Enha Hyung Line - Tumblr Posts

Scream for us - Teaser

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

“You'll be our slut tonight, and for the rest of your miserable life, do you understand?” Jay demands in a husky voice, each word sounding like a delicious threat as he tugs roughly at your hair. The sharp pain at the root of your skull makes a shiver of arousal ignite through you. His gaze is like a burning fire, a mixture of desire and dominance, drowning in a darkness that captivates you.

“You want to play, don’t you?” he adds, a sinister smile on his lips, like a predator delighting in its prey. The atmosphere becomes electric, every word he speaks, charged with a sweet poison. A palpable tension settles between you, a dangerous dance between pleasure and pain.

“Look how wet she gets at the thought of being degraded, don’t you, kitten?” Jake sneers, his deep voice echoing like a sinister echo. He steps closer, his hands brushing your skin with a perverse gentleness, before turning into a possessive gesture that sets you aflame. A cocky smile spreads across his face, while his eyes shine with insatiable desire.

A sharp swat to your ass makes you jump, a mixture of pain and pleasure taking over you. “I know you’re fantasizing about being filled with us. I’d like to see you filled with us too. You’d look so pretty painted white, kitten,” he whispers, his voice tinged with desire and cruelty. Your cheeks flush, but deep inside, a part of you stirs, hungry for more.

“You finally gave your tongue to the cat, you naughty girl,” Sunghoon, his gaze burning, leans down to you. “Open your mouth for me,” he orders, his tone soft but commanding. You obey, your tongue twitching against your lips, a shiver of submission washing over you. A satisfied smirk forms on his lips as he dominates you with his gaze, a mix of excitement and defiance setting in.

He watches you with a devouring intensity, and in this charged atmosphere, every second becomes a sick game, a silent exchange of unconfessed desires and disgust. The world around you fades away, leaving only this electric tension between you, a promise of a macabre and degrading adventure.

Sunghoon leans down to your wide-open mouth, his gaze never leaving you, his eyes burning with a pernicious desire. He lets a few drops of saliva escape, a deliberate and humiliating gesture that underlines the importance of this moment. Holding you firmly by the cheek, he involves you in this tableau of domination, reminding you to what extent he is the master of your pleasure and your pain.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he whispers, his voice thick with cold arrogance, “so vulnerable, like a submissive doll.” A possessive glint shines in his eyes, a delectable mix of desire and cruelty enveloping you. As he brushes his thumb over your cheek, you shiver, wondering if he realizes how much sordid passion there is in this gesture.

“You’re mine,” he says, the promise of his voice ringing through the air, wrapping you in a net of anguish and arousal. Every look, every movement becomes a delicious humiliation, a reminder that you’re here for his pleasure, to be broken and rebuilt as he pleases. You’re an object of desire, a puppet in his hands, and yet, despite the degradation, something inside you stirs, hungry for this delectable submission.

He grabs you firmly by the chin this time, but his hold is both gentle and terrifying, as if he knows you are his. “Swallow it,” he says, his voice thick with desire, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you swoon. A rush of heat rises inside you as you obey, your gaze locked with his, trying to capture every nuance of his expression.

“You’re so perfect for us, aren’t you, my love?” Heeseung whispers to you, his voice soft but laced with menace, leaning down to your level with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster. His gaze sinks into yours, as if he’s trying to penetrate your soul.

He strokes your hand with calculated gentleness, his fingers sliding over your skin, sending unpleasant and delicious shivers down your arm. This tenderness hides an underlying threat, charged with an almost terrifying energy, a promise of pain and devotion that makes an unhealthy curiosity rise within you. The warmth of his close body and his light breath on your skin envelop you, leaving you both exhilarated and terrified.

“You will take whatever we give you without complaint, because you are our perfect good girl,” he continues, his tone filled with possessive affection, but also with crushing authority. His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, filling you with a degrading sense of belonging and desire, as if your worth is only measured by your ability to endure.

You know what he says is an order disguised as a caress, and despite the revolt that simmers inside you, a part of you can't help but shudder at the thought, aware that you are both the plaything and the prey of their dark desire. But you can't bring yourself to submit. "I'm not yours, nor your fucking good girl," you retort, your voice trembling with audacity. The defiance in your words resonates in the air, creating an explosive tension. Their expressions change, a mixture of anger and desire. They realize that your audacity is as intoxicating as it is disturbing.

“We’re gonna destroy you so bad, baby, you’ll be begging to be our plaything,” Jay promises darkly, his words hanging in the tension-heavy air, laden with palpable excitement and ravenous anticipation.

He steps forward, his eyes twinkling with a wicked glint, as if they could tear through the veil of your resistance. The tension between you is electric, each syllable wrapping the space in a sinister promise, a forbidden adventure on the edge of danger. His hypnotic gaze captivates you, plunging you into a whirlwind of unspoken desires, daring you to cross that uncharted line between submission and rebellion.

The atmosphere becomes suffocating, every beat of your heart resounding like an invitation to give in, to dive into the abyss of this cruel game. You know that every word he speaks is a chain, drawing you closer to this dark maze where you could lose all control.

“Fuck you, you sexually deranged bastards,” you spit with a glare, your brow furrowed in contempt. “You can always dream before I’m yours, you fucking assholes.”

“You shouldn’t have said that, kitten,” Jake snarls, his eyes laced with anger and desire. Every syllable he utters is a promise of pain and pleasure, an invitation to dive into the darkest depths of your own desire.

“Oh, but I did very well, on the contrary.” A sneer stretches on your lips, defying their expectation. “Now go fuck yourself.” A mocking purr escapes your throat as you crack your whip on the ground in provocation, before hooking it to the window railing. With a quick movement, you hoist yourself up, leaving them frustrated below, trying in vain to catch you. “What, is that all you have?” you say with a soft laugh, taunting them from your perch.

“Catwoman 1, Batboys 0,” you blurt out with a defiant smile, your voice dripping with contempt. Your gaze slides over their faces, capturing every expression: the disbelief, the burning desire, and that palpable anger. You straighten up, defying the universe around you, before launching yourself backwards with disconcerting agility. Your body flies into the air, and you savor the moment, your hair blowing in the wind, while their gazes remain fixed on you, powerless to stop you.

Your mocking laughter echoes through the air, an evil echo that seems to follow them. They don’t even need to speak to feel the surge of desire that invades them. Their fists clench, their bodies tense like bows ready to let go. The adrenaline of the hunt boils within them, and they swear inwardly that this humiliation only exacerbates their need to possess you. Your every move, your every word, ignites their rage and their desire.

Mais vous savez que vous avez le contrôle de la situation et, à mesure que vous disparaissez dans l'ombre, leur frustration ne fait que croître. Le jeu ne fait que commencer.

Scream for us - Teaser 2

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.

The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.

You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”

His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.

“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.

Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.

“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.

He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.

He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.

He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of ​​being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.

You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.

You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.

Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of ​​being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you. 

You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.

Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.

“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.

“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.

Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”

Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.

“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of ​​being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.

You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.

Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”

This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.

The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.

Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.

The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.

His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.

Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.

Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.

“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.

The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.

“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”

His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.

As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.

Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.

The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.

The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.

“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.

Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”

He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.

You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.

Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.

The other club members, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.

Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”

There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.

“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.

Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.

The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.

Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.

His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.

“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.

“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”

His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.

“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”

He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.

Scream for us - Teaser 2

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.

The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.

You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”

His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.

“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.

Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.

“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.

He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.

He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.

He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of ​​being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.

You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.

You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.

Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of ​​being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you. 

You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.

Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.

“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.

“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.

Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”

Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.

“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of ​​being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.

You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.

Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”

This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.

The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.

Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.

The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.

His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.

Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.

Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.

“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.

The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.

“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”

His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.

As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.

Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.

The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.

The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.

“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.

Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”

He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.

You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.

Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.

The other clubgoers, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.

Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”

There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.

“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.

Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.

The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.

Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.

His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.

“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.

“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”

His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.

“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”

He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.

Scream for us - Teaser

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

“You'll be our slut tonight, and for the rest of your miserable life, do you understand?” Jay demands in a husky voice, each word sounding like a delicious threat as he tugs roughly at your hair. The sharp pain at the root of your skull makes a shiver of arousal ignite through you. His gaze is like a burning fire, a mixture of desire and dominance, drowning in a darkness that captivates you.

“You want to play, don’t you?” he adds, a sinister smile on his lips, like a predator delighting in its prey. The atmosphere becomes electric, every word he speaks, charged with a sweet poison. A palpable tension settles between you, a dangerous dance between pleasure and pain.

“Look how wet she gets at the thought of being degraded, don’t you, kitten?” Jake sneers, his deep voice echoing like a sinister echo. He steps closer, his hands brushing your skin with a perverse gentleness, before turning into a possessive gesture that sets you aflame. A cocky smile spreads across his face, while his eyes shine with insatiable desire.

A sharp swat to your ass makes you jump, a mixture of pain and pleasure taking over you. “I know you’re fantasizing about being filled with us. I’d like to see you filled with us too. You’d look so pretty painted white, kitten,” he whispers, his voice tinged with desire and cruelty. Your cheeks flush, but deep inside, a part of you stirs, hungry for more.

“You finally gave your tongue to the cat, you naughty girl,” Sunghoon, his gaze burning, leans down to you. “Open your mouth for me,” he orders, his tone soft but commanding. You obey, your tongue twitching against your lips, a shiver of submission washing over you. A satisfied smirk forms on his lips as he dominates you with his gaze, a mix of excitement and defiance setting in.

He watches you with a devouring intensity, and in this charged atmosphere, every second becomes a sick game, a silent exchange of unconfessed desires and disgust. The world around you fades away, leaving only this electric tension between you, a promise of a macabre and degrading adventure.

Sunghoon leans down to your wide-open mouth, his gaze never leaving you, his eyes burning with a pernicious desire. He lets a few drops of saliva escape, a deliberate and humiliating gesture that underlines the importance of this moment. Holding you firmly by the cheek, he involves you in this tableau of domination, reminding you to what extent he is the master of your pleasure and your pain.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he whispers, his voice thick with cold arrogance, “so vulnerable, like a submissive doll.” A possessive glint shines in his eyes, a delectable mix of desire and cruelty enveloping you. As he brushes his thumb over your cheek, you shiver, wondering if he realizes how much sordid passion there is in this gesture.

“You’re mine,” he says, the promise of his voice ringing through the air, wrapping you in a net of anguish and arousal. Every look, every movement becomes a delicious humiliation, a reminder that you’re here for his pleasure, to be broken and rebuilt as he pleases. You’re an object of desire, a puppet in his hands, and yet, despite the degradation, something inside you stirs, hungry for this delectable submission.

He grabs you firmly by the chin this time, but his hold is both gentle and terrifying, as if he knows you are his. “Swallow it,” he says, his voice thick with desire, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you swoon. A rush of heat rises inside you as you obey, your gaze locked with his, trying to capture every nuance of his expression.

“You’re so perfect for us, aren’t you, my love?” Heeseung whispers to you, his voice soft but laced with menace, leaning down to your level with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster. His gaze sinks into yours, as if he’s trying to penetrate your soul.

He strokes your hand with calculated gentleness, his fingers sliding over your skin, sending unpleasant and delicious shivers down your arm. This tenderness hides an underlying threat, charged with an almost terrifying energy, a promise of pain and devotion that makes an unhealthy curiosity rise within you. The warmth of his close body and his light breath on your skin envelop you, leaving you both exhilarated and terrified.

“You will take whatever we give you without complaint, because you are our perfect good girl,” he continues, his tone filled with possessive affection, but also with crushing authority. His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, filling you with a degrading sense of belonging and desire, as if your worth is only measured by your ability to endure.

You know what he says is an order disguised as a caress, and despite the revolt that simmers inside you, a part of you can't help but shudder at the thought, aware that you are both the plaything and the prey of their dark desire. But you can't bring yourself to submit. "I'm not yours, nor your fucking good girl," you retort, your voice trembling with audacity. The defiance in your words resonates in the air, creating an explosive tension. Their expressions change, a mixture of anger and desire. They realize that your audacity is as intoxicating as it is disturbing.

“We’re gonna destroy you so bad, baby, you’ll be begging to be our plaything,” Jay promises darkly, his words hanging in the tension-heavy air, laden with palpable excitement and ravenous anticipation.

He steps forward, his eyes twinkling with a wicked glint, as if they could tear through the veil of your resistance. The tension between you is electric, each syllable wrapping the space in a sinister promise, a forbidden adventure on the edge of danger. His hypnotic gaze captivates you, plunging you into a whirlwind of unspoken desires, daring you to cross that uncharted line between submission and rebellion.

The atmosphere becomes suffocating, every beat of your heart resounding like an invitation to give in, to dive into the abyss of this cruel game. You know that every word he speaks is a chain, drawing you closer to this dark maze where you could lose all control.

“Fuck you, you sexually deranged bastards,” you spit with a glare, your brow furrowed in contempt. “You can always dream before I’m yours, you fucking assholes.”

“You shouldn’t have said that, kitten,” Jake snarls, his eyes laced with anger and desire. Every syllable he utters is a promise of pain and pleasure, an invitation to dive into the darkest depths of your own desire.

“Oh, but I did very well, on the contrary.” A sneer stretches on your lips, defying their expectation. “Now go fuck yourself.” A mocking purr escapes your throat as you crack your whip on the ground in provocation, before hooking it to the window railing. With a quick movement, you hoist yourself up, leaving them frustrated below, trying in vain to catch you. “What, is that all you have?” you say with a soft laugh, taunting them from your perch.

“Catwoman 1, Batboys 0,” you blurt out with a defiant smile, your voice dripping with contempt. Your gaze slides over their faces, capturing every expression: the disbelief, the burning desire, and that palpable anger. You straighten up, defying the universe around you, before launching yourself backwards with disconcerting agility. Your body flies into the air, and you savor the moment, your hair blowing in the wind, while their gazes remain fixed on you, powerless to stop you.

Your mocking laughter echoes through the air, an evil echo that seems to follow them. They don’t even need to speak to feel the surge of desire that invades them. Their fists clench, their bodies tense like bows ready to let go. The adrenaline of the hunt boils within them, and they swear inwardly that this humiliation only exacerbates their need to possess you. Your every move, your every word, ignites their rage and their desire.

Mais vous savez que vous avez le contrôle de la situation et, à mesure que vous disparaissez dans l'ombre, leur frustration ne fait que croître. Le jeu ne fait que commencer.

Scream for us - Teaser 2

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.

The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.

You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”

His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.

“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.

Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.

“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.

He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.

He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.

He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of ​​being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.

You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.

You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.

Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of ​​being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you. 

You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.

Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.

“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.

“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.

Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”

Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.

“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of ​​being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.

You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.

Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”

This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.

The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.

Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.

The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.

His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.

Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.

Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.

“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.

The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.

“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”

His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.

As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.

Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.

The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.

The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.

“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.

Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”

He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.

You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.

Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.

The other club members, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.

Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”

There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.

“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.

Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.

The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.

Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.

His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.

“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.

“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”

His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.

“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”

He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.

Scream for us - Teaser

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

“You'll be our slut tonight, and for the rest of your miserable life, do you understand?” Jay demands in a husky voice, each word sounding like a delicious threat as he tugs roughly at your hair. The sharp pain at the root of your skull makes a shiver of arousal ignite through you. His gaze is like a burning fire, a mixture of desire and dominance, drowning in a darkness that captivates you.

“You want to play, don’t you?” he adds, a sinister smile on his lips, like a predator delighting in its prey. The atmosphere becomes electric, every word he speaks, charged with a sweet poison. A palpable tension settles between you, a dangerous dance between pleasure and pain.

“Look how wet she gets at the thought of being degraded, don’t you, kitten?” Jake sneers, his deep voice echoing like a sinister echo. He steps closer, his hands brushing your skin with a perverse gentleness, before turning into a possessive gesture that sets you aflame. A cocky smile spreads across his face, while his eyes shine with insatiable desire.

A sharp swat to your ass makes you jump, a mixture of pain and pleasure taking over you. “I know you’re fantasizing about being filled with us. I’d like to see you filled with us too. You’d look so pretty painted white, kitten,” he whispers, his voice tinged with desire and cruelty. Your cheeks flush, but deep inside, a part of you stirs, hungry for more.

“You finally gave your tongue to the cat, you naughty girl,” Sunghoon, his gaze burning, leans down to you. “Open your mouth for me,” he orders, his tone soft but commanding. You obey, your tongue twitching against your lips, a shiver of submission washing over you. A satisfied smirk forms on his lips as he dominates you with his gaze, a mix of excitement and defiance setting in.

He watches you with a devouring intensity, and in this charged atmosphere, every second becomes a sick game, a silent exchange of unconfessed desires and disgust. The world around you fades away, leaving only this electric tension between you, a promise of a macabre and degrading adventure.

Sunghoon leans down to your wide-open mouth, his gaze never leaving you, his eyes burning with a pernicious desire. He lets a few drops of saliva escape, a deliberate and humiliating gesture that underlines the importance of this moment. Holding you firmly by the cheek, he involves you in this tableau of domination, reminding you to what extent he is the master of your pleasure and your pain.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he whispers, his voice thick with cold arrogance, “so vulnerable, like a submissive doll.” A possessive glint shines in his eyes, a delectable mix of desire and cruelty enveloping you. As he brushes his thumb over your cheek, you shiver, wondering if he realizes how much sordid passion there is in this gesture.

“You’re mine,” he says, the promise of his voice ringing through the air, wrapping you in a net of anguish and arousal. Every look, every movement becomes a delicious humiliation, a reminder that you’re here for his pleasure, to be broken and rebuilt as he pleases. You’re an object of desire, a puppet in his hands, and yet, despite the degradation, something inside you stirs, hungry for this delectable submission.

He grabs you firmly by the chin this time, but his hold is both gentle and terrifying, as if he knows you are his. “Swallow it,” he says, his voice thick with desire, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you swoon. A rush of heat rises inside you as you obey, your gaze locked with his, trying to capture every nuance of his expression.

“You’re so perfect for us, aren’t you, my love?” Heeseung whispers to you, his voice soft but laced with menace, leaning down to your level with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster. His gaze sinks into yours, as if he’s trying to penetrate your soul.

He strokes your hand with calculated gentleness, his fingers sliding over your skin, sending unpleasant and delicious shivers down your arm. This tenderness hides an underlying threat, charged with an almost terrifying energy, a promise of pain and devotion that makes an unhealthy curiosity rise within you. The warmth of his close body and his light breath on your skin envelop you, leaving you both exhilarated and terrified.

“You will take whatever we give you without complaint, because you are our perfect good girl,” he continues, his tone filled with possessive affection, but also with crushing authority. His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, filling you with a degrading sense of belonging and desire, as if your worth is only measured by your ability to endure.

You know what he says is an order disguised as a caress, and despite the revolt that simmers inside you, a part of you can't help but shudder at the thought, aware that you are both the plaything and the prey of their dark desire. But you can't bring yourself to submit. "I'm not yours, nor your fucking good girl," you retort, your voice trembling with audacity. The defiance in your words resonates in the air, creating an explosive tension. Their expressions change, a mixture of anger and desire. They realize that your audacity is as intoxicating as it is disturbing.

“We’re gonna destroy you so bad, baby, you’ll be begging to be our plaything,” Jay promises darkly, his words hanging in the tension-heavy air, laden with palpable excitement and ravenous anticipation.

He steps forward, his eyes twinkling with a wicked glint, as if they could tear through the veil of your resistance. The tension between you is electric, each syllable wrapping the space in a sinister promise, a forbidden adventure on the edge of danger. His hypnotic gaze captivates you, plunging you into a whirlwind of unspoken desires, daring you to cross that uncharted line between submission and rebellion.

The atmosphere becomes suffocating, every beat of your heart resounding like an invitation to give in, to dive into the abyss of this cruel game. You know that every word he speaks is a chain, drawing you closer to this dark maze where you could lose all control.

“Fuck you, you sexually deranged bastards,” you spit with a glare, your brow furrowed in contempt. “You can always dream before I’m yours, you fucking assholes.”

“You shouldn’t have said that, kitten,” Jake snarls, his eyes laced with anger and desire. Every syllable he utters is a promise of pain and pleasure, an invitation to dive into the darkest depths of your own desire.

“Oh, but I did very well, on the contrary.” A sneer stretches on your lips, defying their expectation. “Now go fuck yourself.” A mocking purr escapes your throat as you crack your whip on the ground in provocation, before hooking it to the window railing. With a quick movement, you hoist yourself up, leaving them frustrated below, trying in vain to catch you. “What, is that all you have?” you say with a soft laugh, taunting them from your perch.

“Catwoman 1, Batboys 0,” you blurt out with a defiant smile, your voice dripping with contempt. Your gaze slides over their faces, capturing every expression: the disbelief, the burning desire, and that palpable anger. You straighten up, defying the universe around you, before launching yourself backwards with disconcerting agility. Your body flies into the air, and you savor the moment, your hair blowing in the wind, while their gazes remain fixed on you, powerless to stop you.

Your mocking laughter echoes through the air, an evil echo that seems to follow them. They don’t even need to speak to feel the surge of desire that invades them. Their fists clench, their bodies tense like bows ready to let go. The adrenaline of the hunt boils within them, and they swear inwardly that this humiliation only exacerbates their need to possess you. Your every move, your every word, ignites their rage and their desire.

Mais vous savez que vous avez le contrôle de la situation et, à mesure que vous disparaissez dans l'ombre, leur frustration ne fait que croître. Le jeu ne fait que commencer.

Scream for us - Teaser 2

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.

The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.

You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”

His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.

“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.

Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.

“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.

He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.

He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.

He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of ​​being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.

You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.

You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.

Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of ​​being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you. 

You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.

Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.

“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.

“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.

Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”

Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.

“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of ​​being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.

You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.

Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”

This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.

The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.

Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.

The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.

His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.

Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.

Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.

“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.

The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.

“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”

His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.

As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.

Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.

The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.

The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.

“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.

Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”

He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.

You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.

Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.

The other club members, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.

Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”

There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.

“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.

Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.

The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.

Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.

His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.

“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.

“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”

His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.

“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”

He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.

Scream for us - Teaser 2

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.

The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.

You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”

His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.

“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.

Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.

“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.

He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.

He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.

He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of ​​being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.

You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.

You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.

Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of ​​being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you. 

You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.

Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.

“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.

“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.

Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”

Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.

“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of ​​being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.

You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.

Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”

This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.

The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.

Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.

The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.

His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.

Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.

Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.

“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.

The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.

“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”

His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.

As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.

Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.

The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.

The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.

“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.

Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”

He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.

You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.

Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.

The other club members, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.

Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”

There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.

“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.

Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.

The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.

Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.

His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.

“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.

“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”

His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.

“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”

He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.

Scream for us - Teaser

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

“You'll be our slut tonight, and for the rest of your miserable life, do you understand?” Jay demands in a husky voice, each word sounding like a delicious threat as he tugs roughly at your hair. The sharp pain at the root of your skull makes a shiver of arousal ignite through you. His gaze is like a burning fire, a mixture of desire and dominance, drowning in a darkness that captivates you.

“You want to play, don’t you?” he adds, a sinister smile on his lips, like a predator delighting in its prey. The atmosphere becomes electric, every word he speaks, charged with a sweet poison. A palpable tension settles between you, a dangerous dance between pleasure and pain.

“Look how wet she gets at the thought of being degraded, don’t you, kitten?” Jake sneers, his deep voice echoing like a sinister echo. He steps closer, his hands brushing your skin with a perverse gentleness, before turning into a possessive gesture that sets you aflame. A cocky smile spreads across his face, while his eyes shine with insatiable desire.

A sharp swat to your ass makes you jump, a mixture of pain and pleasure taking over you. “I know you’re fantasizing about being filled with us. I’d like to see you filled with us too. You’d look so pretty painted white, kitten,” he whispers, his voice tinged with desire and cruelty. Your cheeks flush, but deep inside, a part of you stirs, hungry for more.

“You finally gave your tongue to the cat, you naughty girl,” Sunghoon, his gaze burning, leans down to you. “Open your mouth for me,” he orders, his tone soft but commanding. You obey, your tongue twitching against your lips, a shiver of submission washing over you. A satisfied smirk forms on his lips as he dominates you with his gaze, a mix of excitement and defiance setting in.

He watches you with a devouring intensity, and in this charged atmosphere, every second becomes a sick game, a silent exchange of unconfessed desires and disgust. The world around you fades away, leaving only this electric tension between you, a promise of a macabre and degrading adventure.

Sunghoon leans down to your wide-open mouth, his gaze never leaving you, his eyes burning with a pernicious desire. He lets a few drops of saliva escape, a deliberate and humiliating gesture that underlines the importance of this moment. Holding you firmly by the cheek, he involves you in this tableau of domination, reminding you to what extent he is the master of your pleasure and your pain.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he whispers, his voice thick with cold arrogance, “so vulnerable, like a submissive doll.” A possessive glint shines in his eyes, a delectable mix of desire and cruelty enveloping you. As he brushes his thumb over your cheek, you shiver, wondering if he realizes how much sordid passion there is in this gesture.

“You’re mine,” he says, the promise of his voice ringing through the air, wrapping you in a net of anguish and arousal. Every look, every movement becomes a delicious humiliation, a reminder that you’re here for his pleasure, to be broken and rebuilt as he pleases. You’re an object of desire, a puppet in his hands, and yet, despite the degradation, something inside you stirs, hungry for this delectable submission.

He grabs you firmly by the chin this time, but his hold is both gentle and terrifying, as if he knows you are his. “Swallow it,” he says, his voice thick with desire, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you swoon. A rush of heat rises inside you as you obey, your gaze locked with his, trying to capture every nuance of his expression.

“You’re so perfect for us, aren’t you, my love?” Heeseung whispers to you, his voice soft but laced with menace, leaning down to your level with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster. His gaze sinks into yours, as if he’s trying to penetrate your soul.

He strokes your hand with calculated gentleness, his fingers sliding over your skin, sending unpleasant and delicious shivers down your arm. This tenderness hides an underlying threat, charged with an almost terrifying energy, a promise of pain and devotion that makes an unhealthy curiosity rise within you. The warmth of his close body and his light breath on your skin envelop you, leaving you both exhilarated and terrified.

“You will take whatever we give you without complaint, because you are our perfect good girl,” he continues, his tone filled with possessive affection, but also with crushing authority. His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, filling you with a degrading sense of belonging and desire, as if your worth is only measured by your ability to endure.

You know what he says is an order disguised as a caress, and despite the revolt that simmers inside you, a part of you can't help but shudder at the thought, aware that you are both the plaything and the prey of their dark desire. But you can't bring yourself to submit. "I'm not yours, nor your fucking good girl," you retort, your voice trembling with audacity. The defiance in your words resonates in the air, creating an explosive tension. Their expressions change, a mixture of anger and desire. They realize that your audacity is as intoxicating as it is disturbing.

“We’re gonna destroy you so bad, baby, you’ll be begging to be our plaything,” Jay promises darkly, his words hanging in the tension-heavy air, laden with palpable excitement and ravenous anticipation.

He steps forward, his eyes twinkling with a wicked glint, as if they could tear through the veil of your resistance. The tension between you is electric, each syllable wrapping the space in a sinister promise, a forbidden adventure on the edge of danger. His hypnotic gaze captivates you, plunging you into a whirlwind of unspoken desires, daring you to cross that uncharted line between submission and rebellion.

The atmosphere becomes suffocating, every beat of your heart resounding like an invitation to give in, to dive into the abyss of this cruel game. You know that every word he speaks is a chain, drawing you closer to this dark maze where you could lose all control.

“Fuck you, you sexually deranged bastards,” you spit with a glare, your brow furrowed in contempt. “You can always dream before I’m yours, you fucking assholes.”

“You shouldn’t have said that, kitten,” Jake snarls, his eyes laced with anger and desire. Every syllable he utters is a promise of pain and pleasure, an invitation to dive into the darkest depths of your own desire.

“Oh, but I did very well, on the contrary.” A sneer stretches on your lips, defying their expectation. “Now go fuck yourself.” A mocking purr escapes your throat as you crack your whip on the ground in provocation, before hooking it to the window railing. With a quick movement, you hoist yourself up, leaving them frustrated below, trying in vain to catch you. “What, is that all you have?” you say with a soft laugh, taunting them from your perch.

“Catwoman 1, Batboys 0,” you blurt out with a defiant smile, your voice dripping with contempt. Your gaze slides over their faces, capturing every expression: the disbelief, the burning desire, and that palpable anger. You straighten up, defying the universe around you, before launching yourself backwards with disconcerting agility. Your body flies into the air, and you savor the moment, your hair blowing in the wind, while their gazes remain fixed on you, powerless to stop you.

Your mocking laughter echoes through the air, an evil echo that seems to follow them. They don’t even need to speak to feel the surge of desire that invades them. Their fists clench, their bodies tense like bows ready to let go. The adrenaline of the hunt boils within them, and they swear inwardly that this humiliation only exacerbates their need to possess you. Your every move, your every word, ignites their rage and their desire.

Mais vous savez que vous avez le contrôle de la situation et, à mesure que vous disparaissez dans l'ombre, leur frustration ne fait que croître. Le jeu ne fait que commencer.

Scream for us - Teaser 2

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.

The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.

You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”

His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.

“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.

Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.

“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.

He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.

He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.

He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of ​​being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.

You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.

You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.

Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of ​​being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you. 

You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.

Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.

“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.

“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.

Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”

Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.

“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of ​​being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.

You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.

Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”

This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.

The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.

Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.

The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.

His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.

Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.

Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.

“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.

The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.

“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”

His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.

As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.

Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.

The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.

The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.

“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.

Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”

He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.

You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.

Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.

The other club members, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.

Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”

There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.

“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.

Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.

The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.

Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.

His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.

“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.

“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”

His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.

“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”

He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.

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

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 : ??

“What the hell are you doing here, Y/n? I don’t need you to lecture me,” Sunghoon spat, his raspy voice echoing through the deserted stairwell, tinged with barely veiled contempt. Smoke slowly escaped from his mouth, swirling in the stagnant air like a menacing shadow. His gaze, as sharp as a knife, pierced you with its darkness, revealing a dull menace that intensified with every beat of your heart. He stared at you like a predator watches its prey, unmoving but ready to strike at any moment. Sitting casually on the top step, he crushed his cigarette under his heel, his cold smile barely showing on his lips, hinting at something sinister.

“I’m not here to lecture you, show me your hands,” you said, your voice harsher than you’d intended, holding your hand out to him, your expression determined. Inside, your anxiety was rising; you hoped he’d obey, that he’d let you see the extent of the damage. But he didn’t move, staring at you with that chilling indifference that drove you mad. Your heart pounded, fear and anger swirling together in a whirlwind. Your hands were shaking slightly, and you decided to act.

Without waiting any longer, you abruptly grabbed his hand, your fingers wrapping around his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, a warmth that contrasted with the icy atmosphere that surrounded you. You dropped to your knees next to him, quickly opening the first aid kit, determined to disinfect the cuts despite his provocations. Every second that passed by his side made you realize how captivating and terrifying he was at the same time.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on you like a crushing weight. “Why are you doing this? Why are you wasting your time on me? I’m not even worth anything,” he said with that bitterness that pierced your heart. Still, you refused to give in to pity. He jerked his hand away from yours, breaking contact, and stared at you intensely. “You should have stayed with Jake, not come looking for me. You’re so stupid.” He burst out laughing, a mocking, cruel sound echoing down the stairs, like a blade cutting through the air. But that laugh was a mask, you knew that. Behind that icy facade, something else was simmering, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes that no one could deceive. He was glad you were here, and he knew it as well as you did.

“Stop your bullshit, Park, and let me take care of you,” you ordered through gritted teeth, your voice shaking with anger you could no longer contain. You tried to grab his hands again, but he stubbornly kept them at his sides, refusing to give in. His resistance was infuriating you, pushing you to the limit. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, and before you knew it, you were violently pushing him backwards, forcing him to fall heavily to the ground. His back hit the step with a thud, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes, however, lit up with a new light, darker, more intense, as if he were welcoming the challenge.

“Look at what you’re forcing me to do,” you spat, your eyes blazing with defiance as you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips. The closeness of your bodies made the air heavier, each breath coming harder. He looked down at you, his face half in shadow, but you could feel the desire burning behind his dark eyes, the tension between you becoming unbearable, each beat of his heart resonating against yours.

“You should have never come here, bunny,” he whispered, his tone suddenly deeper, almost menacing. His hands slid slowly down your thighs, his fingers squeezing your flesh with a brutal, possessive force. You shivered under his touch, unable to hide the instinctive reaction your body had to his touch. Every brush of his skin against yours was a fire igniting, a glow of desire you couldn’t ignore. “Now that you’re here, you’re mine. Until I decide to let you go. You should have stayed with Jake, you little idiot.” His words were raw, brutal, but he wasn’t just talking. In one quick, calculated move, he had you flipped beneath him, his massive body covering yours, pinning you to the ground with relentless force. He was completely over you, and you felt your breath catch under his weight, the heat of his body crushing yours.

“Park, you shouldn’t do this, I’m your teacher, remember,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, but it wavered under the pressure of the situation, the intensity of his gaze and his body overwhelming you. Your hips lifted instinctively, trying to free yourself from his hold, but each movement only increased the friction between your bodies, intensifying the stifling heat that was beginning to envelop you. Each second spent under him made your heart beat faster, the desperation of not being able to escape this unbearable moment mixing with a burning anticipation.

“We’ve fucked before, Professor, and your stupid title isn’t going to stop me,” he sneered, his gaze growing fiercer, his hands slowly roaming over your body, as if to mark every inch of it. You could feel his fingers exploring every inch of your skin, awakening sensations you thought you had mastered. “But this time, it’s going to be different, very different. I’m going to fuck you with that bastard’s blood still on my hands, and you’ll have no choice but to take it all, whether you like it or not, got it, bunny?” His words were like blows, brutal, uncompromising, and you felt your body tense under their weight. He held you captive under his grip, forcing you to submit to his devastating desire. You were at his mercy, and despite the fear that invaded you, a shiver of excitement rose in you, an unquenchable desire to give in.

“You have no choice, bunny,” he continued with a twisted smile on his lips, a promise of pleasure and pain. He roughly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, making you completely vulnerable. With a deft hand, he quickly undid his belt, before wrapping it around your bound wrists. The leather squeezed your skin, almost cutting off your circulation, but you no longer paid attention to it. The satisfied smile he wore made you boil with rage, and at the same time, you felt a growing, uncontrollable desire. Every second he kept this pressure on you amplified your need for him, creating an electric tension in the air.

“I want to hear you scream my name, to show that asshole that I’m the only one who can fuck you this hard, to fill every damn hungry hole of your body.” He leaned toward you, his lips brushing against yours in a cruel provocation, never actually kissing you. Your breath was short, your body on fire, every nerve tense with anticipation, with the frustration he was making you endure. He was playing with you, controlling you completely, and you felt ready to explode under that unbearable tension.

“I thought my little rabbit didn’t want it,” he mocked, his voice a poisoned whisper as his fingers slid slowly along your throat, tracing a burning line down your skin. His hands descended slowly, barely grazing your breasts before withdrawing their touch, leaving you breathless, desperate for more. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you were unable to resist this torture, your body betraying you at every moment. You struggled internally between desire and hatred, between rage and submission, a fight you knew you had already lost.

“I’m yours, Sunghoon. I belong to you,” you finally whispered, your voice a broken breath, knowing that those words would be your only escape, your only way to free yourself from this skillfully orchestrated torture. Sunghoon’s gaze lit up, and a satisfied smile played on his lips, a glint of victory in his eyes. He had won. He had always won.

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

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 : ??

“What the hell are you doing here, Y/n? I don’t need you to lecture me,” Sunghoon spat, his raspy voice echoing through the deserted stairwell, tinged with barely veiled contempt. Smoke slowly escaped from his mouth, swirling in the stagnant air like a menacing shadow. His gaze, as sharp as a knife, pierced you with its darkness, revealing a dull menace that intensified with every beat of your heart. He stared at you like a predator watches its prey, unmoving but ready to strike at any moment. Sitting casually on the top step, he crushed his cigarette under his heel, his cold smile barely showing on his lips, hinting at something sinister.

“I’m not here to lecture you, show me your hands,” you said, your voice harsher than you’d intended, holding your hand out to him, your expression determined. Inside, your anxiety was rising; you hoped he’d obey, that he’d let you see the extent of the damage. But he didn’t move, staring at you with that chilling indifference that drove you mad. Your heart pounded, fear and anger swirling together in a whirlwind. Your hands were shaking slightly, and you decided to act.

Without waiting any longer, you abruptly grabbed his hand, your fingers wrapping around his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, a warmth that contrasted with the icy atmosphere that surrounded you. You dropped to your knees next to him, quickly opening the first aid kit, determined to disinfect the cuts despite his provocations. Every second that passed by his side made you realize how captivating and terrifying he was at the same time.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on you like a crushing weight. “Why are you doing this? Why are you wasting your time on me? I’m not even worth anything,” he said with that bitterness that pierced your heart. Still, you refused to give in to pity. He jerked his hand away from yours, breaking contact, and stared at you intensely. “You should have stayed with Jake, not come looking for me. You’re so stupid.” He burst out laughing, a mocking, cruel sound echoing down the stairs, like a blade cutting through the air. But that laugh was a mask, you knew that. Behind that icy facade, something else was simmering, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes that no one could deceive. He was glad you were here, and he knew it as well as you did.

“Stop your bullshit, Park, and let me take care of you,” you ordered through gritted teeth, your voice shaking with anger you could no longer contain. You tried to grab his hands again, but he stubbornly kept them at his sides, refusing to give in. His resistance was infuriating you, pushing you to the limit. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, and before you knew it, you were violently pushing him backwards, forcing him to fall heavily to the ground. His back hit the step with a thud, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes, however, lit up with a new light, darker, more intense, as if he were welcoming the challenge.

“Look at what you’re forcing me to do,” you spat, your eyes blazing with defiance as you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips. The closeness of your bodies made the air heavier, each breath coming harder. He looked down at you, his face half in shadow, but you could feel the desire burning behind his dark eyes, the tension between you becoming unbearable, each beat of his heart resonating against yours.

“You should have never come here, bunny,” he whispered, his tone suddenly deeper, almost menacing. His hands slid slowly down your thighs, his fingers squeezing your flesh with a brutal, possessive force. You shivered under his touch, unable to hide the instinctive reaction your body had to his touch. Every brush of his skin against yours was a fire igniting, a glow of desire you couldn’t ignore. “Now that you’re here, you’re mine. Until I decide to let you go. You should have stayed with Jake, you little idiot.” His words were raw, brutal, but he wasn’t just talking. In one quick, calculated move, he had you flipped beneath him, his massive body covering yours, pinning you to the ground with relentless force. He was completely over you, and you felt your breath catch under his weight, the heat of his body crushing yours.

“Park, you shouldn’t do this, I’m your teacher, remember,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, but it wavered under the pressure of the situation, the intensity of his gaze and his body overwhelming you. Your hips lifted instinctively, trying to free yourself from his hold, but each movement only increased the friction between your bodies, intensifying the stifling heat that was beginning to envelop you. Each second spent under him made your heart beat faster, the desperation of not being able to escape this unbearable moment mixing with a burning anticipation.

“We’ve fucked before, Professor, and your stupid title isn’t going to stop me,” he sneered, his gaze growing fiercer, his hands slowly roaming over your body, as if to mark every inch of it. You could feel his fingers exploring every inch of your skin, awakening sensations you thought you had mastered. “But this time, it’s going to be different, very different. I’m going to fuck you with that bastard’s blood still on my hands, and you’ll have no choice but to take it all, whether you like it or not, got it, bunny?” His words were like blows, brutal, uncompromising, and you felt your body tense under their weight. He held you captive under his grip, forcing you to submit to his devastating desire. You were at his mercy, and despite the fear that invaded you, a shiver of excitement rose in you, an unquenchable desire to give in.

“You have no choice, bunny,” he continued with a twisted smile on his lips, a promise of pleasure and pain. He roughly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, making you completely vulnerable. With a deft hand, he quickly undid his belt, before wrapping it around your bound wrists. The leather squeezed your skin, almost cutting off your circulation, but you no longer paid attention to it. The satisfied smile he wore made you boil with rage, and at the same time, you felt a growing, uncontrollable desire. Every second he kept this pressure on you amplified your need for him, creating an electric tension in the air.

“I want to hear you scream my name, to show that asshole that I’m the only one who can fuck you this hard, to fill every damn hungry hole of your body.” He leaned toward you, his lips brushing against yours in a cruel provocation, never actually kissing you. Your breath was short, your body on fire, every nerve tense with anticipation, with the frustration he was making you endure. He was playing with you, controlling you completely, and you felt ready to explode under that unbearable tension.

“I thought my little rabbit didn’t want it,” he mocked, his voice a poisoned whisper as his fingers slid slowly along your throat, tracing a burning line down your skin. His hands descended slowly, barely grazing your breasts before withdrawing their touch, leaving you breathless, desperate for more. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you were unable to resist this torture, your body betraying you at every moment. You struggled internally between desire and hatred, between rage and submission, a fight you knew you had already lost.

“I’m yours, Sunghoon. I belong to you,” you finally whispered, your voice a broken breath, knowing that those words would be your only escape, your only way to free yourself from this skillfully orchestrated torture. Sunghoon’s gaze lit up, and a satisfied smile played on his lips, a glint of victory in his eyes. He had won. He had always won.

Scream for us - Teaser 2

Summary : You are an entirely normal girl by day, but once night falls in Gotham City, you become the greatest thief of all time. Fortunately, the Batboys are there to set you back on the right path; they have a few lessons to teach you to behave like their good girl.

PAIRING : non-idols of ENHYPEN’s hyung line x female reader GENRE : 18+ (MDNI), adulthood, reverse harem, polyamory

Warning : anxiety, blood, filth, injuries, cigarette, thief, superhero, sexual assault, toxicity, violence, fight, theft, child violence, past infidelity, stalker, scars, crude and vulgar language, manipulation, reverse harem, multiple sex scenes, extensive discussion of sex, sadness, hatred, swearing, degradation, exhibitionism.

PS : It will be released on October 28 or 31, and if there are any typos, it's because English is not my native language. Please be kind.

The club resonates with thumping bass, haunting music that makes the ground shake beneath your feet. The strobe light illuminates your body intermittently, revealing every curve of your figure like a well-kept secret, transforming you into a hypnotic creature. As you sway your hips with audacious sensuality, each movement brings you a little closer to ecstasy, as if you were the center of a boiling world, where desire and lust mingle in a macabre dance.

The men around you look at you with a greed that borders on madness. Their eyes, burning and hungry, seem to want to tear your clothes, to take you in a breath. Each look is a promise of forbidden pleasure, an invitation to explore the dark corners of passion. They move slowly, their muscular bodies coming closer, their presence heavy and electric. You feel the thrill of their desire, palpable, almost tangible in the air saturated with heat and promise.

You are aware of the effect you have on them, and it gives you a power that ignites you. Your body, adorned with light and suggestive fabrics, plays with their fantasies, provoking them, inciting them to rise and take what is theirs. You offer a silent invitation, a promise of pleasure and pain, of sweetness and unbridled passion. They desire you like prey, and you are ready to lead them to the edge of ecstasy, to plunge them into an abyss where the line between love and devotion fades, giving way to a wild and desperate dance.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon breathes, his fists clenched with such intensity that he seems to be trying to contain the surge of his desire. His voice is husky, laden with palpable obsession, and echoes like a sensual whisper in the club’s heavy air. “That little angel, swaying in front of us like a fucking slut in heat. She knows exactly what she’s doing, every movement an act of provocation, a challenge to our reason. She doesn’t care about driving us crazy, she enjoys it.”

His burning eyes scan every curve of your figure, and his body is tense, in the grip of an internal struggle. The atmosphere is electric, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only this intoxicating dance, where you are the goddess and they, mere thirsty mortals. Sunghoon loses himself in the obsession of your movements, each oscillation of your hips seeming to speak directly to him, awakening in him a primal need that exhausts him from the inside.

“See that?” he adds, his voice darkening even more, a mixture of desire and frustration. “She’s playing with us, like a cat plays with a mouse. She knows we can’t resist.” The look he gives you is charged with promises of obscene pleasure and unspoken danger, an irresistible mix of dominance and submission that sets his senses ablaze. In that suspended moment, the room comes alive around you, but nothing exists outside of this dangerous game you’ve orchestrated.

Jay, leaning against the bar, his eyes half-closed, can't help but smile provocatively. "An angel, my ass. Look at that," he says, a defiant grin on his lips. He gestures vulgarly at you, his finger tracing an imaginary line along your silhouette, his eyes fixed on the curve of your arched back, where your dress slides dangerously low, exposing the top of your lace thong like an invitation to debauchery.

“She knows she’s here for this, to be touched, to be taken, to be dirty like a whore waiting for nothing more.” His voice is a whisper laden with desire, a promise of unspoken pleasure and rebellion. The air around him thickens, as if every word he speaks creates an electric tension in the air, stoking the rampant, wild desire that invades him.

He doesn't just look at you; he wants you with raw intensity, his thoughts drifting to obscene scenarios, where he would be the one to take control, the one to break the barriers you seem so boldly to play at exposing. In this dangerous game, you are the prey and he is the hunter, and he enjoys the illusion of a power he does not yet have. The room around you shivers with a shared thrill, all trapped in this dance of provocation where every look, every gesture, could be the beginning of a submission or a rebellion of the most sordid kind.

He draws on his cigarette, inhaling the smoke with calculated slowness before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. His gaze locks on you as he approaches, his stride deliberate and full of confidence. His fingers brush your arm, a light but provocative caress, a shiver running down your skin, reminding you of how vulnerable you are under his scrutiny.

He leans towards you, his hot breath caressing your ear, and whispers in a voice full of vice. “You’re already wet under that dress, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, huh, for us to come and take you like the slut you are?” Each word is a whiplash to your conscience, a challenge to your resistance. The intensity of his gaze, tinged with desire and contempt, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“I bet you dream of someone ripping that damn dress off you and fucking you against that wall, right there, in front of everyone.” His words echo in your mind like an echo of what you’re trying to repress, an invitation to explore dark desires you don’t dare admit. The idea of ​​being taken like this, exposed and vulnerable, makes you shudder, and you feel the heat rising inside you, a mixture of excitement and defiance. In this suspended moment, you are both the object of his desire and the actress in a scene where boundaries fade, where the forbidden becomes an irresistible call.

You let out a soft moan in response, a sound both delicate and charged with provocation, a silent cry that reveals more than you wanted. The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, a burning urge that consumes you, and you realize how much you are at his mercy. Each second that passes intensifies this mix of desire and defiance, as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only this electric and erotic tension.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips, a smirk that speaks of triumph and carnivorous desire. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a seductive arrogance that only adds to your confusion. His gaze scrutinizes every reaction, every shiver of your body, as if he’s revealed a truth you’ve been trying to hide.

You know he's playing with fire, but the spark of danger in his eyes makes you lean a little closer to the abyss. The idea that you're succumbing to his provocations only fuels the fire that burns inside you, and despite the shame that might grip you, you can't help but want more, wanting to know how far he'll go to take you into this daring and obscene game.

Jake, unable to contain his urge, steps closer, his hand sliding shamelessly over your stomach, running a hot caress over your skin. He goes down slowly, exploring every curve of your body, then ventures lower, brushing your crotch through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re already wet, you dirty little bitch,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of debauchery that makes you shudder.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he continues, his tone laced with an arrogance that captivates you. “You like this, don’t you? The idea of ​​being taken, here, with all these assholes watching.” His words resonate like an invitation to give in, to abandon all reserve, and the idea that you could be exposed, devoured by their hungry gaze, makes every fiber of your being vibrate.

“You like to be desired like a female dog in heat,” he says, his voice low and husky, laden with unspoken desire. His hand grows bolder, pressing a little harder, forcing you to arch your back under the pressure of his vulgar touch, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you speechless. The room blurs around you, the sound of the music fading as your entire being focuses on him, on what he evokes in you. 

You let out another moan, this time louder, betraying your consuming need. The sound echoes in the hot, humid air of the club, a silent confession of your submission to pleasure. Your hips move of their own accord, responding to his touch with desperate impatience, seeking more contact, friction that consumes and inflames you. Each movement is an instinctive dance, a call to debauchery that builds the tension around you, the desire and lust intensifying in the eyes of the others.

Their eyes light up, hungry, as they watch this torrid scene. The collective excitement electrifies them, making the atmosphere even more electric. Jake, witnessing your reaction, can't help but smile, aware of the effect he has on you, and it only whets his appetite. Your gestures become bolder, more desperate, and you realize that you are losing your footing, letting yourself be carried away by a wave of obscene desire.

“Fuck, listen to her moan,” Sunghoon growls as he approaches from behind, his raspy voice betraying his arousal. His hands grip your hips with possessive firmness, pulling you roughly against him, his warm, muscular body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin mixes with yours, an electric contact that makes you shiver with desire.

“Look at her, she loves it,” he continues, his hot breath brushing your neck, creating a wave of heat that runs through you. “She wants to be fucked like a fucking doll.” His words are charged with raw, animalistic desire, each syllable sounding like a challenge to your resistance. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the ardor in his voice only ignites the passion that’s awakening within you.

Your heart pounds as you feel his grip on your hips tighten, forcing you to arch your back against him even more. The thought of being at his mercy, of giving in to this madness, becomes a delicious and terrifying pleasure. You're trapped between insatiable desire and submission, aware that every moan you let out only whets their appetite, sending them all into a whirlwind of filthy, unspoken desire.

Sunghoon’s fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you even harder against him, grinding his hard body against your ass with an intensity that makes you lose all sense of control. “Do you feel that? Is that what you want?” he asks, his raspy voice ringing in your ear, a breath thick with desire and defiance. “To take you right here, right now, to make you scream so loud that everyone in this fucking club knows how much you love being treated like a little bitch?”

Adrenaline pulses through your veins, and you feel your breath hitch under the pressure of his body against yours. Every word he speaks is a hot caress, a call to submission. You try to respond, but the answer is lost in an uncontrollable moan that escapes your lips when Jake, without warning, abruptly pushes his fingers between your thighs. The impact of his touch makes you shudder, a mixture of delicious pain and intense pleasure.

“She doesn’t even have to talk, man, her body answers for her,” Jake snorts, his voice full of contempt and arousal. “She’s dying for it.” His words make you blush, but it’s not just shame that washes over you; it’s a wave of burning arousal that courses through you, revealing the truth you’ve been trying to hide. Every urge of desire in your body screams for release, crashing against the barriers of your consciousness. The idea of ​​being caught here, in front of everyone, becomes an irresistible obsession, a promise of ecstasy you can’t ignore.

You feel your body reacting against your will, every fiber of your being tensing, thirsting for this delicious humiliation. The heat rising inside you is unbearable, a devouring fire that consumes everything in its path. You are aware of every gaze trained on you, the whispers that slip through the hot air of the club, but it only intensifies your pleasure, turning every moan into a silent plea.

Sunghoon, behind you, pressing his body against yours, increases the pressure of his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He knows that you are at their mercy, that you are losing yourself in this collective madness. “We know what you want,” he murmurs, his hot breath mixing with your skin, adding an extra dimension to this humiliation. “You just have to let yourself go.”

This surrender becomes your only thought, the desire that consumes you reaching unbearable levels. The possibility of being used, of being taken in this obscene setting, makes you shudder with pleasure. It's a mixture of disgust and desire, a delicate dance between self-respect and the desire to give it all up. You're trapped between these two worlds, and every moan that escapes your lips only fuels their arousal.

The fear of losing control dissipates as you let yourself be engulfed by this desire. You know that you are degrading yourself, letting go of all the masks, and yet, it no longer scares you. On the contrary, it is this freedom that attracts you, this promise of an indescribable pleasure that awaits you. You are ready to lose yourself in this obscenity, to let yourself be devoured by the burning passion that binds you to them.

Heeseung steps closer then, his eyes dark with desire fixed on you, his gaze trailing over the sweat that beads on your neck, glistening in the strobe light like an irresistible nectar. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, his deep voice filled with vulgar promises that resonate in every corner of your troubled mind. Before you can react, he grabs your chin with a firm hand, his authoritative touch leaving you speechless, and dives towards your throat, biting your tender skin with hungry passion.

The delicious pain of his bite sets you ablaze, forcing you to let out another moan, a sound that mixes pleasure and pain, a primal scream that echoes in the hot air of the club. His teeth leave a mark, an imprint of his insatiable desire, and then he licks the bruised skin, his hot tongue sliding over your flesh, erasing the pain to leave only a wave of pleasure.

His fingers venture under your dress, brushing the bare skin of your thigh with cruel gentleness, each caress making you shudder with desire. “Fuck, you smell so good, I could eat you raw,” he says with a predatory smile, his words laden with voracious need, as if he wanted to devour you entirely.

Your mind races, every sensation amplified, every touch making the fire rise inside you. The heat of his body mixes with the tension in the air, and you feel trapped between anxiety and desire. Every movement, every caress becomes an irresistible call to let go, to abandon all restraint.

Your legs begin to weaken under the weight of their suffocating desire, and you feel that your moans are no longer provocations, but involuntary responses to every caress, every obscene word. They feel it too. They know you are theirs.

“Okay, stop playing,” Jay growls, his voice resonating like an inescapable order. He grabs your wrist with a brutal firmness, yanking you towards him, crushing you against his muscular chest. The heat of his body envelops you, and you feel your heart racing with the pressure of this proximity. “Enough of this fucking dancing. You’re ours now, and you’re going to love every damn moment of it.”

His hands slide over your ass, squeezing with a possessive force that makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal that sets you aflame. Then, in a burst of dominance, he spanks you, the resounding sound echoing like thunder in the warm air of the club. The sharp pain instantly mixes with delectable pleasure, making you moan in surprise. He pulls your dress up with disconcerting impetuosity, revealing your already soaked panties, and his gaze lights up with a greedy glow. A vulgar laugh escapes his lips, seeing how ready you are already to give in. “Look at that. She’s dying for it,” he exclaims, his voice filled with disdain and desire.

The world around you fades away as the intensity of his gaze takes over. Shame and excitement intertwine in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You are reduced to a mere object of desire, exposed for all to see, and yet, every caress of his hands, every movement, makes you feel a forbidden pleasure that consumes you.

“You want to be taken, huh?” Jay murmurs, his breath hot against your face, unsettling you even more. His fingers slip under the lace of your panties, caressing your skin with unbridled audacity, exploring your intimacy as if it were his right. “You want to be devoured, to become our toy, don’t you?”

His provocative tone sends you into a frenzy, and you feel a shiver of pleasure slide down your spine. The feel of his hand on your skin makes you lose all sense of reality. You're caught in a vice of desire, submissive to his will, and you realize that no matter how hard you try to fight it, a part of you really wants to give in and give in to this filth.

As the club echoes with pulsating music and laughter, you know you have fallen prey to their darkest desires, ready to surrender to the debauchery and pleasure they are willing to offer you.

Jake laughs at you, his smile full of mischief. “You want us to take you there, huh? Make you scream, fuck you until you don’t know where you are. Say it, little slut.” His voice is a bittersweet whisper, laden with a raw desire that makes you shudder. He steps closer, his eyes searching your body’s every reaction, waiting for you to submit to his words, to confess what you truly desire.

The air around you is electric, and every word he speaks undresses you mentally. His piercing gaze leaves no room for escape, locking you in this obscene world where each second brings you a little closer to total surrender. You know he is ready to push you to the limit, to make you taste the darkest ecstasy.

The thrill of the forbidden creeps into you, and the temptation to respond to his provocation becomes unbearable. Every muscle in your body is tense, vibrating to the rhythm of this unquenchable desire. It's as if, at that moment, all you've ever wanted is to be possessed, to give in to this obscenity that eats away at you from the inside.

“Come on, you little slut,” he insists, his raspy voice full of a mix of defiance and promise. “Let me hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“No, you’re not, you asshole,” you blurt out, your voice shaking, betraying the mix of defiance and desire that’s burning inside you. You try to pull away from him reluctantly, but every movement seems futile against the intensity of his gaze. The distance only heightens the adrenaline that pulses through your veins, reminding you of how fascinating you are, how dangerous he is.

Jake steps closer, his smile widening as he interprets your resistance as a challenge. “Oh, really?” he says, his voice thick with mockery. “Then why does your body react like that? Why do you tremble at the mere thought of being taken?”

He blocks your path, his massive body creating a barrier between you and the exit, and you feel the heat radiating off him, wrapping around your skin like a too-warm blanket. The tension between you is palpable, almost suffocating, and you realize that every word he speaks only draws you further into his lewd game.

You open your mouth to answer, but this time, Jake doesn't give you time. In an imperious gesture, he roughly plunges his fingers under your panties, immediately discovering your clitoris, which he begins to rub with brutal insistence. The sensation is so intense that you cry out in surprise, arching your back instinctively, trying to escape this wave of unleashed pleasure that invades you.

Every movement of his fingers on your sensitive skin is both torture and delight, a play of light and shadow that makes you lose all control. Your moans escape your lips, flooding the air with a sound you can't contain. It's a mixture of excitement and shame, an unspoken revelation of your burning desire, and you realize how much you already are at his mercy.

The other club members, indifferent or fascinated, become silent spectators of your submission. Each finger stroke, each caress, seems to amplify the irresistible need to let yourself go, to lose yourself in this ocean of obscene pleasure.

Jake's smile stretches across his face as he increases the pressure of his fingers, delving deeper into your intimacy. You know you're at his mercy, that you've become his plaything in this dance of debauchery. Shame grips you, but the excitement of abandonment consumes you, carrying you to heights you never dared to imagine.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sunghoon growled, his teeth clenched as if every word was a challenge. His hands, greedy and possessive, slowly moved up your body, stopping at your breasts, which he grabbed roughly through the fabric of your dress. The softness of the silk only exacerbated the contrast of his brutal gestures. “She likes it, that little bitch. She loves being touched like this.”

There wasn't an ounce of delicacy in his movements. His fingers, ardent and possessive, pinched your nipples through the fabric, twisting them with a force that made you shiver with pleasure and pain. Each squeeze, each twist, made you moan louder, a sound you couldn't hold back. You felt the excitement vibrate throughout your body, making you vulnerable under his dominating gaze.

“Look at how she reacts,” he continued, his voice filled with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your skin, his heat against your sensitive flesh. His words were like lewd caresses, worming their way into your mind, forcing you to abandon all resistance. He revelled in your reaction, in the way your body arched towards him, thirsting for his touch.

Sunghoon’s hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach, tracing hot paths through the fabric. He wasn’t just touching you, he was claiming every inch of your skin as if he was the only one who had the right to make you feel this way. His fingers explored your curve, lingering for a moment too long, and drawing a moan from you that you hadn’t been able to control.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his inky eyes staring into yours with an intensity that burned through you. The lust, the possessiveness, all mingled in the air thick with electric tension. He knew you were his, all his, and that knowledge made you swoon even more.

The sensations mixed together, carrying you away in a whirlwind of dark desire. His hands, so firm and sure, made you forget everything else, plunging you into a world where only his will mattered. You were nothing more than a doll in his hands, ready to be molded according to his deepest desires.

Heeseung, still glued to your neck, whispers in a husky voice against your skin, a disturbing heat emanating from his breath. “Tell us how much you want us. Beg for us to take you.” His words slide over your flesh, causing shivers to run through you. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the heat of his body, envelops your senses and makes you lose all sense of control.

His warm breath caresses your ear, making your heart beat faster, while his lips brush your skin, leaving behind a trail of arousal. The way he speaks to you, so possessive, electrifies you. You feel a mixture of desire and submission pouring through you, making you vulnerable with every syllable he utters.

“I know you want this,” he continues, his low voice laced with dark promise. “I can feel your body shaking. You want to be taken, don’t you?” He moves closer, forcing you to feel his body against yours, his muscles tense and ready to swallow you.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you realize that every word he says sounds like an order, a command that you are irresistibly drawn to. The tension in the air is palpable, like a thread ready to snap.

“Go ahead,” he insists, his dark gaze locked with yours, full of desire and defiance. “Beg us. Show us how much you need it.”

His raspy, almost hypnotic voice makes you waver between rebellion and surrender. In this moment, you are nothing more than the echo of his desires, ready to give him everything he wants. The words burn your lips, and as you realize the depth of your desire, a sigh escapes your mouth, a murmur of submission that you can no longer hold back.

“I… I want you,” you confess, your voice trembling but full of truth. Each word a cry of desperation, a plea for passion. “I’m begging you… take me.”

He smiles, a dark, satisfied smile, knowing he's broken your resistance. The promise of what's to come shimmers in the air, and you know he won't let you escape, not now.

Masterlist

ONE-SHOTS

—> 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

Masterlist

ONE-SHOTS

—> 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

Masterlist

ONE-SHOTS

—> 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

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.

Masterlist

ONE-SHOTS

—> 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

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.