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Toxic

enhypen hyung line x school bully!reader [afab]

genre: smut

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

w/c: ~8.k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I handled it,” Sunghoon mumbles. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She bought those votes,” Jay insists. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then let her,” Jay suggests. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Bingo.” 

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

“Next Friday,” Sunghoon says. 

“Next Friday it is.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You whimper, utterly trapped. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Listen to that fucking pussy,” Heeseung laughs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unknown Number: it’s sunghoon

Unknown Number: turn around, princess

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

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

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

Unknown Number: its heeseung

Unknown Number: [video attached]

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

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

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

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

taglist: @ducksstolemybread @raeofsnshne @pockettwinzz @emi-en @lilyuwon @oddracha @skzenhalove @heeshlove @nyfwyeonjun

- random bf!jongho texts

warnings: cursing, some are very suggestive

bom note: sorry i’ve been in such a jongho mood lately. it’s my ribo blood

you accidentally confess that you like seonghwa

tw: crying, swearing, anxiety, the reader is going through it for a hot minute there

an: sorry guys, i got way too excited after coming up with just one thought about this series and immediately wrote it (they did eventually get to make the lego set in case you guys are wondering)(but not after some tears were shed and a slight interruption from the boys coming home and finding you guys cuddled up together) and thank you to my lovely 🧸anon for requesting an ateez version of my little series<3

if you like what you see and want to read more, you can find that here!

and as always, don’t be a stranger!

I know I made one follow up post but I decided to make one more since when I looked at Twitter I was reminded of a few images and a more recent one.

Going back to the wither roses and who Karl is often found with them, we have seen them when Karl wasn’t around, of course they appeared near L’manberg but, there was also one in the Syndicate base:

Of course it might just be a choice of decoration but there is more. When Hannah returned to the server and went to her house and found it covered in blood vines the roses around her house had changed too, they were all white.

and in the latest Tales From The SMP poster what do we see near the crown? :

A wither rose and a white flower.

And that’s kinda it! If I think of anything else I’ll be sure to add it but ya thanks for looking at my ramble!

I think it’s pretty safe to say that Foolish isn’t the mysterious 5th member of the Antarctic Syndicate, Harpocrates purely because of how Phil and him interacted. Which leaves a few candidates mainly: Dream (because him and Techno have worked together in the past), Puffy (Because of her hatred for the egg), Hannah (because of her association with roses) or Callahan (because he never talks and could keep secrets).

Personally I don’t think it will be Hannah or Puffy since when Techno talked about who it was he used ‘he’. So looking at the male members I don’t believe it could be: George, Sapnap, Sam, Jack, Connor, Vikk, Lazar, Charlie, Eret, HBomb or Purpled purely because of the lack of solid evidence.

However looking back at who Harpocrates is [god of silence and secrets in religion] and how he is symbolised [symbol is a rose] makes me think there is a possibility of him being Karl. In Tales From The SMP when Karl is in the Inbetween there are always Wither Roses also he has been shown to keep secrets close to his chest even from Sapnap and Quackity who are his fiancés.

Feel free to talk about you’re ideas I like reading them (you’re all really funny sometimes!) and if I end up being wrong then it is what it is.

EDIT: FOLLOW UP post about Karl’s connection to Kinoko Kingdom

Had to go back and watch Eret’s plot stream (cause new medication is a bitch and I passed the fuck out) and holy fuck. We got Foolish and Eret lore?!

You know what that means... I’m gonna go crazy and make bullshit suggestions/theories! (Give me like an hour :) )

so weak.

cw: tickling, fluff, gender neutral reader

summary: zoro tickles you. that's it that's the post sjfkj. just a short lil fluff fic based on my ler!zoro headcanon that i had to get out of my system!

“Oi. I’m talking to you.”

You’re snapped out of your stupor when a heavy hand grabs the back of your neck. Strong fingers gently press into the sides and wiggle slightly, causing you to scrunch your shoulders and shriek in an embarrassingly loud pitch. You'd been zoning out while wandering around the ship near the crow's nest, and once again the moss-headed swordsman has gotten the jump on you. You hadn't realized he was right next to you, nor did you hear whatever the hell he just said. Not until it was too late.

“Zoro! Stoooop!”

You can’t shake off his iron grip and resign yourself to squirming in place. Your laughter picks up when he starts poking your side in random spots while he’s got you trapped. You try blocking his hands, but he manages to sneak his fingers through despite your efforts. He scoffs at your plight, but there’s a hint of a smile on his voice as he teases you.

“Quit leaving yourself wide open.”

“I’m not!!” you whine through your laughter.

It’s the second time today that Zoro’s done this little sneak attack. You didn’t know why the brooding swordsman was so fascinated by this little game of yours, especially since he didn’t come across as the playful type. He pretended like he didn’t know what he was doing, but you always noticed the glint in his eyes while he listened to you laugh and how the corners of his lips would curl up with amusement.

“Why do you always do that?” you whine when he finally stops and lets you go.

“Do what?” he pokes your side again, reigniting your laughter. 

“That!”

He scoffs and leans against the wall, crossing his arms with eyes closed. 

“You’re so damn jumpy all the time. Just relax.”

“Why don't you relax, you jerk!"

You can tell he’s trying to force back a smile, and it’s driving you mad. You couldn’t figure him out at all. He’d brazenly touch you, then back off like nothing happened. What was his deal?

You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. You wait until you think he's dropped his guard and lunge forward, going for his sides like a heat seeking missile. But he grabs your hands midair before you can get far, opening his one good eye. He warns you in a deep, gravelly voice.

“Too slow.”

He holds both of your wrists in front of you with one hand and pokes your ribs with the other. They’re gentle prods that tickle like hell no matter where he touches. And even though you’re struggling with all your might to get away, there’s no escaping his grasp. This guy was strong as hell. Your wrists barely budge even though you’re pulling them as hard as you can.

“Nooo! Don't do it!!”

His smirk grows wider as he tortures you with soft pinches on your waist, jumping from one side to another at random so you can't brace yourself at all. Sick bastard was getting some kind of twisted pleasure out of it. He watches as you thrash around, only speaking to mock you and further your embarrassment.

“Hmph. You’re telling me that this is all I gotta do to take you down? Pathetic.”

“Sh… shut up…!!”

It goes on for a few minutes before he finally lets up. Zoro releases your wrists while donning a smug grin, ignoring the angry look you’re giving him and returning to his laid back position resting against the wall.

“You’re so mean!” you frown.

He scoffs again. “And you’re weak.”

Cocky bastard. You could smack him! 

“If I’m so weak, then you better protect me!” you cross your arms and pout.

He pauses, the teasy comments disappearing along with his little smirk. So much time passes that you start to wonder if he was going to respond at all. You wonder what's going through that thick skull of his, if there were even any thoughts occupying his mind at the moment. Then, after several long moments of silence, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest in a surprisingly affectionate gesture.

His next words are spoken softly, so that only you and the vast blue sea can hear.

“Yeah, yeah… I will. I promise.”

I AM GOING FERAL

Holy fuck this looks crunchy