Tired - P.SH

Tired - P.SH

❛ helping him de-stress after a concert because he was "tired" ───

warnings : smuttt, mdni, oral (m!receiving), fingering, cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, if i missed smth lmk! wc : 844 words

"Fuck, Yn…" Sunghoon moans as you were sucking his dick. "You're so good at this." He grabs a fistful of your hair, his hands sending a shiver down your spine, making you look up at him. Seeing how his eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, the way his mouth is parted, the way his breath comes in ragged gasps. "Come on, baby, suck it harder…"

You obey, your lips tightening around him as you bob your head up and down, feeling the hot, wet walls of his throat massaging the sensitive underside of his cock. You can taste the precum on your tongue, the salty taste of it mixing with the sweat and the sound of his moans. You love how he tastes, how he feels, how much control he has over your body.

Sunghoon's hands grip your hair tighter, his fingers digging into your scalp, but it only serves to heighten the sensation. You glance up at him again, watching as he tosses his head back, exposing the long, graceful column of his throat, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. You can see the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tense and relax, the way his hips begin to thrust into your mouth.

With one final thrust, he cries out, his hips bucking wildly as he comes, filling your mouth with his cum. "Swallow it for me, baby," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper as he slides his cock from your mouth.

You quickly swallow the rest of his seed, relishing the taste of him on your tongue. He reaches down, cupping your cheek in his rough hand, and pulls you up into a kiss. His lips are soft and demanding all at once. He could taste himself on your tongue, and it only makes him want more. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yours as his free hand finds its way under your skirt, teasing you by drawing circles on your soaked panties.

He slids in 2 fingers, feeling you wet and ready for him. You arch your back into his touch, your nails digging into his shoulder as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. He groans, the sound vibrating against your lips. "That's it, baby. Take it." He pulls his fingers out, only to slide them back in again, this time curling them deeper, finding your sweet spot that makes you cry out.

Your moans mingle with his, your bodies moving in perfect rhythm as he fingerfucks. You feel yourself building to a climax, your muscles tensing, your breath coming in ragged gasps. He can feel it too, and it only makes him go faster, harder. His other hand grips your hip, guiding you up and down on his fingers, his thrusts matching your movements.

Sunghoon's hips buck against you, his cock rubbing against your thigh, and suddenly he pulls his fingers out of you, only to line his tip up at your entrance. You feel him pushing, slowly but surely, and with one hard thrust, he's inside you. You cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure as he fills you completely. He holds still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before beginning to move.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking tight." Sunghoon growls, his hips beginning to move with a steady rhythm. He pulls you up onto your hands and knees, his thrusts deep and powerful, hitting your cervix. Your body responds instinctively, meeting his movements. He slides a hand between your body, cupping your breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers.

You clench around him, feeling every inch of him inside you. His other hand massaging your other breast . You arch your back, moaning loudly as he hits your g-spot inside you. He spanks your ass, driving you both closer to the edge. The sound of your skin slapping together, his harsh breathing, and the wet, rhythmic sounds fill the room.

You feel yourself creaming his cock as you cum, your body shuddering with the force of it. Sunghoon's thrusts grow harder, faster as he feels you tighten around him. His fingers dig into your hips, his other hand fisting in your hair as he holds you in place. He growls, his voice hoarse with desire, as he feels himself about to lose control. With one last thrust, he cries out, filling you completely as he comes. His hips buck wildly, driving him deeper into you as he holds himself there, panting heavily into your neck.

You collapse forward, catching your breath as he pulls out of you, his softening cock slipping free. He catches you, lowering you gently back onto the bed. He lays beside you, your sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. His fingers lazily trace circles on your back, his touch so gentle now.

"And you said you were tired." Sunghoon chuckles hearing that, the sound vibrating against your ear. "I think I've worn you out." He trails his fingers up your back, over your shoulder blade, before wrapping his arm around you.

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DAMN IM SO FUCKING EXCITED NOW

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬' 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

RELEASE DATE: Friday, 21st June 2024 (subject to change)

PAIRING: non!idols enha hyung line x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), semi-college au, adulthood, reverse harem, dark themes.

WARNINGS: mentions of christianity, profanities, smoking, mention of drugs, alcohol consumption, violence, blood, murders, yandere & tsundere, manipulation, corruption, toxicity, heavy angst, dubcon themes, unprotected sex (no!), dom hyung line (rip), name calling, degradation, possible voyeurism, mild bondage, gagging, choking, blowjob, fingering, edging, manhandling, spitting kink, orgasm denial, crying, squirting, creampies, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, threesomes (twice), more to be added....

TEASER WORD COUNT: 1.3k

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3.1, PART 3.2, PART 4, PART 5

✘ SERIES MASTERLIST ✘

The passage of time appears to be slowing down, with the red neon luminosity encompassing you gradually fading into a blur, while the bright sign of 'exit' ahead remains a beacon to your fortitude, but your quest to the road of freedom grows languid as the eventual exertion dawns on your body.

Tears welling in your lower eyelids are a recrudescence of terror, parallel to your inner turmoil that remains unabating, and you feel as though it is eating you alive from the inside, dwindling the hope you so desperately clutch onto.

Your ears perk up at the sound of familiar, heavy-booted steps from not far behind you, eliciting a forlorn cry from you before you force your weary body to pick up the speed, despite the unknown yet lethal substance streaming through your every fibre and taking its major effect on your whole being.

No, this is not how you imagined facing your demise. You never would have thought that one of your worst nightmares had manifested itself and plunged into your reality.

Your skull is throbbing painfully, with blood seeping from the fresh wounds that trickle down the side of your face, while your heart aches tremendously. A sob emerges from the back of your throat before waterworks cascade down on you, but you refuse to allow yourself to die tonight, not when you’re nearly getting the taste of freedom.

Before you know it, you use the force of your body to push the door open as it swings outward violently, and you continue to run on the asphalt ground, having no clue of your current location, while your heaving chest is starting to hurt with how ragged your breathing is that mingles with the sobs.

“Please.” You choke out, your tearful eyes blurring your vision, while you feel as though more needles are piercing into your skull. “Please let all of this be a nightmare.” You manage to whisper in between broken sobs, nearly succumbing to the hyperventilation that renders you unfocused on your surroundings as your body remains in a fight-or-flight mode.

The next thing you know, you bump into a solid chest that nearly has you staggering back if it weren’t for strong arms latching onto your trembling form. The moment your eyes meet his concerned eyes that soon blaze with anger, a frightful shriek tears from your parched throat before you push him away from you, as though he is a disease.

“Princess?” Sunghoon, whose head is fogging with confusion, frowns visibly as he sees the way you are looking at him as though he is a terrifying stranger.

The movements from Jake and Jay catch your heightened sense, prompting you to cower away from them as you back away. “Stay away from me!” You shout at them, the fear is palpable in the tremor of your voice, to which they halt their movements.

“Baby, it’s us!” Jay exclaims while trying his utmost not to give away the tempest of wrath that storms within him upon seeing the state you are in. 

“Lovely…” Jake takes cautious steps towards you, but even his loving, gentle tone is not enough to dispel the betrayal and heartbreak you are still reeling from.

“I said don’t come close to me! Please!” To see you hyperventilating as you sob hard hits them in the face, but what pains them is the terror you exhibit right now because they never wanted you to fear them as though they would really hurt you.

You turn around with the intention to run from them, but this time, Heeseung’s figure is a hindrance as he blocks your way. His hands find their way to hold you firmly while you attempt to thrash and struggle in his captivity.

“Let go of me!” You become relentless, your fear is now eclipsed by anger that stems from the fresh betrayal.

Despite the confusion upon seeing the blazing anger in your crystalline eyes, Heeseung remains calmly collected as he holds you effortlessly yet is unable for you to escape from. “Sweetheart─”

Being utterly overwhelmed and blinded by the maelstrom of pain, betrayal, sadness, and anger, you raise your hand and bring it down to land a harsh slap to his now-stinging cheek, shocking the other three from behind.

“Do you think this is meant to be humorous to you?!” The rage in your voice is unmistakable as it sounds foreign to your ears, but your focus remains on his face as he slowly turns to look at you while you are oblivious to the raging storms in his dark eyes. “Is this really your endgame?! Once you’re satisfied after fucking me, you'll kill me?!”

Heeseung’s deadly silence only seems to fuel your wrath, and so you begin to throw punches into his chest that don't even have any effect on him. “Fight back!” You scream in between sobs, tears relentlessly streaming down your cheeks. “If you want to kill me, do it now!”

“Y/N, stop.” Jake and Jay appear from behind, intervening as they grab you away from Heeseung’s defeated grasps while you continue to struggle and fight against their strong hold valiantly despite feeling debilitated.

“What are you talking about?” Heeseung’s calm voice manages to reach your ears despite the sound of your hysteria.

“Yeah, what do you mean by killing you, lovely?” Jake asks with a frown as soon as you shoot him a glare. “We would never do such a thing─”

Miraculously, you manage to escape from their grasps, and your glaring eyes penetrate into each of them. “Don’t lie to me! I know you’re the ones who kidnapped me and brought me to this God-forsaken place, and for what? To kill me!”

“We didn’t!” Jay objects vehemently, disbelief lacing his tone. “Why would we ever want to kill you?”

“Liar!” You retort before breaking down again, the sound of your cries only fuels their anger to hunt down whoever dared to hurt you. “If you weren’t the ones back there, then how did you even know where I was?”

“I installed a tracker on your phone. It’s the reason why we managed to track your location.” Jake steps forward, his softening eyes seem to balm your hysteric nerves. “But you have to believe us, love. We would never do anything to jeopardise your life.”

You open your mouth to speak, but a whimper comes instead as you feel the familiar pain plummeting into your skull, prompting you to clutch your still-bleeding head, and Sunghoon, being the nearest to you, holds you steady against him just as your body sways lightly.

“You’re still bleeding, princess.” Sunghoon murmurs, his gentle tone and his touch send you into a whirlwind of confusion. Disappointment seeps through him as you push him away while your mind is waging a battle of internal conflict, recalling the girls’ words about them, but at the same time, your love for them remains palpable, which only makes your head spin.

“Don’t touch me.” You protest weakly as you attempt to yank your arm from Heeseung’s firm grasp, but the substances injected into you that flow in your system wholly revoke the remnants of your vitality, rendering you debilitated as you find yourself leaning into him.

Without a word, Heeseung effortlessly carries you in a bridal style, with your whole body going limp as your consciousness slips away faster than you like before the darkness welcomes you once more.

“Gather all the knights from your respective houses. We’ll be having a meeting tomorrow morning.” Heeseung orders calmly, causing the three to exchange glances. “All of them, and not a single person is to be left out.”

“You got it.” Jake gives him a firm nod.

Heeseung catches Sunghoon and Jay’s eyes, and they immediately understand his deadly intent. “Find those fuckers inside and do what you need to do. Bring their heads to me.”

FUCKKKK THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT I CANT WALK

Toxic

enhypen hyung line x school bully!reader [afab]

genre: smut

concept: you run the whole school like it's your personal playground. no one has ever tried to stop you. everyone knows that you're practically untouchable, you can do whatever you want, whenever you want, no consequences. when you take it too far, though, the results are far beyond what you ever expected.

w/c: ~8.k

warning: high school au, school bully au, reader is mean and vindictive, attempted and actual blackmail, feigned violence and assault; sexually explicit content, *non con, degradation, use of nicknames [princess, etc.], gang bang, forced bondage, gagging, oral (m. & f. receiving), throat fucking, choking, cum eating, titty fucking, filming, cumshot, *unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

The hallways in the school buildings are hardly considered narrow, with the way students are always roaming through them in packs. There’s a little bit of shoving but generally not enough to warrant a serious problem. This is why it’s such a shock to Jake when he’s suddenly tripping and ending up sprawled on the floor of the hallway, his books and folders and notes sprayed across the tile. He groans, getting to his knees on the ground, knees and hands aching from his fall. When he looks around, he sees a pair of pristine, white sneakers right in front of him. 

“You should be more careful,” you say, leaning down to look him in the eyes. Jake grimaces, familiar with your particular brand of condescending concern. “It’s so dangerous for you to be walking down the hall, not looking where you’re going. You could’ve run into me.” 

“I didn’t,” Jake informs you, making you grin. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say? That accent of yours makes it so hard to understand you,” you tease him, Jake looking away from your mocking gaze, embarrassed. 

“Y/N, leave him alone,” Heeseung says, straightening up from where he was crouched on the floor a few paces ahead, picking up Jake’s things for him. He approaches and you turn to him, a smirk on your lips, your glass nail file between your fingers. You point it at him threateningly, making him stop in his tracks. 

“Yeah, Seungie? You might wanna check that hero’s complex of yours before it gets you in trouble,” you warn him, leaning forward to poke him with the sharp point of your file. The tip nudges at the bare skin of his neck right above the knot of his tie, making him flinch back. “What? No witty comeback?” You mock him, doing it again. 

“I’m sure it was an accident,” Heeseung says, voice flat. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you retort. You turn back to Jake, who’s still on the floor. “What’s the matter, Australia, your legs don’t work? Get up or you’ll be late to class.” You kick him none too gently in the knee, making him flinch back. You walk away from them, shouldering your way past Heeseung, who stumbles to the side, away from you. You’re followed by a small group of cronies that you hardly go anywhere without. As soon as you’re far enough away traffic resumes in the hall and Heeseung reaches down to help Jake to his feet. 

“Bitch,” Jake mumbles under his breath in English, making Heeseung smile. “What the hell is her problem anyway?” He asks, taking the folders and notes Heeseung picked up for him. 

“What is any mean high school girl’s problem?” Heeseung replies, crouching down to help Jake gather the rest of his things. “Y/N’s just a bully. A rich, smart, bully. She can do whatever she wants because she’s student council president, gets top grades and her parents are filthy rich.” Heeseung looks at Jake, straightening his papers out. “I know you just moved here but let me assure you, mean girls are probably no different here than from Australia.” 

“Most mean girls back home don’t have so much money they can throw people to the floor without consequences though,” Jake comments, making Heeseung smile again. “She’s really that rich?” 

“She’s really that rich. Her parents practically own this place,” Heeseung says. They both straighten all the way up once Jake’s got his things in hand. “C’mon, let’s get to class or we really will be late.” On the way, Heeseung explains you to Jake. 

Not a person in this school is crazy enough to mess with you. Obviously, you have money, you have so much money your parents don’t know what to do with it. You’re an heiress and it allows you to get away with whatever you want. Granted, the school tends to cater to the filthy rich but you’re beyond most people’s conception of rich, your family donates a lot of money to the school and your mother is on the board. You could spit on these floors and the janitors would apologize to you for the state of them. It’s half the reason no one looks twice when you do things like push students around or pick fights with other girls. The consequences will always end in your favor. 

Besides all of that though, you are a model student. You’re in the top percentage of the entire school in terms of grades and you’re student council president. Whether or not you bought votes or used intimidation tactics to get that position is irrelevant because you still have it. You run fundraising campaigns and organize dances and extracurricular activities, all of which go off without a hitch. It’s annoying to everyone else how good you are at being president even though you definitely do not deserve it. 

“I don’t understand,” Jake says when the two of them get to the doorway of the classroom. Disappointingly enough, they share a class with you, since Heeseung is also at the top of the class and Jake is at the school on scholarship. He glances in and Heeseung looks at well, the two of them finding you with ease. 

You’re sitting on top of one of the desks, Yunjin in the seat while Chaewon and Sakura stand around the two of you. You’re giggling and tossing your hair, sneaker clad feet swinging back and forth. You’re unreasonably beautiful, causing you to fit in easily with the other girls you’re friends with. 

“How can someone who is so smart and pretty and good at everything be such a bully?” Jake asks, shaking his head to himself. 

“I dunno,” Heeseung admits. “I wish I did.” 

Integrating Jake into his friend group, Heeseung brings him along to study hall with him, to the back of the library where they usually sit. Sunghoon and Jay are already there, welcoming Jake into the circle easily. In the back of the library, where hardly anyone goes, they can talk freely, hang out and work on their studies. They all settle in for the study period once introduced, going about their work or sharing videos, talking about upcoming school events.

It’s barely been five minutes though when a collection of footsteps are heard approaching. It’s rare anyone approaches them since they’re a pretty secluded group of guys, and the table is even more so. It’s enough to catch all of their attention, but not before you manage to perch yourself on the edge of the table beside Sunghoon. 

“What do you want?” Heeseung asks. You turn to him, lifting a brow.

“Did I speak to you, Lee?” You ask and he rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “That’s what I thought.” You turn to Sunghoon, poking a well manicured nail into his shoulder. He turns towards you, but is avoiding your eyes, gaze off to the side. “Look up, idiot. Unless you really like the view of my tits that much.” Sunghoon looks up at you, an embarrassed blush on his cheeks. “Did you do what I asked?” You ask him, tilting your head. 

“Yeah, I handled it,” Sunghoon mumbles. 

“That’s a good boy,” you mock him, patting him on the cheek. Sunghoon flinches away from your hand. “Keep it up and maybe you’ll even get a treat for all your hard work.” The other guys at the table share a disbelieving look while the girls with you giggle. “If you’re really good maybe I’ll even let you look at my tits. You’re handsome enough that I wouldn’t mind.” You pat him on the cheek again, a little harder than before, and then hop off the table. 

You leave without offering any of them another glance, clearly only having bothered to come all this way for Sunghoon. As soon as you’re gone from view the boys are on him. 

“What did she want?” Jay asks, leaning onto the table. Sunghoon huffs, tapping the end of his pen against his notebook. 

“You know how I grade for Mr. Cho sometimes, whenever his workload is too big and I have to stay late to catch the bus?” They all nod in agreement. “Well, Y/N told me she recently turned in a paper to him for Biology and told me that I was going to make sure she got a good grade.” 

“You graded them?” Jake asks, eyes wide. Sunghoon nods

“I asked to. I’m not taking Bio right now and he has like three Biology classes this semester. He gave me the ones he already read through and told me what to grade them as. I gave her a 100%.” 

“That’s why her grades are so good,” Heeseung says, shaking his head to himself. 

“No, it’s not,” Sunghoon huffs, almost reluctant to admit it. “She was going to get a 91 otherwise, she still would’ve gotten a good grade, she just wanted to make sure that she would keep her highest grade in the class. It’s total bullshit.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s not like the whole school doesn’t know she’s one of the smartest girls in school. Why bother forcing me to give her the highest grade?” 

“Why’d you do it?” Jay asks. “It’s not like she can do anything to you if you don’t.” 

“She can have me removed from the student council,” Sunghoon points out. Jay scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I worked my ass off to even make Treasurer, and it’s one of the few school related extracurriculars I have. If I get removed⁠—” 

“Colleges are going to think twice about accepting someone who was removed from the position of Treasurer. They’ll think you were stealing,” Heeseung points out. Sunghoon points a finger at him. Jay groans while Jake slumps down in his chair. “That’s so fucked up. She has so much power as student council president. I can’t believe she was even voted in.” 

“She bought those votes,” Jay insists. 

“Or everyone was too scared of her to let her lose,” Jake points out. “I don’t know what kind of pull she has and I doubt she could blackmail the entire class, but it sounds like she runs this fucking place. It’s no surprise she won, the whole school would’ve had to deal with her rampage otherwise and something tells me the way she treats people now, it’s her being nice.” 

“This has got to stop,” Jay tells them. “She can’t really keep getting away with this. What kind of leverage could she even have to have the whole school at her fucking feet?” 

They all shrug. At the end of the day, it’s possible no one’s stood up to you before and that’s why you’ve been ruling the school with an iron fist ever since you started. Maybe what you really need is just to be talked down to once. Just once, someone needs to stand up to you and stop you from constantly acting like you’re so much better than everyone. 

So Jay resolves to do that, after study hall, collecting his things and going back to the classroom. You’re already there, sitting on a desk with your friends, the rest of the guys chasing after Jay as he walks in. 

“Y/N!” Jay calls out and you turn away from your friends to look at him. You hop off the desk as he approaches, Heeseung, Jake and Sunghoon going to their seats to stay out of the way rather than get involved. They’re not sure what Jay intends to do but they don’t really want to get caught in the crossfire. 

“What, Park?” You say, putting your hands on your hips as he stands in front of you. The classroom is deathly quiet as you square up to him. “You got something to say, Seattle?” 

“What the hell is your problem?” Jay asks. “You walk around this school like the own the fucking place for what? Because your parents pay out a little money, because you’re the smartest girl in school, because you’re class president? That doesn’t make you special, it just makes you a bully. Leave the rest of us alone.” 

“What the hell did Hoonie say to you that’s got you so riled up?” You mock him. “I left you idiots alone for a single class period and you got some balls all of the sudden?” 

“What’re you going to do?” Jay retorts, closing the space between you, nearly standing toe to toe with you. “Hm? You don’t have anything on me. And you can’t just keep telling us all what to do. You’re just some girl, walking around like you’re some kind of princess. Get over yourself.” 

A little murmur goes through the room, students muttering around the classroom, leaning towards each other, whispering. There’s a crowd gathering at the door of the classroom while the other guys smirk at your surprised, wide eyed expression. Clearly you’ve never been spoken to like that and it does catch you a little off guard. You shuffle back a step, dropping your head. 

“Wow, Jay, you’re right,” you say, your voice small. “I guess I am kind of a bitch, aren’t I?” You lift your head, fluttering your lashes. “Did you think that little speech of yours was going to change anything though?” You ask him. Jay clenches his jaw. “You’re right that I don’t have anything on you,” you point out, reaching up to your tie, “but that can change.” 

They all watch as you pull at the knot of your tie, dragging a little further down, open the button of your shirt at your throat, tousle your hair into a mess. You even shift your blazer around, unbutton one of the cuffs of your blazer, and scuff your shoes against one another. The icing on the cake is when you lift a hand and slap yourself across the cheek, even startling Jay into flinching back. When you look back at him, you’ve built up tears in your eyes. 

“I’m so sorry, Jay. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!” You cry, tears on your lashes, clutching your cheek. “Please, I didn’t mean it. Please don’t hit me again!” 

“I didn’t even touch you!” Jay insists while Jake jumps to his feet. 

“Are you serious? We all saw you do that!” Jake points out. 

“You think it fucking matters what you saw me do?” You tell them, dropping your hand from your face. “You think my parents are going to give a shit about what some boys are saying they saw me do? You think anyone is gonna care about what some boys have to say against the word of a sweet, innocent girl?” You tell them, lifting a brow. “I don’t think so.” 

“We’re all here,” Sunghoon points out, he and Heeseung standing as well. “Anyone could’ve taken a video of that little show you just put on.” 

“Don’t worry, I did,” Yunjin says, holding her phone up. They all look over. “Smile for the camera, boys. Move in a little closer, would you? I want to make sure Y/N is in frame.” Sakura and Chaewon wrap themselves around you, gently cradling you. 

“Are you okay? I can’t believe they would do that to you!” Sakura lays on. 

“You’re not hurt, are you?” Chaewon cries.

“This is bullshit,” Heeseung says, stepping towards you. You pop a couple more buttons on your blouse and drop to the floor right underneath him. He takes a staggered step back while you pretend to cower. 

“Please, Heeseung, don’t! Please, don’t touch me. I promise I won’t tell anyone if you just leave me alone!” You cry out. Yunjin lowers the phone and you climb back to your feet, brushing yourself off. They all stare at you with a mixture of shock and horror, that you would go to such lengths. “Now imagine what would happen if, per say, Yunjinnie uploaded any of those clips online. Imagine what I look like, a poor defenseless girl, crying out for help, begging you not to hurt her anymore. Oh, it wouldn’t look very good for you, would you?” 

“You can’t prove we did anything to you,” Sunghoon points out. 

“Do I need to? You’re a bunch of boys and I’m just one, scared girl,” you point out, smirking at them. “Any of those videos go online and everyone’s gonna think Jay hit me and Heeseung tried to assault me. And there you two are, their best friends, standing idly by while I cry out, begging them not to touch me,” you mock them, putting on a whiny voice for effect. Sunghoon scoffs. “I don’t need any proof. Who do you think my parents are going to believe?” 

“And the rest of the school?” Jake asks, nodding to the rest of the room. 

“Yeah, you think anyone in this room is going to stand by you?” You retort. You turn towards the room at large, and everyone turns away. Everyone acts like they have no idea what’s going on while Yunjin spins her phone between her fingers, grinning at them. You turn back to them. “You got nothing!” You tell them. “Face it, you don’t win,” you warn them. “I do.” 

“She’s fucking sick,” Jake complains, the four of them on the wall outside the school after hours. Heeseung shakes his head while Jay paces around, Sunghoon leaning against the wall beside Heeseung. “I can’t believe she’d do that. I mean, of all the twisted things she’s clearly capable of, she’d frame you for assaulting her?” 

“Y/N doesn’t fuck around,” Sunghoon comments. “She’s worse than we thought. At this point, if any of us even think about going near her, she’s just going to drop to the floor, mess herself up and cry wolf until she’s got enough video of all of us supposedly trying to attack her that she could blackmail us until we’re 30.” 

“She cannot keep getting away with this!” Jay decided, spinning on his heel to look at them. “I mean, she’s just one person. How fucking powerful can she be?” 

“I dunno, how many millions of views do you think that clip of me “assaulting her” would get?” Heeseung says, complete with air quotes. “Next thing you know, she’s going to hike up her skirt and flash her fucking panties to the camera to make it more convincing,” he huffs, shaking his head. “I can’t even get within a meter of her now.” 

“You know how they say bullies become bullies because they were bullied?” Jake says and they all glance up at where he’s sitting on the wall. “I don’t think that’s the case. I think Y/N is really that sick in the head.” 

“Maybe if she was, she wouldn’t be so horrible,” Sunghoon comments and Heeseung chuckles.

“Taste of her own medicine,” Heeseung offers, making Sunghoon laugh softly. Jay’s head whips up and he snaps his fingers, catching their attention. 

“That’s it!” He says. “She needs a taste of her own medicine.” 

“We’re not bullies. And we can’t bully her, she’s a freak,” Sunghoon points out. “Clearly, she doesn’t give a shit about anything, as long as she’s winning. She’ll do anything to make sure everyone knows that she’s the one in charge around here. And again, we can’t get near her. If we do, she’s sure to make a scene about it.” 

“Then let her,” Jay suggests. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jake asks, planting his hands on the edge of the wall, leaning towards him. 

“Her whole gimmick is that we’re attacking her. So, why don’t we attack her?” Heeseung lifts an unconvinced brow. “I mean, we don’t have to go through with it, we just have to scare her into thinking we’ll really do it. A taste of her own medicine?” Jay says, a smile pulling at his lips. He walks closer to them, leaning in. Jake hops down from the wall to get into the huddle. “Think about it. She wants to win. She thinks she’s fucking invincible, that she can win no matter what. If we take that away from her she might actually stop.” 

“So, we act like we’re going to assault her?” Jake asks and Jay nods decisively. “I dunno, that seems pretty risky. Especially since her friends are always around. If we lean into it, Yunjin’s gonna have that phone on us in a second.” 

“Not always,” Sunghoon says, lifting a finger. “Actually, she came to me alone that day, about the paper.” They all look at him. “It was after hours, after the school council meeting. None of her friends are on the school council.” 

“And she can’t avoid you during school council meetings either, since you’re the treasurer,” Heeseung points out. Sunghoon waves his hand to point the finger at Heeseung. 

“Bingo.” 

“When is the next school council meeting?” Jay asks eagerly. 

“Next Friday,” Sunghoon says. 

“Next Friday it is.” 

“Anyone have anything else?” You ask the room, sitting at the top of tables pushed together to make one long table down the middle of the room. A murmur goes through the room, mumbles between other members to the council but no one brings anything else up. “Alright. Then that’ll be the end of the meeting today. We’ll reconvene next Friday, same time?” Everyone nods in agreement and you fold your folder closed. “Meeting adjourned.” 

Everyone else starts to pack up their things quickly, spilling out the door and down the hall. Out in the hall, Heeseung, Jay and Jake are waiting next to the entrance to the boy’s bathroom. Jay keeps an eye on the doorway of the meeting room, Jake glancing down the hall as everyone walks away. It takes a couple of minutes but Jay elbows Heeseung when the door closes softly, letting them know that you and Sunghoon are alone in the room. 

“What do you what?” You say, putting your school bag on the table, Sunghoon walking back towards you from the door. “An apology? Forget it.” You tell him, closing your bag and hanging it on your shoulder. Sunghoon stops next to the table, crossing his arms over his chest, hip resting against the table. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” Sunghoon tells you. “You just have to stop bullying everyone and tell Yunjin to delete those videos.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious. If you do that… we’ll forget any of this ever happened.” 

“Oh, are you being nice?” You mock him, Sunghoon pursing his lips at you. “That’s cute,” you tell him, walking around him, towards the door. “I’m not going to listen to you or your little friends and I’m not gonna have Yunjin delete those videos.” Sunghoon turns to watch you walk away. “I think you guys need a constant reminder of who exactly is in charge around here,” you throw over your shoulder, grabbing the doorknob. 

You pull the door open, only to step back in surprise when you see Heeseung, Jay and Jake standing there. They advance on you, causing you to walk backwards, away from them. Jake closes the door behind them, locking it behind them. Your eyes widen while Sunghoon walks around the tables to stand behind you. 

“Who, exactly, is in charge around here?” Sunghoon asks, and you turn around to look at him. “Because I’m starting to think it’s not you.” 

“Don’t. Don’t any of you dare,” you warn him, pointing a finger at Sunghoon. “I swear to God, if any of you even touch me⁠—” 

A hand grabs the back of your blazer, pulling you backwards. You stumble backwards, your school bag dropping off your shoulder into the floor. You turn, trying to push them off of you, but they’re all too big, bigger and broader and stronger than you. Your blazer is pulled off by a few hands and then you’re being sat down on the edge of the table, your thighs forcibly pulled open. You open your mouth to scream only for a hand to be cupped over your mouth, keeping you quiet as you’re pinned down to the table. 

“Is this what you were worried I was going to do to you?” Heeseung mocks you, standing in front of you. Jake is holding your right side while Jay is holding your left, Sunghoon’s hand over your mouth. “Is this what you were scared of?” He touches the knot of your tie, slowly untying it. 

You thrash under their hands, trying to get them off of you as Heeseung unties your tie, letting it hang around your neck. Then he starts in on your buttons, slipping button after button out of their holes, your white button down slowly parting further and further. 

“What was it that you said about your tits to me?” Sunghoon mocks you, talking into your ear. Jake laughs while you whine into the hand over your mouth. Heeseung untucks your shirt from your skirt, unbuttoning it the rest of the way to reveal the tank top you’re wearing underneath it. 

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Jay says, looking at you. “I think that has to come off, what do you think, hyung?” 

“Couldn’t agree more,” Heeseung says, pushing you down onto the table. They manhandle you down onto the table, Sunghoon’s hand leaving your mouth so they can pull your shirts off. 

“Stop! Stop! Let go of me!” You cry out, trying to get them off of you. Your tank top is all but ripped over your head, revealing your bra to them. “Stop it! You sick fucks, let go of me! If you fucking touch me⁠—!” 

“She’s still got an attitude problem,” Sunghoon comments. 

“I can fix that,” Jay says. Heeseung takes over holding you down while Jay shoves his hands under your skirt. You scream, causing Jake to cover your mouth, muffling your shouts. Underneath your skirt, Jay pulls your panties down your hips, down your legs and off of you. “Take your hand off, Jake.” Jake pulls back, and Jay shoves your own panties into your mouth, almost making you choke. “There we go. She can’t make any noise while her mouth is full.” 

“Good idea, Jay,” Heeseung agrees. “Keep her nice and quiet while we play.” You whine around the fabric in your mouth, trying to squirm out from underneath them. “Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl. We’re gonna take good care of you.” 

Maybe their original idea was to not go through with it, just to scare you a little, but there’s a palpable change in the air as soon as you’re half undressed underneath them, your panties crammed in your mouth. All of them share a look, too satisfied by what you look like, helplessly writhing against the desk, trying to get them off of you, to back out now. If they wanted to just scare you, they would stop now but they don’t plan on it. 

“Hand me her tie,” Jake says and Sunghoon grabs it, handing it over. “Jay, you and hyung sit her up.” They do as he asks and Jake gets behind you, pulling your hands behind your back. You squirm in his grip, trying to get him off of you but Jake holds tightly to your wrists, looping your tie around your wrists, knotting them tightly together at the small of your back. You whine and scream into the fabric in your mouth as Jake binds you up. “Much better. Now she’s gonna be a good girl for us.” 

“Can’t go anywhere now, can you?” Heeseung mocks you. He and Jay both shove you off the table, throwing you to the ground. You struggle to roll into your back, hands already aching from being tied up so tightly, pressing down into the tile of the classroom floor beneath you. The tile is freezing against the exposed skin of your torso, only in your bra and skirt, sneakers still on. They stand over you, smirks on their faces. 

“Now this I could do with a video of,” Sunghoon comments, making them laugh. “School princess finally gets in over her head.” He crouches down next to you, turning your head so you have to look at him. “What I asked doesn’t seem so bad now, does it?” 

You whimper, utterly trapped. 

“Get her back on the table. I don’t want to take her on the floor,” Jay comments and the four of them manage to pick you back up, placing you on the table. Sunghoon holds you by the shoulders, your knees over the edge of the table. You try to kick out, which of course only frustrates them, causing Heeseung and Jake to hold you down as Jay pulls your skirt down your legs. “Keep it up, princess. See where it gets you,” Jay mocks you, tossing your skirt away once he gets it down your legs, Heeseung and Jake moving to instead spread your legs for him. You scream into the fabric in your mouth, trying to get away from him. 

“Wait,” Jake says and you blink up at him, hopeful. Tears are gathering on your lash line and Jay hesitates, his hands on his belt buckle. “Let me go first. I wanna eat her pussy before you fuck her.” You drop your head against the table, moaning helplessly while Jay grins. 

“Yeah, alright,” he agrees. Jake hops down from where he was on the table, Jay holding your legs down with Heeseung instead. You’re fully exposed to them, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to hold back your sobs, completely at their mercy. 

“She’s already wet,” Jake laughs as soon as he gets between your legs. You whine when he touches your cunt, trying to flail to no avail. Sunghoon laughs above you, looking down at you. 

“Slut,” he accuses. “Is this why you were so intent on acting like we were going to come after you? Did it get you off? Did it turn you on, the idea of us finally having enough of your bullshit?” You shake your head, uselessly. 

“Filthy fucking whore, getting off on being used,” Jay says. 

“Oh, Heeseung don’t touch me,” Heeseung mocks you, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Filthy slut. Is that why you dropped to the floor at my fucking feet.” 

“She was just trying to get to your cock,” Sunghoon adds, laughing at you. 

“Pussy’s so fucking wet. You like it, don’t you? When we call you a nasty little slut, huh?” Jake comments, pushing two fingers inside of you. You moan, head thrown back against the table. “Yeah, listen to her fucking moan. She knows what the fuck she is.” He lowers his head down to your cunt, sucking hard on your clit. You shake underneath him, thrashing wildly but Heeseung and Jay’s grip on your legs is just too tight. 

“Don’t bitch, take what Jake’s giving you,” Jay warns. 

“You’re lucky you’re gonna fucking come at all. Don’t complain,” Heeseung adds, fingers so tight around your knee and thigh you think you might bruise. It’s hard to focus on their words though because Jake is being ruthless. 

He rams his fingers inside of you, licking wetly over your cunt, over and over again, sucking at your clit and your labia, an erratic pattern that is clearly not for you, but for him. The only reason Jake’s even eating your cunt is because he wants to taste you, he doesn’t give a fuck about if you come or not, he just wants to suck at your clit until you’re gushing with slick. The wet sounds of your pussy fill the room, making the others laugh. 

“Listen to that fucking pussy,” Heeseung laughs. 

“You can’t get enough of being used, can you?” Sunghoon mocks. “Nothing but a pretty set of holes for us?” He lets go of your shoulders, to instead get up on his knees and unbuckle his slacks. “You know, now that I’m thinking about it, I think there’s a better use for that mouth,” he comments, pushing his slacks down to free his hard cock from the confines of his slacks. 

“Oh please, use her fucking mouth,” Jay laughs. “Someone’s gotta teach her how to use that fucking tongue for something useful.” He reaches over to help Sunghoon, removing the fabric from your mouth, soaked with your spit now. You gasp for air, only to moan loudly as Jake shoves a third finger into your cunt, stretching you open. 

“Yeah, open that pretty mouth for me,” Sunghoon tells you, pressing his fingers into the hinge of your jaw. Your jaw opens wider, allowing him the space to push his cock into your mouth. You whine around him, trying to breath through the way he fills your mouth, past your tongue, tip hitting the back of your throat. You gag around him, but he pays it no mind as tears well in your eyes, spilling down the sides of your face as he begins to fuck your throat. 

Thoughts abruptly leave your head as they use you, your legs still forcibly spread open by Heeseung and Jay’s hands. The heavy weight of Sunghoon in your mouth causes you to focus as much as you can on breathing, only disrupted by the harsh battering of Jake’s long fingers into you. He fucks your pussy so hard your eyes roll back, more and more slick gushing out of you as he keeps going, sucking at your clit, sending mind numbing waves of pleasure through you. 

“She’s gonna come,” Jake says, pulling back to lick his lips. “She’s fucking close. C’mon, princess, come for us. Give us that first pretty orgasm.” You whine around the cock in your mouth, Sunghoon’s hand on your throat. Jake curls his fingers up, making you almost scream around him. Sunghoon presses down, choking you on his dick. When he pulls out, you gasp for air. 

“Fuck, fuck!” You scream out, head thrown down against the table. “No, no, no,” you whine, trying to fight it off, not wanting to come for them. 

“Don’t fight it, baby, you’re so close,” Heeseung teases you. “So fucking close for us. Let’s see that pretty pussy come for us.” 

“Don’t you want us to make you feel good?” Jay mocks you. You shake your head, trying to stave it off but Jake fucks his fingers in faster, sucks on your clit harder, until you’re coming. 

You spill over his fingers, whimpering through it. He keeps fucking you through the orgasm, pushing more and more slick and cum out of you. It drips onto the table beneath you, running towards the edge. When he pulls his fingers out a gush of liquid comes with it. You go completely lax against the table, too tired to fight back anymore. Heeseung and Jay let you go, climbing off the table. 

“Who wants a turn?” Jake says, licking your cum off of his fingers. 

Heeseung gestures to you, giving Jay the room to stand between your legs. Jake climbs up onto the table while Jay unbuttons his slacks, Sunghoon pressing his fingers into the hinge of your jaw again, forcing your mouth open. You can’t do anything but comply already fucked out from your first orgasm. He pushes his cock into you while Jake straddles your waist, reaching under you to unclasp your bra. 

He can’t take it off but it falls away from your breasts, revealing them to him. Jay shoves his slacks out of the way, grabbing your knees to hoist them over his shoulders. You whine at the stretch but are powerless to stop him, mouth stuffed with cock. Sunghoon keeps himself steady over the top of you with a hand on your neck and the table, fucking into your throat while Jake unbuttons his own slacks, pushing them down so he can get his dick out. 

Jay pushes into you in one quick thrust, making you moan around the cock in your mouth, filling you up. Jake’s hands fondle your breasts, toying with your sensitive nipples, pinching and pulling at them until they’re pert and pebbled under his fingers. He then places his hard cock right in the valley of your breasts, pushing them together so he can fuck between them. You whimper at the feeling of his hard cock rubbing over your chest, leaving a trail of wetness across your tits and collarbone. 

“Smile for the camera, princess,” Heeseung teases and you sob around the cock in your mouth. He’s filming you being absolutely wrecked, his three best friends using your body to get off. You can feel Jay pounding your wet pussy, the wet sounds of his hips slapping against your already used cunt through the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Jake’s fingers are spread out around your tits, cupping them to keep them pressed together so he can fuck your chest. Sunghoon is all over you, the smell and taste of him invading your senses as he smothers you with his cock, over and over, your throat spasming around his dick. 

“What a good little whore you’re being for us,” he adds, walking up and down the table so he can get a good shot of all the ways you’re being used. “Taking all those cocks in your wet holes. Jakey’s even fucking your pretty tits. Gotta make good use of all you, baby.” Jake spits on your chest, sliding slowly down between your breasts to lubricate the slide along with all the precum he’s leaking onto your skin. “Now imagine what people would say if this little video got out.” 

“Imagine what people would think about the school’s princess letting us use her pretty little body, moaning like fucking a slut.” Jay slaps the outside of your thigh, making you whimper. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Sunghoon moans. “Her throat’s so fucking tight around me.” He presses down on your neck, making you choke, tightening up around the tip of him. “Yeah, that’s a good girl. Swallow around that cock, make me come. Make me fill that pretty mouth with cum.” 

You whine in protest but it’s useless. You’re quite literally bound and gagged, you couldn’t fight them off if you tried. All you can do is try to swallow around the cum that floods your mouth when Sunghoon releases down your throat. You can’t manage it, some of it spilling out of your mouth, down the sides of your face, into your hair. You gag on it, causing him to pull out, letting you finally breathe. 

It doesn’t last long though because your cold, spit soaked panties are shoved back into your mouth to keep you quiet. You whine around the gag, writhing out of protest. Sunghoon puts his hand on your throat, leaning over you. 

“Keep whining, all you’re gonna get is another cock down your throat. You wanna gag on someone else’s cum?” He mocks you, making you shake your head. “That’s what I thought.”

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Jay chants to himself, jaw clenched as he leans over the top of you, fucking down into your pussy. “Oh shit. Shit, hyung, c’mere. I think she’s gonna squirt on me,” he calls out and Heeseung brings the phone over to watch. 

You can feel it too, the building pressure in your pelvis, Jay’s cock rubbing against your walls just right, your cunt leaking profusely. You whine desperately, trying to thrash around, but you can’t move around much with the way Jake’s still fucking your tits, Jay’s hands on your thighs. All you can do is take it, succumbing to the pleasure that rolls through you in waves. You scream around the fabric in your mouth when Sunghoon reaches over to rub your clit. 

“You gonna squirt, princess? Make a mess for us?” Sunghoon says, rubbing his fingers back and forth over your clit while Jay fucks messily into you. “So fucking close, aren’t you? So close.” 

You pant around the fabric in your mouth, arching as best you can underneath Jake’s body as your body lets go without your permission. Jay pulls back as clear fluid squirts out of your cunt, spraying the three of them. They laugh while Heeseung tries to get a good angle of it, the spray light but still clearly visible. 

“That’s it! Our own personal little pornstar, aren’t you!?” Jay mocks you, shoving his cock back in once it’s subsided. You cry out, your cunt sucking him back in, squirt and slick trickling down your taint and onto the table, dripping to the floor. “Make me fucking come inside your pretty pussy. Let’s make this video good, huh?” He fucks you hard, chasing his orgasm, making you gasp through every hard thrust. 

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come all over her fucking tits,” Jake says, finally sliding his cock out from between your breasts. He fists himself, stroking quickly over his cock, squeezing at the tip as he goes. You look down at your body, seeing Jake’s aching red cock in hand and he smirks at you. “Yeah, you wanna see it, don’t you, princess? You want to see me come all over you?” He throws his head back, moaning as he finally comes. 

White, milky cum spurts all over your tits, up to your collarbones and into your hair, but most of it is concentrated on the top of your breasts. It spurts over your nipples, trickles over the swell of your breasts, sliding down the sides, and down towards your stomach. You whimper at the warm feeling of his release as Jake strokes himself, dripping all over you until he’s spent. 

Jay comes inside of you shortly thereafter, filling you with a wet, stickiness that makes you sob. It floods inside of you until you feel fuller than ever, Jay slowly pulling out, his cum slowly dripping out of you. Jake climbs off of you to join the others between your legs, Heeseung handing the phone off to Sunghoon. 

“Make it good, hyung,” Sunghoon says, adjusting the phone to get a good angle. Jay hops up onto the table so he can touch your clit, Heeseung shoving into you nearly as soon as his slacks are far enough down to get his cock out. You’re too tired to scream, your body aches from being used, your mouth is dry from the fabric of your panties in your mouth. All you can feel is an aching pleasure from between your legs as Jay rubs over your clit, Heeseung mercilessly pounding into your cunt. 

You let out breathless little moans at the crest of every brutal thrust, Heeseung having pushed your legs up towards your chest so he can fuck down into you again. 

“Oh, I see what you mean, Jay. She’s gonna squirt again, all over this fucking cock,” Heeseung groans out. Jay double his efforts, rubbing your clit harder and faster, your moans getting louder and higher. “C’mon, baby, show us what this pretty cunt can do.” You can feel it, rising to the surface faster and easier than before, already having squirt once. Your eyes roll back as you let go. 

“Oh shit!” Jake laughs as Heeseung backs away, a spray of squirt leaving your cunt. Sunghoon has to pull back to make sure it doesn’t get on the phone, the spray of squirt considerably more than last time. Jay keeps touching your clit, Heeseung shoving back inside to keep fucking you. Over and over again your cunt squirts messily, getting on their clothes and all over your hips and thighs, dripping onto the table until you physically can’t anymore, your wet cunt clenching up around him. 

“God, with a show like that, we could make money off of this video,” Sunghoon laughs. “Princess really is like a pornstar.” 

“Our own personal little pornstar,” Heeseung groans, fucking into you. His button up is splashed with your squirt, turning it translucent in some spots. “Don’t give up on me now, baby. Make me cum inside, give us a good little finale.”

You whimper, coming wetly around him, the tight press of your cunt around the heavy weight of his cock sending you over the edge. You’ve never squirt like that before, you didn’t even know you could, but you can feel how wet you are, all over your thighs, nearly to your knees. Heeseung follows you over the edge, making you choke out a dry sob, another thick load of cum filling you.

“That’s it, baby. Take all that fucking cum in that filthy fucking pussy,” Heeseung moans. When he pulls out it drips out of you, adding to the mess of fluids on the table beneath you. He sighs, reaching down to tuck himself back into his slacks while Sunghoon moves to get a good shot of your leaking cunt. 

Jay crawls up the table, rolling you onto your side so he can undo the tie around your wrists. Once released he leaves you to lie sprawled out on the table, jumping down and tossing your tie to the side, near where your other clothes have been discarded on the floor. Jake walks around to the top of the table, leaning over you. 

He plucks your panties from your mouth, letting you gasp for air, little moans leaving you as you try to recover from the relentless onslaught of what they did to you. 

“Did you learn your lesson, princess?” Jake asks. “Because if not, we can always teach you again.” You close your eyes with a soft sob, Jake tossing your panties with your other clothes. 

You don’t see them leave, just hear the sound of their footsteps and the door closing behind them. 

You don’t speak a word to anyone about what happened on Friday. It’s not about your safety, it’s about your reputation. Your parents would kill you if they knew you had let a bunch of boys take advantage of you like that. Besides, you can’t tell your girlfriends, they wouldn’t be able to help you. All they would want to do is release the clips and that’s sure to piss them off. No, you have to keep this to yourself. You have to. 

When you go to school on Monday you’re uncharacteristically quiet. You hardly even speak to the girls, who keep asking if you’re okay, was the weekend rough, did something happen? You don’t say anything, you keep that all to yourself. 

When you get to class, you stop in your tracks just inside the doorway. They’re all sitting at their desks, chatting and laughing, like Friday didn’t even happen. You swallow, only startled into moving when someone bumps into your back. You shuffle into the room, going straight for your desk without looking anyone in the eye. 

“Hey,” Jake says, nudging Jay in the shoulder. They all look, seeing you. You’re not looking at them, you’re not looking at anyone, all bundled up in your blazer, shuffling around in your school bag.

What you don’t know is that they snatched your phone information before they left, so Sunghoon pulls his phone out, sending you a text. You flinch when your phone goes off, making Jay snort. Slowly, you pull your phone out, checking the messages. 

Unknown Number: it’s sunghoon

Unknown Number: turn around, princess

Reluctantly, you turn towards them. They nod to you, Heeseung lifting his phone to wave it at you. You eye the device, knowing exactly what’s on it. He lifts a brow, smirking. 

“Good morning, class,” your teacher says, announcing his arrival. You turn towards the front, away from them as the class responds in kind. They all settle down in their seats as well, the teacher already launching into what you all can expect for the week. 

When your phone goes off during class you hesitantly, discreetly, check it. It’s another text message.

Unknown Number: its heeseung

Unknown Number: [video attached]

You don’t watch the video until you’re alone, in the girl’s bathroom, after class. You lock yourself in the stall, fingers trembling as you click the attachment. 

Your own muffled whimpers meet your ears, cupping a hand over your mouth as you watch yourself squirt on Heeseung’s cock, Jay’s fingers on your clit while Jake laughs. You squirted so much, all over the place, splashing on Heeseung’s shirt and Jay’s blazer, all over your legs and the floor. 

Heeseung: hope you told yunjin to delete those videos. unless you want to have a repeat performance, of course. our little pornstar.

a/n: *the above work depicts non con and unprotected sex. both of these are incredibly dangerous acts. i urge you to take steps to protect yourself from dangerous individuals that are depicted in the work above and to remember to engage in safe sex practices like the use of condoms and contraceptives otherwise. additionally, the way the reader feigns being attacked is a manipulative tactic that i do not condone and is not a social commentary ; wow, that was a lot. that was... a lot. i've never written a literal gang bang before but it was kind of a fun challenge. i hope you enjoyed!

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FUCK NOW I NEED MORE

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GIRL THIS HEESEUNG FOR DKP 😳

I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES BC FR THAT’S DKP HEE🧎🏻‍♀️

it’s giving dkp heeseung waiting patiently for his beloved y/n to bring her for their date night after railing her for the whole afternoon🗿

AHHH OK THIS SCENARIO IS JUST SELF-INDULGENT (not proofread):

“why are staring at me like that, sweetheart?” his voice sounds muffled underneath his helmet, but the intensity of his dark gaze never leave your face as he assists in securing your helmet.

“it’s just that, you’re handsome.” you manage to utter while warmth weaves across your cheeks.

“oh yeahhhhh? my beloved thinks i’m handsome?” just by the look in his eyes and his sultry tone is enough for you to discern his trademark smirk on his face. “c’mere, baby.”

with his firm hands on your waist, he pulls you closer to him while you tilt your head up for the mouth of his helmet to meet yours, kissing you.

“mmhmm what if we cancel our date night instead?” he asks, a rasp projecting in his low voice while your heart pounds against your chest as he affectionately gropes and squeezes your ass. “we could go to my place and have a small picnic in the bathroom, just me and you in the bathtub,” he drawls seductively, forcing your body to feel his apparent bulge that has your eyes widening. “and if you’re lucky enough, i’ll give you the best fuck of your life-”

“seungie, please.” you unintentionally uses the specific tone and nickname you know that triggers yet melts him. “let’s just go already.”

“okay, sweetheart.” his chuckles sound strained, but he has yet to release you.

you tilt your head to one side, staring at him with your doe eyes. “seungie?”

heeseung remains silent momentarily while his eyes darken with each passing second. “don’t give me that ‘fuck me’ look, sweetheart, unless you wanna get fucked in the parking lot here.”

“i’m not giving you any look.” you shrug your shoulders, your indifference goes straight into his twitching cock as does the way you mount his bike gracefully with the the perfect arch. “let’s go, hee.”

“fuck.” he groans lowly. “you’re gonna be the death of me, beloved.”

ITS REALLY SUCH A HONOUR TO BE FOLLOWED BACK BY MY FAVOURITE AUTHOR 😭😭😭 IM GONNA CRYYYY

WHAT NO FUCKING WAYYYYYY YOU FOLLOWED ME BACKKKK?! I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHHHHHHH DID YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM RN?!/!/ (YESSS IM SO HAPPY) 😭😭🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

you’re one of the few who have been here with me since i posted ootg and ec🫵🏻🫶🏻ilym <333

DAMNNNNN OMGGG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

come in, sit down.

pairing! 𓇼 supervisor! sunghoon x female worker reader

genre! 𓇼 smut

wc! 𓇼 2.2k

warnings! placiosexuality, sadism, secret sexual relationship, porn without much plot, sex in the workplace

i’ve always seen sunghoon as a sadistic man #needthat.

“hey y/n.” you hear over your right shoulder. you already knew it was bad news, as no one ever had anything good to say in this god forbidden office. you turned to meet the voice, a tall korean man beside you, his facial expressions pretty, but cold and dark.

“can you come to my office in about fifteen minutes? i need to run some things over with you.” he commented lightly before walking around your cubicle, three sets of eyes looking away from your direction as he leaves.

"oh girl, what did you do?" your next door cubicle made commented, her hair straightened and long, skin a richly toned dark brown. "i wish i knew." you replied in an act, looking to your left to meet her soft but deep brown eyes. "whatever the hell it is, don't crack under pressure." she replies, her long, pretty acrylics on her right hand pointing at you.

"and don't get distracted by how fine he is either." she jokes, a smile creeping up your face. "girl.." you reply with a little head tilt, your coworkers hand lightly slapping your upper arm.

"ladies!" a light but assertive voice rings out in the office, you both looking forward to sunghoon at his office door at the other end of the room. you both hush, small snickers before looking down.

you look back up briefly to catch him smirking at you before walking into his office, scanning the room once before he closes the door.

• • •

you walked up to his door, knocking with your right hand index finger. "come in." sunghoon lightly chimed, your hand coming to the modern door handle, pushing the door through. "you wanted to see me?" you asked lightly, stepping in.

you wore a simple up-do with black platform heels. you were clad in a black pencil skirt and a simple white blouse, each knock of your heel on the hardwood floors loud and isolated.

your demeanor changes and so does his as you close the door, a smirk creeping up his face again as you checked to make sure his window blinds were down.

his jacket is off, wearing his plain white dress shirt, black tie and black dress pants. his shoes are expensive, and he looked good, near perfect.

"hey baby." he commented lightly, his hands out as you shyly ran over to him, a big smile on your face. you beant down to kiss his lips quickly, cupping his face lightly in your hands.

"i missed you." you commented, remembering how he didn't come to work the past three weeks to work on something outside of the office quarters.

"missed you too, i almost popped one when i went to your desk to ask you to come to my office.” he comments, his persona growing more stark as he becomes more aroused.

“i love your perfume." he adds, he was pretty sensitive to smells in general, and paid close attention to what you’d wear whenever you two would meet.

"i'm just really happy you're back." you commented before bending down, your hands running up and down his thighs.

you loved the thrill of doing sexual things with him in public—you loved it way more than sunghoon did. he was way more reserved than you, but you got off on doing things for him.

especially when it was too close for comfort.

he didn’t act out much whenever you’d do things for him and it pushed you to work harder.

to suck faster, to throat him deeper.

you move your right hand up to the buckle of his belt. he moves his hips closer to your eye level as you settle to your knees. you pull the belt out of the way, but not too much, so he can quickly fix his pants if needed.

you unbutton his pants as sunghoon lifts his hips higher so there's no issues with pulling down his zipper. "eager are we?" you ask softly as he plops back into the chair, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "shut up.” he spits lightly. “you talk too much." he finishes before bringing his left hand to your right ear, noting your earrings silently.

you can’t help but smile at the action, appreciating his silent compliments. you glance at his white briefs, eyes flicking upwards to look at him. without looking back down, you bring your right hand down to grip his semi-hard on, his eyes meeting yours.

he looks down at you as if he's not interested, butterflies in your stomach at the way he almost gets annoyed at how long you take to pull his underwear down.

"are you gonna suck it or not? seems like you're stalling." he spits before reaching with his right hand for some papers to read. you'd be offended if you didn't know him well, but you always loved how nonchalant he acted.

sometimes he wouldn't even react with his face when he'd come, one of his hands pushing your head down with his eyebrows frowned lightly as he looked at laptop. he'd always make sure you swallowed it all and cleaned him up, barely giving you a thank you before sending you back to your desk.

it pushed you to impress him, to work harder.

he was nice on the flip side of it, and he never insulted you if you gagged or choked, but he wouldn’t encourage you either.

sometimes you'd get a little moan, or a twitch. and it would sit in your mind for hours, so badly you'd feel yourself throbbing at the noise, faintly replaying it in your head. he knew this, of course, so he played into it more by walking past your desk, asking if you were okay; “you seem stiff, what’s wrong?”

you pull the waistband down to pull his dick out, a bit more hair than usual at the base of his length. he was pretty hairy all over, something that surprised you when you first saw how fast his facial stubble would come in, or the faint hair on his knuckles.

his skin is so pale, the tip of his dick a pretty pink. it was honestly so pretty—like everything else about him.

and he was thick. he was tough to hold in your grasp, and you couldn’t get away with half-assing it when you jerked him off, or you’d practically do nothing for him.

you start collecting saliva in your mouth, looking at the way sunghoon actually looks through some documents, a spreadsheet out as he grabs a pen at the edge of his desk.

he breathes out heavily through his nose, and it doesn’t go unnoticed—but you don’t mention it.

you lightly wrap your lips around his tip, sunghoon sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. a soft ‘mmh’ slips from his lips, your mouth lowering halfway as you try and control your breathing.

you pull yourself up a little on your knees, sunghoons left hand dropping to the top of your head. he lightly messes your hair up with his hand.

he then moves it off the crown of your head to hold the corner of a page as he writes something down.

now that’s far.

your ego is hurt, but you control your breathing before making a soft humming sound at the back of your throat before pushing your head down further, taking him as far as you can. you pull up, sucking hard, as sunghoon grits his teeth. “fuck.” he whispers before blinking, his pen still in his right hand.

you’re motivated by his words, pushing yourself to bun your head as you try to keep your suck consistent and strong.

“you came to please today, didn’t you?” he lightly ridicules, your eyes sparkling with tears as you push yourself. you pull up for a moment, spit lightly covering your lips and the corner of your mouth, pumping him with a tight fist.

sunghoon reacts stronger than usual to the abuse, his right leg tensing in his pants. you can see it twitch, smiling to yourself before coming up to suck on his tip, noisy.

that’s when a knock happens at the door.

you freeze, but sunghoon doesn’t, looking down at you with cold eyes. you look at your positioning before moving under the desk more with a shuffle of your knees. sunghoon doesn’t wait for you to hide before sliding his lower half under the desk. you pull your knees in as tight as you can—

“come in” he answers, the door flying open as your stuck between sunghoons legs. you haven’t moved since the noise at the door, so sunghoons right hand comes up to cup yours, moving your hand up and down once in encouragement.

he wants you to keep going as another female co-worker comes in, asking about the filing due for this week.

he leans forward to cover his lap as best he can, but truthfully, he doesn’t really care.

“i‘d like it by tuesday, but i can wait until friday.” he answers easily, regardless of you jacking him off.

you try to be calm and quiet, the female voice thanking him before she leaves, closing the door behind her.

“next time you hear someone, you hide and keep going.” he spits playfully, but you know there’s some truth in what he says, moving back to give you space.

you began again, your right hand roughly jacking the bottom half of his erection. you wrapped your lips around his tip again, sucking at a consistent pace as you swirled your hand up and down his length.

sunghoon is a lot more patient this time, his left hand coming down to cup the side of your face. his thumb sits in front of your ear as you bob your head to encourage you. his eyes look down at you, face blank yet stern. he keeps his composure well, looking up to a notification on his phone.

he picks it up with his right hand, using the face recognition to record a voice message. “i’ll probably clock out by six or seven, depends on what i can get done tonight without being distracted.” he comments as his left hand moves to the crown of your head to push you down just once on purpose.

you choke loudly before he stops recording and sends it without a second thought.

you look up at him with a slight scowl, a light giggle leaving his lips. “i’m sorry, my friend sent me something asking if i’d be available, i had to give him a response.” he shrugs, your right hand holding him tightly as you stop moving, a soft hiss leaving his lips at the pressure.

“so you pushed me down so it’s obvious i’m sucking you off?” you asked—you kinda liked it.

it was gross, and you knew he didn’t tell anyone who you were anything past being his employee.

he used you for his benefit.

and you let him, eagerly.

“of course.” he replies with a smile, tilting his head to the right. “you think none of my friends know what you’re ever in here for?” he asks, a smirk on his face. you ignore how arousing the question is, moving to kiss up and down his length as you steadily twist your right hand up and down his length, ignoring the exhaustion in your upper arm.

sunghoon pushes his hips forward more as he opens his thighs wider, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. he fights the urge to thrust with each pump of your hand, especially when you take him into your mouth one last time, slowly sucking him off in contrast to your hand.

he bares his left canine at this, a deep “ah! fuck.” leaving his lips.

this was the most he had ever given you in a reaction, and you think part of it has to do with all the distractions.

the idea of getting caught was more than enough for him to react,

imagining you getting off your knees to plead your case. the way he’d have to tuck himself back into his pants still hard as you’re belittled for fellatio in the work place.

he thinks about the way you’d come back to him later, a hidden layer of lust in your features, hidden under shame and disappointment.

he’d fund your whole lifestyle with each paycheck just to see you bent over his desk. just to hear you cry out loud at the way his hips meet your upper thighs, the way you’d drip down your leg.

this is what gets him off. the idea of you crying about it, the idea of you still being horny after being chastised.

he actually moans this time—ever so lightly as his left hand strokes your right cheek, acknowledging the way you swallow as best as you can.

he comes in soft spurts, his mouth gaping open as he throws his head back lightly. his neck is bared as his thumb digs into your cheek, unaware.

you milk him with your right hand, another hiss leaving his lips. you’re messy and loud as you continue collecting his come in your mouth, his head coming back down.

he pushes your forehead back with a light push of his fingers, your head popping off his dwindling erection. you quickly swallow with your eyes clenched, the texture slimy and warm. you open your mouth for him to look into, his eyes scanning your mouth to see if you had actually swallowed before you let go of him, his hands coming up to fix himself and his pants.

“good, now go back to work.” he orders as he stands to fix his belt.

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