Bangchansdirty-slut - BangChan's_Dirty_S!ut

Guess We B.A.S

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Paring: Top!Cheater!Sunghoon x Bttm!Idol!Cheater!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst (near the end)

Summary: Known as the "Visual Couple," Sunghoon and Wonyoung wow the audience with their connection. Heeseung and Y/n are also in a relationship. Sunghoon calls Y/n for an urgent practice session, and they haves sex in a storage room, as Sunghoon records them.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I wanted to take a break from writing requests and I have been obsessed with B.A.S for so long.

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Sunghoon and Wonyoung were MCing an award show together, the "Visual Couple" lighting up the stage with their flawless smiles and palpable chemistry. The audience was captivated, their hearts fluttering with every glance and touch shared between the two. They were the epitome of young love in the K-pop industry, and fans couldn't get enough. Little did they know, the real fireworks were happening backstage.

Y/n and Heeseung were waiting in the dressing room, holding hands and sharing a quiet moment of their own. Their relationship was more of a secret garden, a place of solace amidst the chaos of their celebrity lives. Heeseung leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, making her blush and giggle.

Y/n gets a message from Sunghoon to meet up in a storage room for a secret practice session for their upcoming collaboration. He says it's urgent and that no one should know. She agrees, and tells Heeseung she's gonna talk to some fellow idols and will be back in a bit. She slips away from the dressing room, heart racing. She opens the door to the storage room and sees Sunghoon standing there, his gaze intense.

"Hey, Sunghoon, what's so urgent?" Y/n asked as she stepped into the dimly lit storage room, her eyes adjusting to the lack of glamour from the outside world. The shelves lined with props and costumes cast eerie shadows on the floor, a stark contrast to the passionate embrace she was about to engage in.

Sunghoon's eyes darkened with desire as he closed the door behind her. "Just something I've been dying to work on," he murmured, stepping closer. Before she could react, his arms were around her waist, pulling her into a fierce kiss that sent sparks flying through her body. She melted into him, her hands fisting in his hair as their tongues danced together. The air was thick with tension, the secret they were about to indulge in only heightening the intensity.

They both knew this was wrong, but the attraction was too strong to resist. They had been playing this dangerous game for weeks now, each stolen moment becoming more addictive than the last. Sunghoon's hand traveled down to cup her ass, squeezing gently as he backed her against a shelf. Y/n gasped into the kiss, her body responding to his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

With the door securely locked, they quickly shed their clothes, the sound of fabric rustling in the otherwise silent room. Sunghoon's hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He kissed down her neck, making her shiver, before his mouth found her nipple. She arched her back, pushing herself into his warm embrace, a soft moan escaping her lips. Y/n knew she should feel guilty for cheating on Heeseung, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to think straight.

Sunghoon pulled away for a moment, looking into her eyes with a mix of lust and determination. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He slammed her against the shelf again, pressing his hard length against her thigh. She nodded, unable to form coherent words, and he took it as all the permission he needed. He lifted her onto the shelf, the cold metal sending a jolt through her body, only to be replaced by the heat of Sunghoon's as he positioned himself between her legs.

Their movements were frantic and urgent, driven by the fear of being caught and the thrill of the forbidden. Sunghoon's hands slid down her smooth skin, teasing her wetness before plunging two fingers inside her. Y/n bit her lip to stifle a scream, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. He watched her intently, his own arousal growing as she squirmed and gasped beneath his touch. The sound of their panting and the occasional clang of the shelf echoed in the small space.

"I can't wait anymore," Sunghoon growled, his own need overpowering any lingering sense of propriety. He pulled his fingers out of her, and she felt a moment of emptiness before he replaced them with the tip of his erection. He pushed in slowly, savoring every inch, watching her face contort with pleasure. Y/n's nails dug into his shoulders as he filled her completely, and she threw her head back, moaning his name.

Their bodies moved in a rhythm that seemed choreographed, despite the raw, unrehearsed passion behind it. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, and she could feel her climax building. Sunghoon's eyes never left hers, the intensity of their connection threatening to shatter the walls around them.

Sunghoon got his phone out of his pocket, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Let's make this moment even more special," he said, holding it up to record. Y/n's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but she nodded eagerly, knowing the risk was part of the thrill.

He started filming as he began to fuck her with renewed vigor, his phone capturing every intimate detail. The camera caught the sweat glistening on their bodies, their hickeys standing out like a map of their illicit encounters. "You like that?" he asked, his voice gruff and demanding. "Tell me, who fucks you better?"

Y/n could barely breathe, let alone speak, but she managed to choke out a whispered, "Y-ou do~."

"F-Fuck…You're s' much better than Wony," Sunghoon whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. He picked up the pace, the shelf beneath her shaking with the force of their passion. Y/n's eyes squeezed shut, her voice a whimper as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

The camera rolled on, capturing every gasp and moan, every bead of sweat and twitch of their bodies. Sunghoon's hand reached up to pinch her nipple, and she threw her head back, crying out. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the small room, a symphony of lust that only they could hear. Y/n's hand snaked down to stroke herself, her fingertips gliding over her clit as Sunghoon's cock filled her over and over again.

The tension grew, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, and their bodies moving in a frantic dance of passion. Y/n felt the orgasm building, a storm of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She clung to Sunghoon, her nails digging into his skin, her legs tightening around his waist. "Cum for me," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers, and she felt the command resonate through her body.

With a final, powerful thrust, she shattered, her body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Sunghoon groaned, his own release following shortly after, his warmth filling her as he record her face contorted in pleasure. They stayed there for a moment, chests heaving, bodies trembling from the intensity of their climax. The room was silent except for their harsh breaths, the only evidence of their passion the soft creaks of the shelf beneath them.

Sunghoon pulled out recording the mixture of both their climax, a smug smile on his face as he watched the video, replaying their secret tryst. "This is going to be our little secret," he said, tucking the phone away. Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of fear. They both knew the consequences if anyone found out, but the thrill was intoxicating.

They quickly dressed, trying to regain some semblance of composure before returning to the bustling backstage area. As they readjusted their clothes, Sunghoon leaned in for one last kiss, his hand lingering on her thigh. "We'll do this again," he whispered, his voice filled with promise. Y/n nodded, unable to resist the allure of their forbidden love.

As they left the storage room, they couldn't help but glance at each other with a mix of guilt and excitement. The secret between them was a heavy burden, but it only served to strengthen their bond. They parted ways, returning to their respective groups with smiles plastered on their faces, hoping no one would suspect their scandalous rendezvous.

Back in the dressing room, Heeseung looked up as Y/n entered, his eyes filled with love and concern. "Everything okay?" he asked, noticing her flustered state. She nodded, playing it off as nerves for the upcoming performance. He pulled her into a gentle embrace, and she melted into his arms, feeling a pang of guilt for the betrayal. But the lie rolled off her tongue effortlessly. "Just needed some air," she murmured, her heart racing.

The days passed, and the secret grew heavier. The tension between the four grew palpable, like a storm cloud on the horizon. Sunghoon and Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at each other during group interactions, their eyes speaking volumes that only they could understand. Meanwhile, Wonyoung remained blissfully unaware, her trust in Sunghoon unshaken.

One evening, after a long day of promotions, Sunghoon decided to send Heesueng a funny vid he had found online. He unlocked his phone, quickly tapped the screen to record a message for his friend, and was about to attach the meme when his finger had slipped. Instead of the intended message, he had unknowingly sent the explicit video of him with Y/n.

Heeseung's phone buzzed in his pocket, a notification lighting up the screen. He pulled it out to find a message from Sunghoon, expecting a meme or a funny joke to lighten the mood. But as he tapped the play button, his eyes widened in horror. The video was unmistakable: Sunghoon's face, twisted in pleasure, and Y/n's body writhing beneath him. The storage room's harsh lighting revealed every intimate detail, every whispered word of betrayal. Heeseung's heart plummeted, and he felt the blood drain from his face.

He watched the entire video, unable to look away, feeling as though he was watching his world crumble before his very eyes. The love and trust he had for Y/n shattered like glass, replaced by a searing anger and a deep, gut-wrenching pain. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, his mind racing with questions and accusations.

Sunghoon's heart stopped when he saw the message notification. He had sent the wrong video. Panic set in as he frantically tried to call Heeseung, but the line went straight to voicemail. He knew he had to fix this, had to explain before the situation spiraled out of control. He rushed to find Heeseung, his mind racing with explanations and apologies.

Heeseung sent this video to Wonyoung and Y/n, his mind a tumult of emotions. The shock of the revelation was like a punch to the gut. How could they do this to him? To each other? He could feel the walls of his world closing in as the reality of their betrayal sank in.

Wonyoung's phone buzzed with the incoming message, and she opened it with a smile, expecting to see the adorable meme Sunghoon had promised. Instead, she was met with the most shocking and heartbreaking sight of her life: her boyfriend and her best friend in a passionate embrace, their bodies entwined in a way she never thought she'd see. Her hand trembled as she watched, tears streaming down her face. She felt as though she'd been stabbed, the pain radiating through her chest.

Heeseung's voice was cold steel when he called Wonyoung, the anger barely contained. "Is this true?" she demanded, her voice shaking."What… what did you send me?"

Wonyoung was crying uncontrollably, the video playing on a loop in her mind. "How could you?" she choked out, her heart breaking into a million pieces. She could feel the walls closing in around her, the air thick with the scent of deceit.

Heeseung's voice was strained, filled with pain and anger. "You need to watch it," he insisted, his own voice shaking. "You need to know what's been happening behind your back."

Heeseung got a message from Y/n, her words pleading and frantic. "Please don't watch it, Heeseung, it's not what it looks like." But it was too late. The damage was done, the video playing over and over in his mind. His hand clenched around his phone, the screen now a window to the most personal and hurtful betrayal he'd ever experienced.

Sunghoon found him first, his eyes wide with panic. "Heeseung, I'm so sorry, it was an accident. Please, let me explain," he stuttered, but Heeseung was beyond words. He just handed his phone over, the video still playing, their secret laid bare.

Wonyoung arrived moments later, her face a mask of devastation. She took one look at Sunghoon and slapped him. "How could you, Sunghoon?" she screamed, her voice echoing through the corridor.

Sunghoon stepped back, his hand on his cheek, the sting of the slap a stark reminder of the pain he'd caused. "Wony, I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "It's complicated."

Wonyoung's eyes were pools of hurt, her voice trembling as she spat out, "Complicated? You cheated on me with my best friend!"

Y/n, who had just caught up, looked from Wonyoung's tear-stained face to Heeseung's cold glare, and then to Sunghoon's pleading eyes. She felt like she was drowning in the weight of their combined pain. "It's not what you think," she began, but Wonyoung cut her off.

"Don't lie to me, Y/n. I trusted you," Wonyoung's voice was laced with accusation, her hand shaking as she held up her phone, the damning video still playing. "We all trusted you."

Y/n felt the tears welling up in her eyes, the weight of the situation crushing her. "I'm sorry," she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just…happened."

Heeseung's gaze was like ice, his eyes narrowed in betrayal. "Don't," he said, his voice dangerously low. "Don't try to justify this."

The air was thick with anger and heartache, the tension palpable as the three of them stood there, their worlds colliding in the worst possible way. Sunghoon looked from Heeseung to Wonyoung, desperation etched on his face. "Please, let me explain," he begged.

But the damage was done. Heeseung's eyes were cold, his jaw clenched tight. "What's there to explain? You've been fucking my girlfriend behind my back," he spat out, his voice laced with venom. "How could you do this to me?"

Sunghoon's eyes darted between Heeseung and Wonyoung, desperation in his gaze. "It's not just about me," he protested, his voice cracking. "Y/n and I—"

Wonyoung's voice was like a whip, cutting him off. "Don't you dare say her name," she spat, her eyes burning with rage. "You're the one who made a commitment to me, not her!"

Y/n's eyes darted between the two, feeling the weight of their pain and anger. She knew she had to say something, to try and fix this mess. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "It's my fault. I didn't mean for this to happen."

Heeseung's gaze never left Sunghoon's face, his anger simmering just below the surface. "You're both to blame," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Wonyoung's sobs grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her emotions. She looked at Y/n, her best friend, the girl she had shared so much with, and all she saw was the person who had shattered her heart. "How could you?" she choked out, the words filled with pain.

Y/n's eyes were brimming with tears as she searched for the right words, but nothing seemed to fit. She knew she had crossed a line, a line that could never be uncrossed. "I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice cracking.

Sunghoon stepped forward, reaching out to Wonyoung, but she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me," she sobbed, her voice filled with anger and hurt. "You're a cheater."

"You two should leave," Heeseung said through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving Sunghoon's. The room was a maelstrom of emotions—betrayal, anger, and pain swirling around them like a tornado. "Now."

Sunghoon looked at Y/n, his eyes pleading, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. She knew she had hurt him too, but she was lost in the tsunami of guilt and fear. They had all been so careful, hiding their secret so well, but now it was out in the open, a festering wound that wouldn't heal.

"Wony," Sunghoon tried again, his voice shaking, "I love you, but I…I can't help how I feel about Y/n."

Wonyoung's eyes flashed with anger, "You had a choice, Sunghoon! You chose to hurt me!" She took a step back, her hand shaking as she pointed at the door. "Get out. Both of you."

Sunghoon and Y/n exchanged a look of despair before turning to leave, their hearts heavy with the weight of their actions. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving Heeseung and Wonyoung in the silent room, surrounded by the echoes of their shattered relationships.

Can I request Dom!Kazuha x sub!reader?

After Concert

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Paring:Dom!Kazuha x Sub!Backup-dancer!Reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: I am LOVING Crazy comeback rn.

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Kazuha, with her hair down and bangs slightly sweaty from the intense performance, walked down the bustling hallway backstage, her eyes scanning the faces of the backup dancers as they dispersed. The energy was palpable, a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion, as the crew and performers moved with practiced efficiency. Her gaze lingered on one dancer in particular, Y/n, who was quietly toweling off next to a row of lockers. There was something about Y/n's fiery passion and raw talent that had caught Kazuha's eye during rehearsals.

Approaching Y/n, Kazuha offered a warm smile and leaned in, her voice low and seductive. "You were absolutely mesmerizing out there," she said, her compliment punctuated by the sound of their echoing footsteps. Y/n's cheeks flushed, a clear sign of her surprise and excitement. "I've never seen someone dance with such… intensity."

Y/n, unable to contain her excitement, confessed that Kazuha was her bias and she had always dreamed of sharing the stage with her. Kazuha's smile grew wicked, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. "Well, maybe there's something else we can share," she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. Before Y/n could process the invitation, Kazuha had grabbed her hand and was leading her to the private dressing room, the door closing with a decisive click behind them.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. Kazuha turned to face Y/n, her grip on her hand tightening as she stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. The tension grew palpable as Kazuha leaned in, her full lips just millimeters from Y/n's. "I've noticed you too," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. "Your passion is… irresistible."

Without waiting for a response, Kazuha leaned in and captured Y/n's mouth in a searing kiss. Y/n's eyes widened in surprise before she melted into the embrace, her free hand reaching up to tangle in Kazuha's hair. The kiss grew more urgent, tongues dancing together as they explored each other's mouths with an intensity that mirrored their performance on stage. They stumbled backward, Kazuha's hands finding the hem of Y/n's outfit, pulling it up to reveal her toned stomach and the waistband of her underwear.

Y/n's breath hitched as Kazuha's fingertips brushed against her bare skin. The desire in Kazuha's eyes was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill down Y/n's spine. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she didn't want it to stop. As if reading her thoughts, Kazuha gave a low chuckle and pushed her back against the vanity, the cool mirror reflecting their entwined forms. "You're so eager," she whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's neck as she kissed and nipped along her collarbone.

Kazuha's hands moved with purpose, deftly unhooking Y/n's bra and letting it fall to the floor. Y/n gasped as her breasts were exposed to the cool air, the nipples hardening under Kazuha's gaze. With a wicked smile, Kazuha leaned in and took one into her mouth, teasing and sucking as Y/n's knees grew weak. The sensation was exquisite, and Y/n's hand found its way to the back of Kazuha's head, holding her in place as she arched her back, lost in the pleasure.

As Kazuha's tongue flicked and danced over her sensitive flesh, Y/n could feel her own desire building, her pussy growing wet with anticipation. Kazuha noticed the change in her breathing and pulled away, leaving Y/n's nipple glistening with her saliva.

"Take these off," Kazuha demanded, her eyes never leaving Y/n's as she gestured to her own pants. Y/n's hands trembled slightly as she complied, the sound of the zipper echoing through the room. Kazuha stepped out of her pants, revealing her own damp underwear.

The two of them stood there for a moment, panting and staring at each other, the air charged with a carnality that neither could ignore. Kazuha reached out and tugged at Y/n's shorts, pulling them down and exposing her already wet panties. Y/n stepped out of them, feeling a rush of vulnerability and excitement as she stood before Kazuha in only her underwear.

With a fierce hunger, Kazuha pushed Y/n onto the plush couch in the center of the room. She wasted no time in spreading Y/n's legs wide, her eyes feasting on the glistening wetness of her panties. The sight of Y/n's arousal only served to fuel Kazuha's own desire, and she ripped the fabric aside, revealing the swollen pinkness beneath.

"You're so beautiful," Kazuha murmured, her voice thick with lust as she leaned in to kiss Y/n's inner thigh. Y/n's body responded to the gentle touch, her legs instinctively wrapping around Kazuha's shoulders as she moaned in pleasure. Kazuha's tongue traced a path up to the apex of her thighs, teasing Y/n's entrance before delving into the warm, wet folds.

Y/n's eyes rolled back as Kazuha's skilled mouth worked magic on her, her tongue swirling and probing with an expertise that left her gasping for breath. She had never felt so exposed, so desired, and it was intoxicating. Her hands tightened on the couch cushions, her body arching off the seat as Kazuha's mouth moved in a rhythmic dance against her clit.

Kazuha's own arousal was evident in the way her hips rocked slightly, her own need building as she tasted Y/n. She paused for a moment, looking up to meet Y/n's glazed eyes. "Eat me," she ordered, her voice hoarse with passion. Y/n nodded eagerly, desperate to taste the woman she had idolized for so long.

They rearranged themselves into a 69 position, Kazuha's face buried in Y/n's pussy as Y/n's mouth found her own. The sound of their moans filled the room, mingling with the faint echoes of the concert outside. Kazuha's tongue danced over Y/n's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep her on the edge. Each time Y/n felt herself about to come, Kazuha would ease up, only to begin again, building the tension until it was almost unbearable.

Y/n's eyes watered as she tried to focus on pleasing Kazuha, the sensation of the idol's tongue on her clit driving her wild. Kazuha's dominance was overwhelming, but it only served to excite her more. She felt the weight of the woman's body pressing down on her, the warmth and wetness of Kazuha's pussy against her mouth, and she eagerly licked and sucked, determined to make her squirt just as she had done.

The pressure grew unbearable, and Y/n could feel her own orgasm approaching like a freight train. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pushing her pussy closer to Kazuha's mouth. Kazuha responded with a fervor that matched her own, her tongue flicking faster and her teeth gently grazing her sensitive flesh. Y/n's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the couch tightly as she felt the inevitable climax building.

But just as she was about to come, Kazuha pulled away, leaving Y/n's clit throbbing and desperate for attention. "Not yet," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and hunger. She sat up and pushed Y/n off the couch, leaving her sprawled on the floor. "On your knees," she ordered, and Y/n complied, her body trembling with need.

Kazuha stood over her, legs spread wide, and grabbed a handful of Y/n's hair, pulling her face back up to her dripping pussy. "You're going to make me cum," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "And you're going to do it right now."

Y/n didn't hesitate, diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. She licked and sucked with everything she had, eager to satisfy the woman who had so thoroughly taken control of her body and mind. Kazuha's legs began to shake, and her grip on Y/n's hair tightened as she neared the edge. With one final, desperate thrust of her hips, she came, her juices spilling into Y/n's mouth and down her chin.

Y/n felt a mix of relief and elation as she swallowed, savoring the taste of Kazuha's release. She looked up to find Kazuha watching her with a smug smile, the idol's chest heaving from the intensity of her orgasm. "Good girl," she said, her voice softer now. "Now, let me make you cum."

Without another word, Kazuha sat down on the couch, her legs spread wide, inviting Y/n to straddle her thigh. Y/n's eyes lit up with understanding, and she eagerly climbed onto Kazuha's leg, her pussy pressing down onto the firm muscle. Kazuha's hand gripped her hip, guiding her movements as she began to grind herself against Y/n's clit, which was still sensitive from the previous onslaught of pleasure.

Y/n's breath came in ragged gasps as she rode Kazuha's thigh, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. Kazuha's hand slid up to cup her breast, her thumb flicking the nipple in time with the rhythm of their hips. The room was filled with the sound of their panting breaths and the occasional gasp or moan that slipped from their lips.

As Y/n's orgasm built, she could feel Kazuha's leg tensing beneath her, the muscles in her thigh flexing as she used it to drive into her even deeper. The friction was exquisite, and Y/n's eyes squeezed shut as she threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

Kazuha watched her intently, the sight of Y/n's pleasure pushing her own arousal to new heights. She leaned back against the couch, her free hand moving to slip into her own panties, her fingers teasing her clit as she felt the first spasms of her own climax beginning to build. "Cum for me," she whispered, her voice a mix of command and plea.

Y/n felt the pressure in her own pussy grow, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. She couldn't hold back much longer, her body begging for release. Kazuha's hand on her hip was a steady guide, her movements deliberate and calculated. With one final, deep grind, Y/n's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, making her whole body convulse. She screamed out Kazuha's name, her juices coating both of them as she rode out the intense pleasure.

Kazuha's own climax followed closely behind, her hips bucking involuntarily as she felt Y/n's pussy pulse around her thigh. The sight of Y/n's face, contorted in ecstasy, was almost too much for her to handle. She bit her lip, trying to muffle her own moan as she came, her hand moving frantically against her own clit. The two of them sat there, breathing heavily, their bodies entwined in a mess of passion and desire.

Slowly, Kazuha pulled Y/n closer, her arms wrapping around her waist as they both came down from the high of their shared orgasm. Y/n's head rested on Kazuha's shoulder, and she could feel the idol's heart pounding against her cheek. They stayed like that for a few moments, savoring the aftermath of their impulsive encounter.

Kazuha's hand trailed down Y/n's back, her fingertips ghosting over the damp fabric of her underwear. "You're soaked," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You liked that, didn't you?"

Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushed and her breath still coming in pants. She had never experienced anything so intense, so all-consuming. "I did," she managed to murmur, her voice hoarse from her screams.

Kazuha chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She leaned in and kissed Y/n gently on the forehead, her fingers still playing with the damp fabric of her underwear. "Good," she said, her voice a warm purr. "Because I enjoyed it too."

With a sigh, she stood up, pulling Y/n to her feet as well. "Let's clean up," she said, gesturing to the wetness that had pooled on the couch and floor. They moved together, almost in sync, as they wiped down the surfaces and gathered their discarded clothing. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on Y/n, who felt a strange mix of shyness and boldness as she watched Kazuha move around the room.

Once they were both dressed, Kazuha took a step closer to Y/n, her hand reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, I don't usually do this," she said, her voice low and sultry. "But I can't deny that there's something about you that I just can't get enough of."

Y/n looked up at her, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and lust. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

Kazuha stepped closer, her hand moving to cup Y/n's cheek. "I mean," she said, her thumb tracing a path along Y/n's jawline, "that I want to see you again. Outside of the concert. Just you and me."

Y/n's heart raced at the thought. This wasn't just a backstage fling for Kazuha; she was genuinely interested in her. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Kazuha's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leaned in and kissed Y/n again, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of promises and secrets shared. "Good," she whispered against Y/n's lips. "Give me your number, and I'll text you later."

Y/n fumbled for her phone, her hands still shaking slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She typed in her number and handed the device to Kazuha, who sent a quick message with a knowing wink. The phone buzzed in Y/n's hand, the notification lighting up the screen with a message that simply read, "Mine." The possessiveness of it sent a thrill through her, making her stomach flutter.

Hi I'm new I have several ideas but Idk if there's a limit so I'll just do a enhypen one

Popular jock jay × nerd loser male reader

Jay and his friends are jerks but what they don't know is jay hooks up with male reader in the school bathroom during lunch

Our Secret

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Paring: Popular jock!Top!Jay × Nerd!Loser!Bottom!Male reader

Genre: smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: There's no limit to requests; you can request as much as you want.

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"Come on, Jay, you're totally missing out," said Jake, one out of six of Jay's closest friends, as they congregated near the lockers before lunch. "You should have seen the fresh meat in the art room. They're like a bunch of scared rabbits waiting to be picked off." The group of jocks, known as "ENHYPEN" shared a round of laughter that echoed through the hallways, causing nearby students to glance over warily.

Jay couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort at Jake's words. He knew his friends could be harsh, but he had never quite seen them this way. They had always been a tight-knit group, bonded by their shared love of sports and their dominance in school social circles. But lately, their behavior had been escalating, and Jay found himself questioning if he truly belonged.

As they approached the crowded cafeteria, Jay spotted M/n sitting alone at a table in the corner, surrounded by untouched textbooks and half-hearted doodles. M/n was the school's resident nerd, often the butt of the ENHYPEN's jokes, but there was something about him that Jay couldn't ignore. his sharp intellect, his quiet dignity in the face of constant ridicule—it intrigued him. Jay had noticed M/n's eyes lingering on him during classes, filled with a mix of curiosity and wariness, and he couldn't deny the flutter of attraction he felt in return.

The bell for lunch rang, and the hallways emptied as students flooded into the cafeteria. Jay's friends moved to claim their usual table, the one that sent a clear message to the rest of the school: this was their territory. But Jay lingered, his gaze still on M/n. He knew he had to make a choice—stick with the group or take the risk and go to M/n. The decision was surprisingly easy. He broke away from the pack and headed towards the quiet corner.

As he approached, M/n looked up, surprise etched on his face. "Hey," Jay said, trying to sound casual as he slid into the chair across from him. "Mind if I sit?"

M/n's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing Jay's intentions. "What do you want?" His voice was guarded, expecting the worst.

Jay took a deep breath, suddenly aware of the weight of his decision. "I just wanted to talk. You know, like a human being," he said with a tentative smile.

M/n studied him for a moment before his expression softened. "Okay."

They talked about classes, teachers, and the upcoming exams, and Jay found himself genuinely enjoying the conversation. M/n was witty and insightful, and Jay was surprised at how much they had in common. He felt a pang of regret for not reaching out sooner, but he also knew that his friendship with M/n would be a secret. If his friends found out, they would never let him hear the end of it.

As they talked, Jay's hand accidentally brushed against M/n's, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He quickly pulled away, his cheeks flushing. He had never felt this way about a guy before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. He glanced around, making sure no one had noticed, and leaned in closer. "Look, I know this is weird, but I've got to tell you something."

M/n leaned in, curiosity piqued. "What's up?"

Jay swallowed hard, his heart racing. "I know you're not into guys," he began, his voice low, "but I can't help it. I… I like you."

M/n froze, his eyes wide. "What?"

Jay took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. "I said, I like you. I know it's not what you're expecting, but I can't ignore it anymore."

M/n's eyes searched Jay's, looking for any sign of a joke or a setup for a cruel prank. But all he saw was sincerity and vulnerability. "Are you… are you serious?"

Jay nodded, his throat dry. "Yeah, I am. I know it's messed up, considering who I am and who you are, but I can't just pretend it's not there."

M/n blinked rapidly, processing the unexpected confession. "I… I don't know what to say," he stammered.

"You don't have to say anything," Jay rushed to reassure him. "I just wanted you to know. We can keep it between us."

M/n's gaze remained on Jay, contemplating the implications of his words. He felt a strange mix of emotions—flattery, confusion, and a hint of excitement that was immediately squashed by fear of what this could mean for both of them. "But what about your friends?" he whispered, glancing over at the ENHYPEN table where they were now watching with unabashed curiosity.

Jay's expression grew solemn. "They don't have to know. This can be our secret." He reached out and took M/n's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth of Jay's touch sent a shiver down M/n's spine, and for a moment, he allowed himself to believe it could work.

But the cafeteria wasn't the place to explore these feelings. "I've got to go," M/n said abruptly, standing up and collecting his books. "I have a test to study for."

Jay's eyes widened in surprise. "Can we talk somewhere else, then? Maybe in the bathroom?"

M/n hesitated, his heart racing. The idea of being alone with Jay in such a private place was both thrilling and intimidating. But he also knew that the bathroom was one of the few spaces in school where they could be themselves without fear of prying eyes. "Okay," he murmured, and together they made their way to the nearest bathroom, their hearts pounding in unison with each step.

Once inside, Jay locked the door behind them, and the tension grew palpable. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the distant echo of water in the pipes. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the air thick with unspoken words and desires. Jay's hand found its way to M/n's cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw as they moved closer. Their eyes searched for answers in the depths of the other's gaze before their lips met in a tentative kiss.

The kiss grew more urgent as the reality of their situation set in. Jay's athletic body pressed against M/n's smaller frame, and M/n felt the undeniable thrill of the jock's attentions. Jay's hands began to explore, his fingers dancing along M/n's collarbone and down to the hem of his shirt. M/n's breath hitched as Jay's hand slipped underneath, caressing the bare skin of his stomach. The sensation was overwhelming, and he found himself responding, his own hands fumbling with the buttons of Jay's shirt.

They stumbled into a stall, the door slamming shut behind them. Jay pushed M/n against the cold metal divider, their kisses growing more passionate. Jay's hand roamed lower, finding the bulge in M/n's pants, and he gasped as Jay's strong grip began to stroke him through the fabric. The feeling was intense, a delicious mix of fear and desire. They were both panting now, their breaths mingling in the small space. Jay broke the kiss to whisper, "Let me make you feel good."

M/n nodded, his eyes glazed with want. Jay unbuckled M/n's pants, freeing his erection, and took it in his hand. His touch was surprisingly gentle, despite the urgency of the moment. M/n's legs trembled as Jay's expert strokes sent waves of pleasure through him. He leaned back against the stall door, his head spinning. Jay's own pants were undone now, and he was stroking himself in time with M/n's gasps.

The sound of the bathroom door opening sent a bolt of panic through them, but it was only the hiss of the old pipes. They were still alone, their secret safe for now. Jay's hand moved faster, his grip tightening, and M/n knew he was close. He reached down and wrapped his legs around Jay's waist, pulling him closer. Jay took the hint, and with a grunt, he pushed into M/n without preamble. The pain was sharp but brief, replaced almost immediately by an intense fullness that made M/n's eyes roll back in his head.

They moved in a rhythm that seemed to defy the very air around them, their bodies fitting together in a way that was almost too perfect to be real. Jay's muscles tensed and flexed with each thrust, his breath hot against M/n's neck as he whispered dirty words that sent shivers down his spine. M/n's own hands were clutching Jay's shirt, holding on for dear life as the pleasure built inside him. He felt like he was going to break apart, but Jay's strong arms kept him anchored, kept him safe.

M/n could feel his climax approaching, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jay's eyes never left his, filled with a fiery need that seemed to burn through every inch of M/n's soul. He whispered Jay's name, and that was all it took for Jay to pick up the pace, driving into him with an urgency that was almost violent in its intensity. M/n threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, the warmth of his release spilling over Jay's hand.

Jay followed close behind, his own orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He buried his face in M/n's neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. They remained there, their breaths mingling in the small space, for a moment that felt like an eternity. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion that neither of them had ever experienced before.

As they both began to come down from their high, the reality of their situation crashed back in. Jay pulled out gently, his eyes searching M/n's for any signs of regret. But all he saw was a dazed look of satisfaction. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with concern.

M/n nodded, his cheeks still flushed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was… intense."

Jay managed a small, shaky laugh. "Yeah, it was." He reached for a wad of toilet paper, cleaning them both up before helping M/n to stand properly. They stared at each other for a moment, the gravity of what they had just done weighing heavily on their minds.

"We can't do this again," M/n said, his voice cracking slightly. "What if someone finds out?"

Jay nodded, his expression serious. "I know. It's just… I couldn't resist." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress M/n's cheek. "But we'll be careful. We'll find a way."

M/n pulled away, his eyes searching Jay's. "But what about your friends? They can't find out."

Jay's smile was tight. "Don't worry about them. They're not going to know unless you tell them." His thumb traced M/n's swollen bottom lip. "This is just between us."

M/n nodded, his heart racing. He knew the risks, but the thrill of the secret was intoxicating. They quickly straightened their clothes and Jay unlocked the stall door, peering out to ensure the coast was clear. They stepped out, trying to look as casual as possible, despite the tremors of pleasure still vibrating through their bodies.

The bathroom was empty, the echoes of their passion now just a memory. They walked back to the cafeteria, their steps measured and their eyes fixed straight ahead. The whispers of their classmates, the cackles of the ENHYPEN members, and the clatter of silverware faded into the background as they replayed the intensity of their encounter in their minds.

For the rest of the day, Jay couldn't focus on anything but the feel of M/n's body against his, the way his breath had hitched, the sweet sound of his moans. It was like a secret fire burning within him, threatening to consume him if he didn't get more. And he knew M/n felt it too, the way his eyes had searched Jay's when they'd parted, the way his hand had lingered on the stall door handle, as if he didn't want to leave.

The next day, the tension between them was palpable, but they both played it cool in public. Jay's friends noticed his distraction and teased him mercilessly, assuming it was one of the cheerleaders he'd been chasing. But Jay just took it in stride, his mind elsewhere.

During lunch, Jay made his way to M/n's usual spot, his heart racing with anticipation. M/n looked up from his book, and their eyes met, the secret shared between them like a silent promise. They exchanged a knowing smile, and Jay felt his heart flutter in his chest.

As the days turned into weeks, their secret meetings in the bathroom during lunch became a thrilling ritual. The danger of being caught added a layer of excitement to their encounters, making every touch, every kiss feel like a stolen moment of pure rebellion. Jay found himself looking forward to these meetings more than any game or party, the allure of M/n's intelligence and the intensity of their passion a heady mix that he couldn't resist.

Night Off

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Paring: PowerBttmYunjin x SubTop!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Requested: Ight I couldn’t tell if u write this type of thing or not but can you please do a huh yunjin x male reader smut where they’ve been dating for a while and he help her with her practice then afterwards they get something to eat then go home and have sex thank you

More: Masterlist

A/n: I apologize for the delay in posting this. I've been very busy with school and extracurricular activities, which is why this remained unfinished in my drafts.

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The cool breeze of the early autumn evening whispered through the leaves, playing a soft melody as it danced around the figure standing alone on the rooftop. Yunjin, dressed in a simple black hoodie and sweatpants, her hair tied back in a low ponytail, took a deep breath, savoring the crisp air that filled her lungs. She looked out over the sprawling cityscape, the lights twinkling like stars scattered across the dark fabric of the night. The quiet was a stark contrast to the deafening cheers she was used to hearing from the stage below, but she cherished these moments of solitude. They allowed her to reconnect with the world outside the glitz and glamour of K-pop stardom.

Her thoughts drifted to her partner, M/n, who had been nothing but supportive in her journey. They had been dating for several months now, and their relationship had grown stronger with each passing day. He knew her better than anyone, understanding the pressures she faced and the sacrifices she made for her career. And tonight, as he had many times before, he offered to help her with her vocal practice. His gentle guidance and encouraging words had always brought out the best in her, pushing her to reach new heights with every note she sang.

As she took a sip of her tea, the warm liquid seemed to melt away the stress of the day. Her thoughts drifted back to M/n and the way he had looked at her during their practice session. His eyes had been filled with admiration and a hint of something more, something that made her heart flutter. She knew he had a busy schedule of his own, but he always made time for her when she needed it most. It was a rare gift in their demanding world, one that she treasured deeply.

They had decided to grab a bite to eat at their favorite local restaurant, a cozy little place that served the best ddeokbokki in town. The smell of spicy rice cakes sizzling in the sauce filled the air, making their mouths water as they walked in. The owner, an older woman with a perpetual smile, waved them over to their usual table in the corner. They slid into the plush booth, the familiar comfort of the place wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

M/n ordered their usual - a spicy seafood ddeokbokki for two - while Yunjin picked at the menu, her appetite not quite as voracious as his. She finally settled on a bulgogi rice bowl, her eyes meeting his as she handed the menu back to the waitress. He smirked, knowing she'd end up eating most of his food anyway. As they waited, they chatted about their day, sharing stories and laughter that seemed to resonate through the intimate space.

"Here we go, the best ddeokbokki in Seoul," M/n exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as the steaming plate of rice cakes was set before them. The tangy aroma of the spicy sauce mixed with the sweetness of the dough brought a smile to Yunjin's lips. They dug in, the chewy texture and explosion of flavors a delightful contrast to the quiet evening they'd had so far.

As they ate, their conversation grew more personal, sharing their fears and hopes for the future. Yunjin spoke candidly about the pressure of maintaining her image and the constant need to improve. M/n listened intently, his hand reaching over to gently squeeze hers. "You're already incredible, Yunjin," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You don't need to change for anyone."

The comfort in his words was like a balm to her soul. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. He leaned in, his thumb brushing a stray tear from her cheek, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. The warmth of his touch spread through her body, igniting a fire she hadn't realized had been smoldering all evening.

Their meal continued with a newfound intimacy, their laughter more genuine and their smiles brighter. They talked about their future, their dreams, and the secret moments they shared when the cameras weren't rolling. It was easy to forget the world outside their bubble, especially when their food arrived, a symphony of flavors that sang in harmony with their shared love for each other. They ate with gusto, stealing glances and smiles in between bites, their bond growing stronger with every shared taste.

After they finished their meal, they walked hand in hand through the quiet streets, the cool air a gentle caress on their skin. They didn't speak much, content in the comfortable silence that had grown between them. The city was a blur of lights and sounds, but all that mattered was the steady beat of their hearts and the warmth of their entwined fingers.

When they reached M/n's apartment, the tension between them grew palpable. They stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them like a lock sealing in their secret world. He led her to the living room, where the soft glow of a single lamp cast a warm, inviting light. She sat down on the couch, watching as he moved to the stereo, selecting a playlist of their favorite songs. The first notes of a slow, sensual ballad filled the air, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

M/n turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's take this to the next level," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise that sent a thrill through her. She nodded, her pulse quickening as he approached her, his steps deliberate and predatory. He took her hands in his, pulling her to her feet, and their bodies collided with a fierceness that stole her breath. His lips claimed hers, the kiss a declaration of war against the boundaries that had held them back.

Yunjin melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and plane with a reverence that made her feel worshiped. She gasped as his teeth grazed her bottom lip, the sting of pain quickly replaced by the sweetness of his tongue. They broke apart, panting, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. He took a step back, his gaze raking over her before he took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the moon's silver beam that sneaked through the curtains. He guided her to the bed, and she sat, her legs swinging open and inviting. He didn't need a second invitation. M/n knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly untied her shoes and peeled off her socks. The simple act was loaded with erotic tension, each touch a promise of what was to come. He slid her sweatpants down her legs, revealing the black lace panties that clung to her hips like a second skin.

Yunjin felt a thrill run through her as he traced a finger along the waistband. She leaned back, her heart racing as he hooked his fingers under the lace and slid them down, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. He took his time, savoring the sight of her. He kissed the inside of her thighs, his breath hot against her skin. His mouth found its way to the apex of her legs, and she gasped as his tongue flicked over her clit. She was already wet and ready for him, the anticipation making her shiver with need.

M/n's hands roamed up her body, cupping her breasts through her hoodie. He teased her nipples, rolling them gently between his thumbs and forefingers until they were hard and sensitive. He pulled the hoodie over her head, tossing it aside to reveal the matching black lace bra that barely contained her. He took his time unclasping it, the slow reveal making her squirm with impatience. When her breasts spilled out, he took one in his mouth, sucking and nipping until she was arching her back and moaning his name.

Their bodies were a tapestry of desire, a dance of hands and mouths that knew every inch of each other by heart. He kissed her collarbone, tracing a path down to her navel, his tongue dipping inside to tickle the sensitive spot that made her squirm. Yunjin's fingers found his hair, pulling him closer as he made his way back up, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. When he reached her mouth again, she tasted herself on him, a heady combination that made her want more.

M/n stood, his own passion clear through the bulge in his pants. He took a moment to shed his clothes, revealing a body that was toned and lean from years of dance and exercise. He stepped out of his jeans, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard. Yunjin licked her lips, eager to feel him inside her. He took his time, teasing her with feather-light touches as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.

With a wicked smile, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her eyes never leaving his. She took his length in her hand, stroking it gently before guiding it to her entrance. The head nudged against her, and she lowered herself, inch by inch, until he was buried deep within her. She threw her head back, her hair a curtain around them, as she moaned with pleasure. The sensation of being filled by him was exquisite, a feeling she never tired of.

"O-oh, oh! god, Yunjin," M/n gasped, his eyes rolling back as she began to ride him with a confidence that made his heart race. Her movements were fluid, each stroke a masterful blend of passion and power. Her hips rocked back and forth, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, a vice grip that only made him harder.

"You like that baby?" Yunjin murmured, a wicked glint in her eye as she watched M/n's reaction to her movements. He could only nod, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as she took control of the rhythm. Her hips moved in a sinuous dance, her inner muscles squeezing and releasing around his length, eliciting gasps and moans from his parted lips.

"I need you to talk to me, M/n," she purred, her voice a sweet siren's call that sent shivers down his spine. "D-do you like that baby? Tell me how it feels," she demanded, her hips rolling in a mesmerizing rhythm that had him on the edge.

He could only manage to whine, "Y-Yunjin, you're so tight, so warm." His voice was a desperate plea, a testament to the exquisite pleasure she wrung from his body. Her breasts bounced with every movement, the sight making his cock throb even more. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that he was utterly incapable of resisting.

With each roll of her hips, M/n felt himself losing control. Her power over him was absolute, and he reveled in the sweet surrender. He felt her getting wetter, her walls clutching him tighter, urging him closer to the precipice of climax. "Fuck, M-mommy," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, trying to steady himself against the onslaught of sensation.

Yunjin leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she picked up the pace. The friction was delicious, their skin slick with sweat as they moved in perfect harmony. She could feel his cock pulse inside her, a silent declaration of his impending release. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Cum for Mommy," she whispered, her voice a seductive command that sent him over the edge.

M/n's body tensed, his moans growing louder as he obeyed her command. His hips bucked up to meet her, his release flooding her with warmth. The feeling sent her own orgasm crashing over her, her walls clenching around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged as she reveled in the aftermath of their shared climax.

For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in a frantic symphony. Then, with a sigh, she shifted, rolling off him and onto her side, taking him with her. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his cock still half-hard and nestled against her thigh. She stroked his hair, her fingers tracing patterns on his scalp that made him purr with contentment.

Hello could I request a university au hyuka and soobin x bttm sub reader where in public the reader is loved across the campus by both professors and students and is very much a gold star pupil but behind closed doors the reader is nothing to short of a cock hungry whore for kai and soobin and loves when they use him however they see fit

The Star Pupil

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Paring: Top!Soobin x Top!Hyuka x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: I might be a little behind on posting requests because of school and soccer starting, so if you request now, it might take me a while to get to it.

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The university's clock tower chimed, sending its melodious echo across the quad. Students hurried to their next classes, their chatter and laughter punctuating the hot summer air. Amidst the bustle, a young man with a tray of books precariously balanced on one hand navigated the crowded walkway. His eyes searched the horizon, a hint of anticipation in his gait.

"Hey, M/n!" a familiar voice called out, and the young man turned to see Kai, his best friend, waving from the entrance of the library. The two shared a knowing smile as they approached each other.

"Hyuka," M/n greeted, his heart skipping a beat as he took in the other's impeccable outfit - the white sweater vest and dark red tie of their summer uniform contrasting with the golden hue of his skin. "What's up?"

Kai grinned mischievously, a glint in his eyes. "Just thought I'd help you lighten the load." He plucked a book from the tray, and M/n felt a strange thrill as their fingers brushed. "What's in store for us today?"

M/n shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just the usual, I guess. Homework, studying, maybe a nap in the shade."

Kai leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. "Or maybe a little detour to Soobin and I's dorm?" His words hung in the air, a seductive invitation that sent shivers down M/n's spine. The idea of being used by both of them at the same time was thrilling, and his cock began to stir in his shorts.

M/n's eyes widened slightly, trying to keep his arousal hidden. "What do you guys have planned?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Kai's grin grew wider. "Well, Soobin had this idea." He paused for dramatic effect. "He wants to… well, show his appreciation for the university's star pupil." His eyes danced with excitement as he took M/n's hand, leading him away from the bustling path.

M/n's heart raced as they approached the dorms. He knew what was coming, and his body was already eager for it. The door to their shared room swung open, revealing Soobin lounging on the bed, his tie askew and the top button of his shirt undone. The sight was tantalizing, and M/n could feel his pulse quicken.

"Welcome, scholar," Soobin greeted, his voice a smooth caress that made M/n's knees wobble. He stepped into the room, the cool air conditioning a stark contrast to the heat outside. The scent of their combined cologne wafted through the air, a heady mix that made him even more eager for what was to come.

"You know I'd do anything for a little… extra credit," M/n said, setting his books down on the desk with a playful smirk. Soobin's eyes lit up at the mention, and Kai chuckled, locking the door behind them with a soft click.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the harsh sunlight at bay. Soobin gestured to the bed with a knowing smile. "Then let's get to it," he said, his voice dropping to a sensual purr.

M/n felt his cheeks flush as he approached the bed, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He knew he was about to embark on another session of passionate submission to the two men he adored. Kai and Soobin had discovered his secret desires a few months ago, and since then, their friendship had evolved into something more intimate and intense. They had become his masters in every sense of the word, and he reveled in the feeling of belonging that came with it.

Soobin patted the bed, and M/n eagerly complied, sitting down and watching as Kai moved closer. The tall, lean figure of Soobin was a vision of calm power, his dark eyes filled with an unspoken command that sent a shiver down M/n's spine. Kai, on the other hand, was all energy and playfulness, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Strip," Soobin ordered, and M/n's hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He felt the heat of their gazes on him as he revealed his bare chest, the cool fabric of his uniform shorts caressing his now-throbbing cock. He watched as Kai's eyes grew dark with desire, and Soobin's hand reached out to stroke his own cock through his pants.

The tension in the room grew thick as M/n shed his clothes, feeling like a piece of art being unwrapped for their viewing pleasure. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, allowing them to see his hard, leaking cock and the softness of his balls.

"Good boy," Kai murmured, his voice a gentle caress as he knelt before M/n, unbuckling his own belt. Soobin sat up, his hand still stroking his length, his eyes never leaving M/n's. The room was now filled with the sound of clothes being removed, the rustle of fabric punctuating the silence.

M/n watched, his breath hitching, as Kai pulled out his cock, already standing at attention. It was a beautiful sight, a stark contrast to the innocent façade he maintained in public. Kai's fingers danced over M/n's thighs, teasing closer and closer to his cock. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body aching for their touch.

Soobin's hand reached out, taking the lead as he gently stroked M/n's erection. His thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the precum that had gathered there. "Look how eager you are," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Always ready to serve."

M/n's eyes fluttered shut as Kai leaned in, the tip of his cock brushing against M/n's parted lips. Without a word, M/n opened his mouth and took Kai in, feeling the softness of the head give way to the firmness beneath. He moaned around the girth, savoring the taste of his friend's desire. Soobin's strokes grew firmer, and he could feel the heat building in his own balls, begging for release.

Kai's hand tangled in M/n's hair, guiding him deeper as he pushed his cock into the warm, welcoming depths of his mouth. M/n's throat muscles worked in silent invitation, eager to please. He knew the drill, knew how to make Kai moan and buck his hips, and he reveled in the power he held over the him. The sound of wet, suckling noises filled the room, mingling with Soobin's gentle groans of approval.

With a smooth motion, Soobin positioned himself behind M/n, his cock nudging against the tight, puckered entrance. He lubricated himself with the precum that was already flowing freely from his cock, teasing M/n open with the tip before pushing in. M/n's eyes widened, and he took Kai's cock even deeper, the dual sensation of fullness in his mouth and ass sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Soobin's thrusts grew stronger, and M/n's moans around Kai's cock grew louder, the vibrations adding to the intense sensation. He could feel the head of Soobin's cock brushing against his prostate, the pleasure almost too much to handle. Kai's grip on his hair tightened, guiding him in a rhythm that matched Soobin's movements.

M/n's eyes watered as he deepthroated Kai, taking him in until the base hit the back of his throat. His cheeks hollowed with each bob, his throat muscles working overtime to accommodate the thick length. Kai's breathing grew ragged, and his hips began to buck slightly, pushing deeper into M/n's eager mouth. The young man's eyes met Soobin's in the mirror on the wall, and he could see the mix of pleasure and dominance in the leader's gaze.

Soobin's cock slid into M/n with a smoothness that spoke of experience and practice. M/n's body quivered around the intrusion, the tightness giving way to the familiar stretch that never failed to excite him. He could feel the heat of Soobin's body at his back, the leader's chest pressing against his own as he fucked him slowly, savoring every inch.

"Y-ou're such a f-fucking cock slut," Kai groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as M/n took him deep. The sound of M/n's gagging was music to their ears, a symphony of desire that filled the room.

"I bet you love being used like this, don't you?" Soobin whispered, his breath hot against M/n's neck as he leaned in, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "The gold star pupil, spread open for anyone who wants a taste."

M/n nodded, his eyes still glued to Kai's in the mirror, his mouth full of the latter's cock. He felt the pressure build inside him, a delicious ache that grew with every thrust from behind. Soobin's cock filled him completely, the head brushing against that sweet spot that made his toes curl.

Kai's hand on the back of his head grew more insistent, pushing him to take even more of his length. M/n's throat muscles tightened around the cock, his gag reflex giving way to the sweet obedience that came with being used so thoroughly. He could feel the veins pulsing in Kai's cock, the precursor to his climax, and his own need grew more urgent.

Soobin's strokes grew deeper, his cock plunging into M/n with a steadiness that spoke of his control. Each time he reached the deepest part of him, M/n's body clenched around him, desperate for more. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, the pleasure cresting like a wave ready to break.

In the mirror, M/n watched as Kai's eyes rolled back, his breaths coming in sharp pants. His hand on the back of M/n's head was a vice, urging him to swallow every inch. The sight was too much for M/n to bear, and he felt his own orgasm approaching, his cock spasming and leaking onto his stomach.

Soobin must have felt the change in tension because he picked up his pace, his strokes now punctuated by the slap of skin against skin. "You're going to cum for us, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and demanding. "You're going to show us how much you love being our little whore."

M/n nodded, his eyes never leaving Kai's in the mirror. He could feel Soobin's cock swelling inside him, knew he was close as well. The pressure in his own balls was unbearable, the heat in his belly coiling tighter and tighter.

With a final, powerful thrust, Soobin hit M/n's prostate just right, and the dam broke. M/n's eyes rolled back in his head as he came, spurts of cum painting his stomach and chest. His throat clenched around Kai's cock, the contractions of his orgasm sending Kai over the edge as well. The older boy's grip on his hair tightened, and he shot his load down M/n's throat, filling him up with his hot seed.

Soobin's orgasm followed, his cock pulsing inside M/n as he emptied himself. The feeling of being filled by both of them at once was overwhelming, and M/n's body quivered with the intensity of it all. He could feel their combined cum leaking out of him, a sticky mess that only added to the delicious feeling of being used so thoroughly.

Kai's grip on M/n's hair loosened, and he gently pulled out, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with saliva. He stepped back, admiring the sight before him. "Look at you," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Our perfect little toy, just waiting to be played with."

M/n felt a rush of satisfaction at the praise, his cheeks still flushed from the exertion. He looked up at Kai through his lashes, his mouth open slightly, the taste of his release still lingering. Soobin slowly withdrew, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched M/n's body convulse with the aftershocks of pleasure.