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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
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.
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"is your girlfriend single?" ☆ enha hyungs
☆ youtuber! non-idol! bf! enhypen hyung line x fem! reader ☆ summary: when your youtuber boyfriend finally shows you for the first time to his audience. ☆ genre: fluff, jealous and whipped boys... kinda dumb lol ☆ warning(s)? no! just fluff!! and attempts at humor :( ☆ reblogs and comments are appreciated :D also not proofread lol
maknae ver.
heeseung ☆
i like to think that hee would be a gaming youtuber
posts maybe like once or twice a week, has about 3 million subs
he sometimes likes to stream, just to get to know his fanbase better and to just hang out
normally he texts you to let you know abt it, but today he totally forgot
you came home from work and you saw his office door closed + heard the sound of his loud ass keyboard clicking.... my guy beats that shit UP atp
that was normal tbh
you were probably like "my little keyboard warrior ❤️" and went to go wash up in your shared bathroom and bedroom
you were going to just pop into his office, say hi and maybe give him a kiss
meanwhile... heeseung is taking a break from gaming, just talking to the chat
he definitely didn't notice you coming home... probably bc of that bigass head set that's creating a fucking valley in his skull... (btw have u seen those videos where gamers take off their headphones and they have a dent on their head 😭)
anyways you open the door, ready to say hi, but heeseung is visibly surprised, looking like a deer in headlights
you look at him, then at the back of his monitor, then back at him, then at his monitor
"should i come back another time...?"
hee's already taking off his headphones, leaning back into his gaming chair--
"no no no!" he grins, glancing at the chat, which is now blowing up
"who is that?"
"yooooo"
"HEESEUNG IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?"
"gf reveal?"
"she sounds so pretty"
heeseung pats his lap, "cmere, baby, i wanna introduce you to the stream"
of course you comply <3
you take a seat on his lap, his arms slithering around your waist
it takes you a moment to take in what's on his screen: obv there's your reflections, then the chat boxes and announcement pop-ups
the way that the blue-purple light of his screen reflects onto your skin, casting a glassy gleam over your eyes-- and the way that your pretty eyes look at the monitor so curiously, lips parted ever-so-slightly-- made you look SO beautiful
heeseung himself has to angle his head in a way so that he could see your face properly.... and a soft grin unknowingly began to spread over his lips
he presses a soft kiss to the crook behind your ear, before looking back up at the stream
"hey guys," there's a clear smile in his voice, "this is my girlfriend, [name]."
you take that as your queue to introduce yourself
honestly, you're a little shy and softer-spoken now, bc you're not in front of a camera nearly as often as your boyfriend is, "hi.. i'm [name], and... uhm..." you give the webcam a clumsy, awkward (but very cute) smile, "i'm hee's girlfriend"
the chat blows up immediately
"SHE'S SO CUTE"
"i've never seen heeseung look so soft"
"[name] you're so pretty :)"
"this might actually be one of the most beautiful women i've ever seen im not joking guys"
"chat is she real... bc why is she actually GLOWING oh my lord🧎🧎🧎"
those comments make you a lil shy and bashful, and you feel your cheeks kinda warm
you just giggle reading them, unable to contain your smile
heeseung, on the other hand, is feeling prideful
"that's right, guys," he squeezes your waist, puffing his chest out, "my girlfriend is so beautiful" "i know i'm so lucky to have such a wonderful woman as my girlfriend"
he's overjoyed by all the compliments you're getting... it makes him so happy that he can show you off and that everyone gets to see that YOURE his gf
in fact, he's reading a lot of them aloud, and following it up with "i agree with you"
like he'll read "'[name] is absolutely stunning, like wow..." and heeseung nods and is like "i agree with you, xXdragontittysucker23Xx 🤓☝️"
but then a comment stops him in his tracks...
"heeseung is your girlfriend single by any chance?"
his face drops immediately
"hey... who in the chat asked if [name] is single?!"
he's actually offended, putting a dramatic hand on his chest and scoffing
"how rude!" heeseung pouts against your shoulder when even more of his viewers begin saying similar things
"[name] are you free this weekend"
"hi [name] (i'm 6'2 and drive a lamborghini and save orphans every weekend)"
"heeseung get out i'm trying to have a moment with your girlfriend"
you're actually such a cutie, becuase you're just giggling as more and more comments come trying to rizz you up
"what do you have to say for yourself?" heeseung asks you half-sulkily and half-defensive, pushing his face into your neck and pouting
your eyes glimmer with a little mischief, wanting to tease your boyfriend a little bit
"i mean... " you pretend to think
and then someone named jungkooksleftpinkytoe562 says in chat "please [name] i'll rock your world so hard just one chance"
you laugh
"jungkooksleftpinkytoe562, i'm free tomorrow at 5, you should take me out on a date" and you wink playfully and laugh again
chat blows up like
"WOAHHHH"
"AYOOO????"
but if there's anyone that's scandalized, it's heeseung lee himself
"HEY! HEY! WHAT?!!?!" he's squinting and scrolling so fast in the chat to find jungkooksleftpinkytoe562 that you can hear the scroll-wheel oh my god
"you guys better back off," heeseung says, pulling you even closer. he presses a kiss against your shoulder, then gently clutching your face to kiss your chin, "she's mine!"
heeseung's eyes narrow, "especially you, jungkooksleftpinkytoe562..." your bf gives you a quick peck on the lips, "i'll kick your ass if i see you flirting w my girlfriend again >:("
im gonna be fr... none of his viewers care
in fact they keep flirting with you
and the fact that you keep playfully flirting back adds fuel to heeseung's flames
but he'd never blame you <3
he's pouty after the stream lol (but he knows it's all in good fun) so kiss his cute lil pouty lips
i think this definitely goes viral on twitter
like #[name] or #heesgf trends for a good 48 hours
jay ☆
my guy is a cooking channel
i think jay would try to be more private abt his personal life to his viewers, just given the nature of his content
though, it's no secret that jay has a s/o to his viewers, and i think they'd know your name
but yk how at the end of cooking videos, after the chef cooks, they try the food...
i think in a few of his videos, there's clips of you and him trying his food, but while jay is usually in-frame, you're either behind the camera or just barely in the frame so that most people have really only heard your voice and seen your hands
the comments are usually tame, like
"[name]'s voice is so pretty!"
"i want someone to look at me the way jay looks at [name]"
"my parents!"
but one day
for one of his subscriber milestone specials
let's say 2million subscriber special
jay does a cooking challenge
it's "cooking a meal but BLINDFOLDED"
he starts the video explaining the parameters of the challenge and what he's doing, etc
but then he reveals that you're behind the camera to supervise him
obv bc he's in a kitchen with ovens and knives and he's blindfolded...
throughout the video, you kind of just guide your bf
"omg jay move your hand or you'll cut your fingers off!"
"turn on the stove-- no the other way!!"
at some point, jay is cutting up onions
and normally he's a pro at it, and you never question his abilities
but because he can't see and he's using the knife so quickly, you're freaked out like "babe!!!!!! that doesn't seem safe!!! 😰😰😰"
so then behind the camera, you're heard fussing about it and it's cute lol
then you take it upon yourself to help him
you go behind him, slithering your arms around him so that your hands were places on his
you guide his hands to cut the onions slowly
"babe, i got this," jay says, but tbh he's not complaining because he gets to be close to you :D
"nonono i don't want you to die!!" you say, and it seems like you're more concentrated on cutting the onions than him
this is the first time that your face is in-frame for one of his videos lol
when you're done, jay tries to kiss your head, but he can't find you so you raise yourself on your tippy toes for him
its a quick peck but you giggle and place a kiss behind his ear
when he's done cooking his little dish, it's time to garnish and decorate it with sauce
jay's plan is to use the sauce to write "happy 2 million subscribers" on the dish
but because he's blindfolded, the writing is so fucked up
it's completely unintelligable and just a glob of sauce 😭
and then he tries to draw a dick on it but it's also super fucked 😭😭😭😭
when you see this, you burst out laughing so hard
and this makes jay laugh too
anyways the video goes up, it's very cute and well-received
now.... the youtube comments are still tame
"[name]'s laugh is so cute!"
"i screamed when she popped into frame... she's gorg"
"the way that [name] looks at jay when he's blindfolded is everything"
"[name] looks so beautiful"
but uh
it gets crazy on twitter
as it always does
"jesus fucking christ if a woman like that wrapped her arms around me and kissed me i would fall to my knees and die happily"
"jay CANNOT handle allat.... but i can!!!! me next!!"
"god... when is it my turn to have a pretty woman kiss me"
"[name] i'll treat you so well PLEASE"
i think the clip of you helping jay cut the onions kinda goes viral, just because you look so attractive doing it
like the way you popped into frame as you rolled up your sleeves and the way you smirked at jay's inability to see... ZOOWEE MAMA!!!!!
and i think this eventually makes its way onto tiktok
like pretty standard videos of ppl being like "JAY'S GIRLFRIEND HELLO???" with comments like "she's so beautiful," etc
jay honestly thinks its funny
he knows that people are joking and he sometimes actually plays along with them
he loves that people are appreciating your beauty (but he loves even more that he's the only one that actually gets you)
when you first go viral, you're kinda shy about it, but jay just pulls you close, kisses your cheek, squishing them, and says "my baby is so beautiful"
youre like "jayyyyyy stoopppp"
he only chuckles and starts to pepper your face with more kisses, despite your lil whines for him to stop
but then while you two are cuddling one night, you laying on his chest with your face in his neck
a tiktok appears on his fyp
its just some teenager being like "hi does anyone know if jay's girlfriend is single?" while showing off a black BMW in the background... and then jay's directly tagged in it
he takes this as his opportunity to strike back
he stitches that tiktok, and makes his own tiktok in response
it's just a really short video where jay shows you all snuggled up against him completely silent before he just says "No, she is not single. 😐."
the caption's like "i'm taking [name] out on a date tomorrow shhh don't tell her"
everyone thinks it's really sweet tbh
jake ☆
truthfully i think jake would be into youtube commentary
something like danny gonzalez or jarvis johnson
he looks at troom troom videos and makes fun of them lowk 😭
speaking of, troom troom or troom troom - adjacent content usually has crazy ass lifehacks
so for one of his videos jake is testing out troom troom life hacks
and for one of them, he has to drill a hole in a skateboard or something and put pasta noodles in it idk i'm pulling this out of my ass but its not surprising if this is a legitimate troom troom life hack
unlike heeseung and jay, jake's viewerbase doesn't rlly know about you
again, given the nature of his content, jake never rlly found it necessary to mention his personal relationships
anyways jake is in the middle of your living room floor drilling a hole into a skateboard and putting spaghettie in it when you come home from work and see that shit
jake is in the middle of talking to the camera but the moment the door cracks open he trails off
he gives you that smile-- the one that a puppy gives when their owner catches them doing something they shouldnt aw
when you take in the sight before you, you let out a laugh, not noticing the camera rolling
you place your things down and slink toward your boyfriend
"what's going on here, jakey?" you ask him with a cocked brow, loving the way he chuckles nervously
you crouch down beside him, poking the skateboard-spaghetti abomination with your foot
"i'm testing out troom troom life hacks" he sounds defeated lol
anyways you give him a kiss on his cheek and leave him to his own devices
in the final video, your little interruption is only like 15 seconds bc jake cut it down-- but he def keeps the part where you kiss him
HOWEVER.
because jake's audience didn't know he had a girlfriend
they were all like WOAH WHO IS THAT GORGEOUS WOMAN
a few of his fans look at who he's following on instagram, and they find your account
your ig is public, but it's definitely small and personal
they find pictures of you and jake doing cute couple things, a lot of mirror selfies, matching costumes, and cute pictures that you take of jake
but...
they also find your own personal pictures
ones of you in a bikini at the beach, ones of you with the golden sun on your face, ones showing off your outfit and hair, ones of you in the morning, ones of you being a baddie
and lets not mention jake in the ig comment sections hyping you up like a teenage boy like "YOURE SO HOT [NAME] 🔥🔥🔥🔥"
jake and you see all the comments and tweets about you
so jake decides to take it upon himself to clarify everything
he posts a picture on instagram of you and him with the caption "yes, that's my girlfriend"
safe to say that it becomes his top post LMAOAAO
his ig comments are flooded with support
"you guys are so cute"
"i'm glad to see jake have someone that he loves"
etc
YOUR ig comment section on the other hand?
flooded with support
and thirst
HELP
his fans are respectful but they REALLY love to compliment you
"woahhh you look so good in this one!"
"gorgeous 😍"
"[name] will you marry me?"
but i do think a few are outright insane omg
"[name] you're my sunshine in the ran, the tylenol when i'm in pain, when it's burning hot on summer days you're exactly what i need"
i think they pull out poetic shit omg
like shit like
"the memory of you is a tapestry I had decided to wrap myself in until it suffocated me, to such extent that in the morning, people will not find my body, but a new silhouette woven within its threads"
"there is a city in my heart where you are its only population"
"if i could remake universe, i would replace you as the moon amongst the stars after your time, so i may gaze upon you every night"
jake is NEVER escaping
you appreciate the hype
but jakey?
he loves that you're being appreciate but YOU'RE HIS
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY DO THEY THINK THEY HAVE A CHANCE W U
"jakey they're just being nice"
"no they're trying to STEAL YOU"
like a day later he posts a picture of you on his instagram with the caption "she's mine btw"
his comments DO NOT CARE 😭😭😭
when someone comments
"jake is your gf single and can i take her out on a date"
jake straight up responds
"NO."
what a cutie
sunghoon ☆
i actually don't think sunghoon would be a YOUTUBER youtuber
instead i think he'd be a famous ice skater, but he has YOUTUBE interviews and is active on social media
definitely the type of athlete that's very personable
like sunghoon is def in touch with his fanbase and interacts with them on twt and stuff
his fanbase knows that he has a gf, but that's basically the limit
anyways sunghoon is doing one of those "WIRED answered the web's most searched questions"
you're actually in the studio with him during the interview, kinda there for support
the questions are tame like
"sunghoon park height" "sunghoon park winter olympics 2018" "where was sunghoon park born" etc
sunghoon's killing it
until one of the last questions on the board is "does sunghoon park have a girlfriend?"
he immediately lights up
"i do have a girlfriend!" he says, looking off-set at you, "her name's [name] and she's the most beautiful woman i've ever met"
you chuckle quietly at his comment, flashing him a pretty smile
sunghoon continues- "she's actually here with me today" and he points to you, making the cameraman pan over to you, who is sitting off the set
you just give the camera a thumbs up
you thought that would be the end, but sunghoon asks, "baby, do you want to do this interview with me?"
ofc you agree
he makes u sit on his lap lol even when the camera crew is bringing another chair for you
instead of answer more questions sunghoon just talks about your relationship the entire time
he's giving an entire history lecture about your relationship
you don't say much, but you listen to him intently
when this interview goes up
a lot of his fans make edits of it
sunghoon is already known as a quiet typa guy, but when he talks for like 2 minutes straight about your relationship everyones like "oh god this guy really likes his girlfriend 😭"
in fact
the official interview cuts down sunghoon's tangent about you to 2 minutes, when the original clip was actually 10 minutes
i like to believe that WIRED released an uncut version of his tangent 😭
his fans make short edit videos like "sunghoon being whipped for [name]" or "sunghoon really likes his gf"
i think his fans also make edits of YOU
even though you're honestly in a very short clip of his interview
the way you look at him and listen so intently is SO GOOD
like you were definitely giving him 'the look' as he talked abt your relationship yk?
that once-over, maybe a little lip bite, MMMMM SO GOOD
now....
ik i said that heeseung was the keyboard warrior but like... i think sunghoon is the real one
he's out here fighting BATTLES with his keyboard oml
when stan twitter sees this.... sunghoon starts to fight them
there's tweets like
"the more i listen to sunghoon talk about his gf i more i feel like i'm falling for her"
"the woman that you are, [name]..."
"when she looks at the camera i feel shy"
"omg SHE WANTS ME"
sunghoon gets petty OH MY GOD
he responds to all the tweets about you
like
"she does not want you 😐." "you have no chance with her. 😐." "too bad she's mine 😇"
it's def in a playful joking way and it's really funny, but sunghoon is out here defending your honor
i think at some point sunghoon stops responding with words and just begins responding with pictures
someone tweets "sunghoon is your gf single"
and he straight up just responds with a picture of him staring blankly at the camera
LIKE HE'S DRILLING HOLES THROUGH THE CAMERA WITH HIS EYES
an absolute cutie if i do say so myself
on valentines day he posts a picture of him holding your hand to be extra petty lol
maknae ver.