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—> Scream for us — non-idols of enhypen’s hyung line x female reader

TEASER I — TEASER II

—> Love us as much as we love you — non-idols of enhypen’s hyung line x female reader

TEASER I — TEASER II

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Love us as much as we love you— Teaser part II

Summary: Y/n is a professor who spends a night with four men, unaware that they are students at the university where she is about to teach. These four students, known as the Black Apollos, rule Ravenridge School. Wealthy, arrogant, and violent, they instill terror wherever they go. Through this one-night encounter, they gain leverage over her that they will use as they please. This Halloween month, she and other students are invited to celebrate at their mansion. What will happen to her?

PAIRING: Non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader

GENRE: 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : manipulation, psychological violence, physical violence, blood, blood kink, spitting, spanking, bondage, blackmail, intimidation, harassment, threats, student/teacher relationship, fighting, jealousy, dark atmosphere, insults, public humiliation, mental domination, body control, forced consent, confinement, dangerous seduction, polyamory, domination, double play, emotional dependency, trauma, revenge, mental torture, physical constraints, extortion, abuse of power, degradation, erotic pain, double penetration, anal sex, cigarette consumption, five-way plans, fellatio, oral sex, role-playing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, BDSM, fetishism, vaginal penetration, submission practices, non-consensual acts, acts in public places, mental domination, sexual humiliation.

Number of words : ??

Publication date : ??

“You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you, Y/n?” Heeseung’s voice echoes in the empty classroom, laced with a treacherous lightness that vibrates in the air around you. He delivers this line with a cruel amusement, his gaze shining with palpable mischief. Each word he utters feels like a sharp blade, slicing through the already electric tension hanging between you. He approaches you with a calculated slowness, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his nonchalant movements seeming to hide an underlying threat. He circles your desk like a predator toying with its prey, and his mocking smile reveals the satisfaction he derives from your apparent submission.

“Or should I say professor?” His voice softens slightly, but the shadow of irony lingers. “But tell me, do you deserve it, you bitch?” He positions himself right in front of you, his imposing stature dominating the space as he leans against your desk. A contemptuous smile stretches across his lips as you shoot him a dark glare, filled with a mix of anger and desire that you dare not admit.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, feigning indignation, but a mocking glint shines in his eyes. He leans closer to you, his warm, spicy breath brushing against your skin, sending shivers down every fiber of your being. “Don’t tell me you disagree with what I’m saying?” His words, whispered like a caress, penetrate deep within you. Rage simmers in your veins, but a part of you feels inexplicably drawn to this dangerous game.

Suddenly, without warning, he yanks your hair violently, a brutal movement that forces a grunt of pain from your lips. You try to break free from his grip, clawing at the air in a survival instinct, but he only tightens his hold, his expression darkening with a twisted satisfaction. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, professor. You shouldn’t push me any further than I already am, right?” His tone is both mocking and possessive, and you feel a shiver of anxiety and excitement race down your spine. He pulls harder on your hair, exposing your delicate neck, and you feel hot, burning tears of humiliation welling up in your eyes. In that moment, you are both vulnerable and entranced, feeling smaller under his grip, reduced to an object of his desire.

“So tell me, Professor, you’re a dirty slut, a slut who slept with four of his students without any shame or remorse. All for the sole purpose of satisfying your lust.” Every word he says rings through the air like a whiplash. His words are like arrows, piercing your façade of control. He leans close to your ear, whispering the words like a dirty secret, a shared delight. His hot, fragrant breath brushes your skin, and he nibbles at your earlobe, licking it with a calculated slowness that electrifies you and makes you tremble with anticipation. The mixture of pain and arousal blinds you, and you nearly cry, the need to protest stuck in your throat.

“Like the needy whore you are, you loved it, you wanted more, always much more, because you were made for our cocks. One is never enough for you, is it, sweetheart?” His lips slide down your neck, licking, sucking and nibbling at your skin, marking every inch of it with a feverish obsession. He’s possessive, and that reality makes you shiver with fear and desire. Every kiss, every bite is a promise of ecstasy and pain, and you feel the imminence of your fall, drawn to the abyss of his depravity.

He violently yanks your hair, pulling you up from your chair and slamming you hard against your desk. You let out a gasp of pain, which you stifle by biting your lips until they bleed. “You don’t want to talk, treasure? Then I’ll make you scream like the slut you are.” Heeseung sneers, his laughter echoing like a sinister refrain in the room. He pushes you further into the desk, making you feel a sharp pain in your stomach and ribs. The furniture digs into your flesh, but he cares nothing for your suffering, intent only on possessing you. He slowly hikes up your skirt, exposing your soft skin to his ravenous gaze. You whimper in pain, trying to pull away, but he won’t let you, his hand maintaining complete control over your body. “I’m going to make you scream, and every corner of this school will hear just how much of a whore you are, my personal slut. You’d better count, or you’ll regret it.” His voice is a deliciously cruel threat as he leans all his weight onto your back, making you feel every ounce of his dominance.

Heeseung grabs your wrists, sliding them behind your back, holding them firmly between his fingers, keeping you pinned against the table. His eyes revel in your pain as he caresses your ass with deceptive softness, a shocking contrast to his brutal grip. He lets his hand drop onto your cold cheek, burning with pain, and you let out a small whimper, your sensations heightened by the struggle to free yourself. Your body twists slightly, trying to pull away from him, but he mocks your movement, bringing his hand down on your ass with deliberate force, making you cry out in pain as a shiver of excitement courses through your body.

“I told you to count, didn’t I?” He says with cold anger tinged with pleasure in his voice, gripping your right buttock with brutal force. His nails dig into your flesh, blood starting to flow, and the pain electrifies you as you feel a strangely delicious warmth. He watches the blood drip onto the floor, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he brings his bloody fingers to his mouth to lick them, letting out a moan of pleasure, savoring every drop of your suffering.

“Tw—Two.” Your voice trembles, and tears blur your vision. The pain overwhelms you, and you squirm, desperately trying to break free, but nothing works. He is stronger than you, and he revels in your submission, in your weakness. Each scream, each whimper reinforces his power over you.

“That’s it, my love, I’m so proud of you.” His hand caresses your wounded ass, spreading your blood across it. And his voice sends a pleasant shiver through your entire body, down to your lower belly. He notices how your body responds to his praise, a sly smile spreading across his face. “You like being complimented, don’t you, treasure?”

“That’s not true!” You try to deny it, but your excitement betrays you, and you feel a blush of shame creep across your cheeks.

Love us as much as we love you— Teaser part II

Summary: Y/n is a professor who spends a night with four men, unaware that they are students at the university where she is about to teach. These four students, known as the Black Apollos, rule Ravenridge School. Wealthy, arrogant, and violent, they instill terror wherever they go. Through this one-night encounter, they gain leverage over her that they will use as they please. This Halloween month, she and other students are invited to celebrate at their mansion. What will happen to her?

PAIRING: Non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader

GENRE: 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : manipulation, psychological violence, physical violence, blood, blood kink, spitting, spanking, bondage, blackmail, intimidation, harassment, threats, student/teacher relationship, fighting, jealousy, dark atmosphere, insults, public humiliation, mental domination, body control, forced consent, confinement, dangerous seduction, polyamory, domination, double play, emotional dependency, trauma, revenge, mental torture, physical constraints, extortion, abuse of power, degradation, erotic pain, double penetration, anal sex, cigarette consumption, five-way plans, fellatio, oral sex, role-playing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, BDSM, fetishism, vaginal penetration, submission practices, non-consensual acts, acts in public places, mental domination, sexual humiliation.

Number of words : ??

Publication date : ??

“You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you, Y/n?” Heeseung’s voice echoes in the empty classroom, laced with a treacherous lightness that vibrates in the air around you. He delivers this line with a cruel amusement, his gaze shining with palpable mischief. Each word he utters feels like a sharp blade, slicing through the already electric tension hanging between you. He approaches you with a calculated slowness, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his nonchalant movements seeming to hide an underlying threat. He circles your desk like a predator toying with its prey, and his mocking smile reveals the satisfaction he derives from your apparent submission.

“Or should I say professor?” His voice softens slightly, but the shadow of irony lingers. “But tell me, do you deserve it, you bitch?” He positions himself right in front of you, his imposing stature dominating the space as he leans against your desk. A contemptuous smile stretches across his lips as you shoot him a dark glare, filled with a mix of anger and desire that you dare not admit.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, feigning indignation, but a mocking glint shines in his eyes. He leans closer to you, his warm, spicy breath brushing against your skin, sending shivers down every fiber of your being. “Don’t tell me you disagree with what I’m saying?” His words, whispered like a caress, penetrate deep within you. Rage simmers in your veins, but a part of you feels inexplicably drawn to this dangerous game.

Suddenly, without warning, he yanks your hair violently, a brutal movement that forces a grunt of pain from your lips. You try to break free from his grip, clawing at the air in a survival instinct, but he only tightens his hold, his expression darkening with a twisted satisfaction. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, professor. You shouldn’t push me any further than I already am, right?” His tone is both mocking and possessive, and you feel a shiver of anxiety and excitement race down your spine. He pulls harder on your hair, exposing your delicate neck, and you feel hot, burning tears of humiliation welling up in your eyes. In that moment, you are both vulnerable and entranced, feeling smaller under his grip, reduced to an object of his desire.

“So tell me, Professor, you’re a dirty slut, a slut who slept with four of his students without any shame or remorse. All for the sole purpose of satisfying your lust.” Every word he says rings through the air like a whiplash. His words are like arrows, piercing your façade of control. He leans close to your ear, whispering the words like a dirty secret, a shared delight. His hot, fragrant breath brushes your skin, and he nibbles at your earlobe, licking it with a calculated slowness that electrifies you and makes you tremble with anticipation. The mixture of pain and arousal blinds you, and you nearly cry, the need to protest stuck in your throat.

“Like the needy whore you are, you loved it, you wanted more, always much more, because you were made for our cocks. One is never enough for you, is it, sweetheart?” His lips slide down your neck, licking, sucking and nibbling at your skin, marking every inch of it with a feverish obsession. He’s possessive, and that reality makes you shiver with fear and desire. Every kiss, every bite is a promise of ecstasy and pain, and you feel the imminence of your fall, drawn to the abyss of his depravity.

He violently yanks your hair, pulling you up from your chair and slamming you hard against your desk. You let out a gasp of pain, which you stifle by biting your lips until they bleed. “You don’t want to talk, treasure? Then I’ll make you scream like the slut you are.” Heeseung sneers, his laughter echoing like a sinister refrain in the room. He pushes you further into the desk, making you feel a sharp pain in your stomach and ribs. The furniture digs into your flesh, but he cares nothing for your suffering, intent only on possessing you. He slowly hikes up your skirt, exposing your soft skin to his ravenous gaze. You whimper in pain, trying to pull away, but he won’t let you, his hand maintaining complete control over your body. “I’m going to make you scream, and every corner of this school will hear just how much of a whore you are, my personal slut. You’d better count, or you’ll regret it.” His voice is a deliciously cruel threat as he leans all his weight onto your back, making you feel every ounce of his dominance.

Heeseung grabs your wrists, sliding them behind your back, holding them firmly between his fingers, keeping you pinned against the table. His eyes revel in your pain as he caresses your ass with deceptive softness, a shocking contrast to his brutal grip. He lets his hand drop onto your cold cheek, burning with pain, and you let out a small whimper, your sensations heightened by the struggle to free yourself. Your body twists slightly, trying to pull away from him, but he mocks your movement, bringing his hand down on your ass with deliberate force, making you cry out in pain as a shiver of excitement courses through your body.

“I told you to count, didn’t I?” He says with cold anger tinged with pleasure in his voice, gripping your right buttock with brutal force. His nails dig into your flesh, blood starting to flow, and the pain electrifies you as you feel a strangely delicious warmth. He watches the blood drip onto the floor, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he brings his bloody fingers to his mouth to lick them, letting out a moan of pleasure, savoring every drop of your suffering.

“Tw—Two.” Your voice trembles, and tears blur your vision. The pain overwhelms you, and you squirm, desperately trying to break free, but nothing works. He is stronger than you, and he revels in your submission, in your weakness. Each scream, each whimper reinforces his power over you.

“That’s it, my love, I’m so proud of you.” His hand caresses your wounded ass, spreading your blood across it. And his voice sends a pleasant shiver through your entire body, down to your lower belly. He notices how your body responds to his praise, a sly smile spreading across his face. “You like being complimented, don’t you, treasure?”

“That’s not true!” You try to deny it, but your excitement betrays you, and you feel a blush of shame creep across your cheeks.