Bound by their Punishment
Oneshot: Fem! Reader x Masked Officer x Frontman/Hwang In-Ho
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LBH Masterlist / PHS Masterlist
Warnings: Fingering, They both fuck you at the same time, P n V, Anal, degradation, Possessive! Masked Officer, Possessive! Frontman/Hwang In-Ho, Creampie, MDNI.
Word Count: 1149
Author’s Notes: Hell yeah! I finally wrote a fic with y/n and inficer! This was a bit too much for me since I haven’t really wrote a fic with a two characters railing the reader…..
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"You think you can play us like fools?"
The Frontman’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he circled you like a predator stalking its prey. His gloved hand gripped your chin, forcing your gaze upward to meet his masked face. Behind him, the Masked Officer stood with his arms crossed, his posture radiating menace.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "I didn’t—"
"Silence," the Frontman hissed, his voice cutting through your feeble protest. His grip tightened, and you winced, your body trembling under his control. "You knew the rules. And yet, you thought you could cheat, deceive, manipulate."
The Masked Officer stepped forward, his boots clicking ominously against the cold, sterile floor. "We don’t tolerate liars," he said, his voice eerily calm. "And liars… deserve to be punished."
You tried to pull back, but the Frontman’s grip was unyielding. "Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible. But your plea fell on deaf ears. The two men exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them.
"You belong to us now," the Frontman said, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Every inch of you. Every drop of you. And we’re going to make sure you never forget it."
Before you could protest further, the Masked Officer moved behind you, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force. The Frontman stepped closer, his body pressing against yours, his breath hot against your neck.
"You’re ours," he whispered, his voice a dangerous blend of possession and desire. "And we’re going to claim every part of you."
—
It had started with a simple bet, a reckless gamble born of desperation. You’d thought you could outsmart them, exploit the rules of the game to your advantage. But you’d underestimated them—both of them. The Frontman, with his cold, calculating demeanor. The Masked Officer, with his silent, unwavering loyalty. They’d seen through your lies, your deceit, and now… now you were paying the price.
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. You’d been dragged here, stripped of your dignity, your pride, your clothes. They’d left you exposed, vulnerable, kneeling before them as they loomed over you like gods ready to mete out their divine punishment.
The Frontman reached for the zipper of his uniform, his movements deliberate, unhurried. The sound of it sliding down echoed in the silence, amplifying the tension in the room. Beneath the uniform, he was every bit as imposing as his outward appearance suggested—broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and a cock that was already half-hard, twitching with anticipation.
The Masked Officer followed suit, shedding his uniform with practiced ease. His body was leaner, but no less formidable, his cock thick and heavy, bobbing against his thigh as he stepped closer.
"You’re going to take us both," the Frontman said, his voice a low rumble. "Every inch. And you’re going to thank us for it."
You opened your mouth to protest, but the words died in your throat as the Masked Officer’s hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back sharply. His masked face loomed above you, his breath hot against your lips. "Don’t fight it," he murmured.
"You know you want this."
And the terrifying thing was… you did.
The Frontman’s fingers slid between your thighs, parting your folds with a rough, almost clinical precision. You gasped as he found your clit, already swollen and aching, and began to circle it with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with disdain and arousal.
"Already wet for us. You’re pathetic."
His words should have shamed you, but instead, they only fueled the fire burning in your core. You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.
The Masked Officer’s grip on your hair tightened as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Beg for it," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "Beg for us to fuck you."
You hesitated, your pride warring with the desire coursing through your veins. But when the Frontman’s fingers slid inside you, curling just right to hit that spot that made your vision blur, your resolve crumbled.
"Please," you gasped, your voice trembling. "Please, fuck me."
The Frontman smirked, a cruel twist of his lips. "Good girl."
He withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and yearning, before gripping your hips and pulling you toward him. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, and you braced yourself, your body trembling with anticipation.
He didn’t make you wait. With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you to the hilt, your body stretching to accommodate him. You cried out, the sensation overwhelming—pain and pleasure mingling in a dizzying rush.
The Frontman groaned, his hips snapping forward as he began to fuck you with slow, deliberate strokes. "So tight," he muttered, his voice strained.
"Always so tight for me."
The Masked Officer released your hair, his hands sliding down to grip your shoulders. He positioned himself behind you, his cock pressing against your other entrance, and you whimpered, your body clenching in anticipation.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the coldness of his mask. "You’re going to take us both."
You tried to obey, but when he pushed inside, the stretch was unbearable. You gasped, your body trembling as he slowly worked himself inside you, inch by torturous inch.
The Frontman’s thrusts slowed, allowing your body to adjust, his fingers gripping your hips almost painfully. "Feel that?" he growled.
"Feel how full you are? How completely we own you?"
You could only nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps as they began to move in tandem, their cocks sliding in and out of you in a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating.
The sensations were overwhelming—the stretch, the friction, the heat of their bodies surrounding you. You felt like you were being torn apart, and yet, you’d never felt more complete.
"You belong to us," the Frontman growled, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Say it."
"I—I belong to you," you gasped, your voice breaking as the Masked Officer’s cock hit a spot inside you that made your vision blur.
"Again," the Masked Officer demanded, his voice harsh.
"I belong to you!" you cried, your body trembling as the pleasure began to crest, your orgasm building with every thrust.
The Frontman groaned, his hips slamming into yours as he finally reached his own peak, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled his seed. The Masked Officer followed moments later, his grip on your shoulders tightening as he came with a low, guttural groan.
You were left trembling, your body still twitching with aftershocks as they withdrew, their seed spilling from you, marking you as theirs.
The Frontman leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Remember this," he murmured.
"You’re ours. Forever."
And as you lay there, spent and trembling, you knew he was right.
