words falling like honey over Sunoo. “I could hold you up and make you scream. I won’t leave you wanting, sweetheart. Let me satisfy you.”

“Can you?” Sunoo shot back. “You talk a big game. How old are you, anyway?”

Riki glared at him, then lifted him by his thighs. Sunoo wrapped his legs around Riki’s waist.

“I’m almost twenty,” he answered, face heating up.

Sunoo laughed mockingly, “Almost, huh? You’re a baby.”

“This baby’s got you wrapped around him,” Riki said cockily. “I see you watching me round up the cattle. I feel your eyes on me when I dismount. Isn’t that why you come out to feed the chickens every afternoon in your little silk gown when your husband’s taking a shower? You want me to look. You want me to want you. You’re a bored little house wife that needs to have some fun.”

Sunoo’s heated up with every filthy accusation Riki hurled his way. His pussy was so wet he was sure it was seeping through the thin fabric of his panties and making a mess on Riki’s exposed abs where his shirt rode up. His breath came out in quick pants as the youngster whispered in his ear and pressed him harder against the beam, making sure he felt every inch of his firm body between his legs, including the thick bulge pressing right between his legs.

“My husband can never know,” Sunoo finally gave in, digging his nails into Riki’s arm and pulling him into a heated kiss.

X X X

Sunoo wondered why, in his nine years of marriage, he never had sex in the barn. Maybe it was because Heeseung saw him as too precious and pure to sully amongst the hay and dirt. Riki held no such notions, and pushed him onto a bale of hay, standing to pull off his belt.

“God, I’ve been dreaming of this,” he kneeled over Sunoo, kissing down his neck.

“Don’t leave marks!” Sunoo whined out, tugging at his hair, just as soft and silky as he’d imagined.

Riki nuzzled his face along Sunoo’s shoulder, pushing down the thin straps of his dress, “Such a fucking tease. Alright, sweetheart. Since you wanna get down to it, lift your hips.”

Sunoo obeyed and protested loudly when Riki pulled off his panties and flung them somewhere to the left.

“I can’t wear those now!” he complained when Riki buried his head between his thighs, kissing his way up to the dripping center.

“Good,” Riki spread his lips and blew on his pink clit. “No panties at dinner. Would it turn you on to feel a finger there and not know if it's mine or your husbands?”

Sunoo covered his face with his arms, bucking his hips up, “Thought you were going to make me scream.”

Laughing at the taunting, Riki slid his tongue between the slippery folds, stopping at the swollen bud and swiping it up and down with the tip of his tongue. He brought two fingers to Sunoo’s leaking hole and shoved them inside roughly, working them in and out.

Sunoo couldn’t believe how noisy he was - moaning loudly, pussy squelching with each thrust of Riki’s thick fingers. The hay scratched against his thighs and back, and with his free hand, Riki held his thighs open, forcing him to take everything he gave.

He was obscenely wet, dripping down Riki’s chin and hands, clit throbbing with every pass of the incessant tongue. He was so ashamed that this teenager could reduce him to toeing the edge of his orgasm so quickly that Sunoo had to bite his tongue to keep from coming.

It was exciting. Riki was thrilling. A brand new shiny toy for him to play with amidst the monotonous cycle his life was reduced to. He angled his fingers, and pressed down on the walls of Sunoo’s insides, and before he could force his thighs closed, he was squirting.

Riki gasped, face showered in Sunoo’s release, spurt after spurt of warm liquid gushing out of him like a fountain. Sunoo screamed when he came, scaring the chickens into leaving their roosts, squawking angrily.

Watching in awe as his breathing slowed, Riki’s trademark smirk quickly returned, “You are easy. Or were you just that pent up? I told you that I’d satisfy you baby, no need to starve to this extent. Come here, I can’t wait another second.”

Humiliated, Sunoo kept his face covered, yelping in surprise when Riki pulled him closer by his thighs. Peeking, Sunoo, watched him push his jeans and underwear down just enough to expose his cock, heavy and bobbing with its own weight. His pussy clenched at the sight.

Riki slapped it across the soaking wet entrance, earning a broken moan. He fed his length into Sunoo’s pussy eagerly, the slide easy and wet aside from the tight grip.

“Let me see you,” he whispered, grabbing Sunoo’s arms and pinning them above his head. “God, you’re a sight, sweetheart.”

Sunoo, teary-eyed and mouth parted to breathe in deeply, found himself needy. He squeezed around the girth penetrating him, baiting it into going deeper. Predictably, Riki slammed into him, swearing loudly at the intense pressure.

“Fuck me, fuck me, please!” Sunoo begged.

Riki obliged, bowing his head in concentration and ploughing into Sunoo’s hot channel, using his weight to bury himself inside before pulling out. Each deep thrust and slow pull out elicited dual groans of pleasure, the hot drag of skin against skin coated in slick juices sending them both into a free fall.

Sunoo’s stomach was already tensing, almost painfully after the intensity of his last orgasm, but Riki showed no signs of fatigue, hips slamming against his pelvis. Sunoo clawed down his back, mind blanking and thighs tensing.

“Fuck, you’re a wildcat,” Riki hissed. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Better not get addicted or you’ll start wanting it all the time, whether your husband’s home or not. That sounds hot, right? Imagine it - he’s taking a quick shower and I’m bending you over the kitchen counter. If you come quick like this we might even make it to go a few rounds.”

Sunoo, coming down from his high slightly at the mention of his husband’s name, clamped down onto Riki’s shoulder and bit him.

“Nghh,” his hips faltered.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sunoo whispered in his ear, threading his fingers through his silky hair and yanking hard.

“Fuck!”

“You thought I didn’t notice how hard you got when I pinched your nipple that first day you were here?” Sunoo licked the shell of his ear, humming when he felt Riki throb inside him. “Let me get on you and ride, cowboy.”

Shivering, Riki rolled them over, looking up in wonder. Sunoo adjusted his dress to hide the view of his pussy eagerly swallowing up Riki’s member. He sat heavily, moaning in satisfaction when the engorged tip hit him deep inside, the pain of intrusion only marginally outweighed by the tingles of pleasure shooting through him.

“Oh god, please, move or I’ll come,” Riki’s entire demeanor changed.

His eyes were desperate and pleading, hands gripping onto Sunoo’s thighs and bucking his hips wildly searching for any sort of movement to ease the vice-like grip of Sunoo’s pulsing walls around his length.

“A young stallion ready for me to ride,” Sunoo said, a little breathlessly, Riki’s cock stretching him open wider than he ever was before. “We’ll see just who gets addicted.”

Sunoo reached forward and took his hat, placing it on his own head. Riki’s eyes darkened, cock twitching inside him. Sunoo got into a squatting position and slipped his hands into Riki’s, using them to rest his weight.

He lifted himself up then sat down heavily, moaning out loud as he speared himself. Riki groaned, squeezing Sunoo’s hands and thrusting up to meet his every bounce. The movement caused the cowboy hat to slip, and Sunoo grabbed it quickly, keeping it on his head while he rode. That seemed to do it for Riki, and Sunoo felt his insides being painted with warm come.

He didn’t stop, using the still hard member as he pleased, leaning forward so his clit rubbed against Riki’s abdomen. Watching the younger whine from over-stimulation, stomach taut with tension, pushed Sunoo over the edge.

He fell forward, humming when he was wrapped in big, strong arms, then complaining loudly when he was manhandled onto his hands and knees.

“I’m not done,” Riki slapped his ass hard. “Gonna pump you with so much come it spills out when your husband tries to put his cock in you.”

X X X

Riki sat on the porch, tipping his hat to greet Heeseung as he walked up the steps.

“Good day?” his boss asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Riki puffed on his cigarette.

“We’re having a barbecue tonight,” Heeseung said. “You know how to grill? I wanted to give Sun a break from cooking.”

“Good idea,” Riki said. “He seemed worn out today.”

Heeseung frowned, “I’ll check on him.”

Riki watched the smoke from his cigarette spiral and curl into the tendrils of the wind and ignored the buzzing of his cellphone, no doubt messages from Jungwon and Sunghoon, asking when he was going to return to their ranch. They were confused when Riki didn’t return from his weekly trip to the next town over for supplies, and even more baffled when he said he was taking up a temporary job as a farmhand. It’s not like he needed money.

Still, Jungwon came through to tow his truck and drop off his clothes, and Sunghoon picked up his duties at their ranch. He’d explain everything when he returned with Sunoo.

It was only a matter of time before Heeseung found the large hickey he sucked onto the back of Sunoo’s neck at the height of passion when the older was unaware. Or saw the bruises he pressed into his waist with the crushing force of his hands. And if Sunoo hid them, Riki would give him more, fuck him in more risky situations until they were caught and Sunoo was free to run away with him.

Riki took a long drag from his cigarette.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀₊۩𝃚 𓈒ּ͏͏்۪۪ ۪ℬittersweet𓉮ֶ ݂ ໋.∔

♱ 𝒴ou're just a feral dog I worship in bedroom ceremonials ♱

۪۫ 𓈒𓉸.‧˚ ⋅ @drkbl00d ㅤ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ 𒂭۪۪۪۪᳝۟ ࣭ ⸼†

₊𓆰𝃚 𓈒ּ͏͏்۪۪ ۪ℱaith𓉸 ݂ ໋.∔

── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩

[disclaimer: all of these fics are mxm AND contain 18+ content! mdni!]

── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩

author - malamyszk

fav works: oh, is it love? (heejake), but no one’s supposed to, they just want to (heejake), what the water gave us (heejake), all i want for christmas (is you, tree farm guy) (heejake), a haunting (and now you’re mine) (heejake), july flame (can i call you mine) (heejake)

author - pinkfire

fav works: mixed up (heejake), have to pay (heejake), like the boys (heejake), like a prayer (heejake), this kind of love is getting expensive (heesun)

author - devianthee

fav works: at the alter of desire (heejayke), he my best friend, yeah we not a couple (jayke), 1-800-want u (jakehoon)

author - darlingriki

fav works: anything but mine (sunsun), you were never mine (but do you remember?) (sunsun)

author - ponyohoon

fav works: that’s how the light gets in (heejake), sink or swim (jakehoon), i’ll be like one of your girls (or your homies) (heejake)

── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩 ── ᡣ𐭩

✸synopsis: you’re rescued from trouble by a stranger you don’t know — a boxer with too much confidence and no indoor voice. by sunrise, he’s back, insisting you eat hangover soup with him. over one chaotic breakfast, he becomes impossible to forget.

✸genre: one-shot, canon adjacent, fluff

✸pairing: hong woo-jin x reader

✸content warnings: mentions of stupid drunk people, intoxication

✸wc: 1.4k

✸an: lower case intended, no use of y/n, fem!reader / season two come faster, let me see my boys!!

[now playing: kingston — faye webster]

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the city is washed in wet neon — puddles reflecting signs that flicker pink, violet, electric blue. the night air tastes like street food smoke and cheap soju drifting from late-night restaurants. you’re warm, lightheaded, the laughter of your friends still echoing in your ears as you walk the last block alone.

your phone buzzes. you glance down. that’s when you hear it — the stagger of feet, the slosh of a half-empty bottle, the too-loud snicker of men who think the street belongs to them.

kim geon-woo AND hong woo-jin x fem!reader (poly)

the boys know something is up with you but they don't know what. later revealed that reader was hurt badly on a job by one of myeong-gil's men, but chose not to tell them because she didnt want to worry them.

The fluorescent lights hummed like a thing that had long ago given up trying to be quiet. Chairs in the hospital waiting room were hard and the air tasted of antiseptic and old coffee. Time stretched crooked and slow; every minute felt like a shout.

They’d known something was off with you all morning — small things that didn’t add up: your silence on calls, the way your messages came in late and clipped, the bruise at the edge of your palm you’d brushed off with a joke. But they hadn’t known what. You’d never be the kind of person to lie by omission unless you were trying to keep them from worrying. That stubbornness was yours and it had saved you more times than any of them could count. Tonight, it had nearly killed you.

When the ER doctor came out, face grim but practiced, words spilled into the waiting room like metal rain. She’d been attacked; improvised weapon, deep lacerations, internal bleeding. She’d bled more than anyone should ever be allowed to. They’d stabilized her, they said. She’d flatlined on the ride in then fought hard after intubation. There was a long list of medical things the doctor rattled off that sounded like foreign currency. Both of them heard only the one phrase they cared about: she was alive.

Geon-woo’s hands went to his face as if to keep his skull from splitting open. He made a noise that was not a wail and not a sob at first — the sound of someone losing the last bit of composure they thought they owned. He rocked on his heels and then folded forward, elbows on his knees, and finally the sound broke him open. Tears ran down his cheeks hot and loud; he didn’t bother hiding it. He let himself sob the way he always had when grief nicked him: big, clean, drowning sobs that left him shaking.

Woo-jin watched him and everything inside him clenched. He’d been the one pretending not to hear the panic in his own voice while he called every contact, had been the one pacing the parking lot like a caged animal. Now, watching Geon-woo’s shuddering shoulders, the brittle control he’d been clinging to split in two. His jaw tightened until the muscle at his temple jumped; he pressed his thumb into the webbing between his fingers until his knuckles went white. He tried to steady Geon-woo, hands pressing into his shoulders and running through his hair — but nothing worked. Not really.

When someone finally said they could see her, it all became too much.

The nurse’s footsteps were small against the linoleum. For a second neither of them moved; then they rose together as if pulled by a wire. Geon-woo’s face had the raw, exhausted openness of someone who’d been punched and then kissed by his own heart. Woo-jin’s mouth was a hard line. He walked ahead, polite and terse with the staff, and then the door opened for them.

The room smelled of metal and warm plastic and the faint sweetness of disinfectant. You lay half-swaddled in bandages, hair matted against the pillow, a smear of dried blood at the temple that the bandage had softened into a halo. Your skin had gone paper-thin, the color of someone who had given too much and had not yet been given back what she needed. Tubes tracked like pale roots from your arm; monitors sang a steady, guarded song.

Geon-woo stumbled in first and then—because his body refused anything less—he dropped to his knees beside the bed. He didn’t touch you at first; he just put his forehead against the mattress, palms splayed uselessly at your bandaged hand. The sound he made this time was small and animal, a bark of grief that made the nurse step back.

"Don’t you do this to me," he whispered, voice breaking. "Don't you—"

Woo-jin went rigid for a heartbeat, then the dam failed. He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand clutching the rail, the other finding Geon-woo’s shoulder and squeezing until the knot of tension loosened into a quiet sob. He had tried to be the backbone all morning; inside the room, with the white ceiling looking down and you a breath away and not awake, his backbone went to sand. He let himself cry, the sound muffled into your sheet.

They spoke to you in breathless fragments — apologies, curses, promises. Geon-woo’s voice was raw with confession; Woo-jin’s was clipped with anger he didn’t know where to direct. They argued softly about who would sleep in the chair tonight, who would call your family, who would come in shifts, each sentence a tiny attempt to stitch the world back together. Between them, they broke and were rebuilt a dozen times.

When your fingers twitched, both heads snapped up at once. The monitors beeped brighter. Geon-woo gripped your hand like he would never let go, as if his fingers could hold heartbeat to life. Woo-jin leaned so close his breath fogged the thin air above your face.

Your eyelids fluttered open. You looked at them — at Geon-woo’s tear-streaked face and the way Woo-jin’s jaw trembled — and a small, rough sound escaped you. Not words, not yet. A shape of a smile tried to form and then vomited into a string of blood-minted air. Geon-woo sobbed again, softer now, relief a physical thing that made him laugh and cry in the same breath. Woo-jin let out a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh and it stuck in his throat until it came out shaky and broken.

They both leaned in at once, one arm around your shoulders, the other hand finding your fingers, and for a long, thin minute they simply clung to you. The waiting room, the cold lights, the hours of fear — they turned into background noise, irrelevant and distant. What mattered was here: the steadying press of your hand, the rise and fall of your chest, the ragged edges of three people who’d learned, in the worst way, how much they meant to one another.

“You idiot,” Geon-woo whispered into your hair, voice muffled. “You absolute idiot.”

“You should’ve told us,” Woo-jin breathed, fingers mapping bruises he hadn’t asked about until now. “We would’ve—”

“i didn’t want you worrying,” you rasped, voice thin. The attempt to be brave in one breath and exhausted in the next was characteristically, infuriatingly you.

“Next time,” Geon-woo said, teeth grinding, “you tell us.”

Pairings: cold!husband!riki x wife!reader Synopsis: Your husband always hated New Year’s—the noise, the crowds, the chaos. But this year he joins in with you to watch the fireworks and gives you a new year's kiss. Warnings: nothing-? kiss, fluff Wordcount: short for you to read honey ;) continuation of the cold husband riki series, can be read as a stand alone

The Christmas tree was still up.

The lights were on—soft, warm yellow, just like Riki preferred. You hadn’t taken it down yet. Neither had he mentioned it.

It stood in the corner of the living room, exactly as you’d left it the night you decorated it together. No ornaments out of place. No needles on the floor. Like Riki had made sure nothing about it felt temporary.

You were standing near the balcony doors, watching the city prepare for midnight, when you noticed him pause in front of the tree.

He adjusted one of the lights—barely a shift, just enough to make it sit deeper in the branches.

“You’re still fixing it?” you asked softly.

“It was uneven,” he replied.

In where you text them from a different number asking them to hang out to see how they'll react.

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pairing! red flag!riki x red flag!reader

genre! social media au (smau), toxic relationship, red flag x red flag

warnings! cursing, they're both assholes, tiny bit of sunki, a LOT of mentions of cheating, the use of words like chick and side hoe

notes! I know riki would be the most caring bf so dont take this as my judgment of his character. LOL