tired!higuruma who at first, admittedly, feels bad about letting you do all the work for him.
tired!higuruma who’s (unexpectedly) incredibly turned on by body worship from you.
tired!higuruma who hesitates when you tell him to lay back and relax as you lovingly undress him like he’s to be savored.
tired!higuruma who eventually lets you take control and relishes in the tension relief that comes alongside it.
tired!higuruma who gets a little flustered, throwing an arm over his face when you point out how pent up he is.
tired!higuruma whose hips stutter up into your palm whenever you whisper sweet praise into his ear.
tired!higuruma who’s practically eating out of your hand by the time his release is just right there, whimpering, “oh, fuck, please— please, i’m so close, baby…”
tired!higuruma who shudders when he goes over the edge, staining your hand with cum and your mind with the sight of him trembling under you.
tired!higuruma who wouldn’t mind giving you power over him again.
Omg Leviathan loves sucking your tits. He’s jerked off to so much hentai with nipple-sucking scenes that the second he actually gets to do it in real life, his brain short-circuits.
He loves sucking while you’re both in bed under the covers. Will bury his face between your tits and stay there, alternating nipples, sometimes sucking one while his tail sneaks down between your legs.
Jotaro who loves to go on and on about his research on small plankton to big whales while your head lies in his lap, eyes drifting off.
Jotaro loves to come behind his pretty wife, taking in the perfectly crafted scent he's known for years while she cooks dinner.
Jotaro who isn't a big fan of PDA, but if it's for you, he'll gently place his hands on your waist or snake his arm around your waist.
Jotaro, who freezes at night when you take all the covers to avoid waking you and ends up pulling you closer for extra warmth.
Jotaro, who was known for his stoic and nonchalant energy, melts a little when he sees his cute little wife hum to songs on the radio while you make breakfast, your apron twirling as you turn around.
Jotaro, who loves to please you, flicking his tongue up and down your clit, his large hands holding your thighs open as you squirm.
Jotaro loves to push his pretty wife's head into the pillow while he pounds in and out, whispering lovingly into your ear. His hand tangles between the locks of your hair, sweat dripping off his perfectly crafted abs. His black curls stick to his forehead as he lets out one final grunt before whispering, "I love you."
Tags: Riddle, Trey, Cater, Leona, and Ruggie x gn!reader
Warnings: Sexual content, semi-public masturbation
AN: Did just Heartslyabul and Savanaclaw in this, I might do the others if the people demand it. Also if anyone’s wondering why I’m posting so often I wrote too many at once and now I have way too many drafts and they’re getting cluttered so I’m sending stuff out like crazy.
NSFW CONTENT AHEAD, MINORS DNI!
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Riddle
- Riddle’s in a lecture when the messages go through. Normally, he’d never even think to check his phone during class, keeping it tucked at the bottom of his bag with silent mode turned on. But in this specific instance, he had had to search something up involving the lecture, his fingers deftly typing along the search bar when the banner popped down. As he was flicking it away to check later, he accidentally clicked it, and your chat opened up, revealing several pictures of you in risqué positions.
- He instinctually slams his phone face first onto his thigh, face burning up. Riddle is the furthest from being able to control his facial expressions, especially during moments of extreme emotion, and as such, he’s beet red from the moment he sees the photos.
- The rest of the class is spent in a shaky haze, and he’s barely able to focus on the Professor’s words, his mind wandering at every turn to the photos you’d sent. He manages to reign in the growing boner in his pants, willing himself to think of absolutely anything else, and somehow drags himself through that class with at least a handful of notes taken. The second they’re dismissed he’s out of there in an instant, making his way through the halls and over to Ramshackle, intent to confront you for your misdeeds posthaste.
- He’s livid when he arrives, face red as he lectures you on the importance of class time and the utter irresponsibility you portrayed in sending him such images when you knew how it would affect him. He shuts up quite quickly though when you get on your knees, unzipping his pants and taking him in your mouth. A few bobs of your throat and he’s already forgotten why he was upset in the first place.
“I- mmph, just d-don’t do it again. Hah, don’t stop, p-please.”
Trey
- Trey’s in the Science Club room when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He’d finished up his experimentation for the day and was walking around the room, offering advice and assisting his fellow clubmates as they needed it. After a particularly arduous round of titrations, he’d found himself leaning against the back counter by the sinks, cooling off when he’d felt the buzz.
- He pulled out his phone, noticing the message from you and smiled to himself, opening it. Expecting something cute, he’s shocked to see the photos you sent, jaw dropping slightly as he fumbles with his phone, clicking off the power button with shaky fingers and clutching it to his chest. Frantically, Trey glances around to see if anyone else spotted him, or his phone, and when it seems the rest of the room was too busy with their experiments to notice the flush growing on their clubmates’ face, he hurriedly rushes back to his station.
- The effect is immediate. Your face, the way your body looked in those shots, he can’t get it out of his mind even if he tried. He can feel himself growing hard in his pants, praying the labcoat is long enough to hide the bulge forming. Fumbling with his labcoat, he excuses himself out of the club room ten minutes before it’s over, choking out some excuse about finishing up an assignment or whatnot before hurrying out of there.
- He’s in the nearest bathroom stall before he can think, pants pushed down to his knees and shirt pulled up into his mouth as he works himself, using his precum as lubrication to stroke himself faster. He cums faster than he expected, head thrown back against the wall and gasps muffled by the shirt, making a mess all over his hand and stomach.
- He takes a moment to snap a photo of his current state before sending it to you, muttering out a voice message to attach to it before cleaning himself up. He’ll make sure you pay for this later, you wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night.
“Gotta say, I liked what I- ah- saw. Fuck, you’re gonna pay for this baby.”
Cater
- Cater’s snapping pictures of himself by one of the nice, big windows in the school when he hears the little “ding” of your notification. His class had been cancelled, so he’d decided on the only logical solution: going up to the big gorgeous window view near the top of the school to take selfies. It was quite empty at this time of day, the occasional one or two students making their way up the many flights of stairs for whatever purpose they may have up there.
- He pauses between shots, leaning back against the railing and opening your messages, nearly dropping his phone when he spots the pictures you’d sent. Once he’s regained his bearing he opens them up, letting out a soft giggle under his breath as he zooms in and examines them with the hungry gaze of a man scrolling food reels during a diet.
- He can feel his pants tightening, the neediness gripping his mind to where common sense seems to elude him. Glancing around, he makes his way over to one of the empty lecture rooms nearby, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it before pressing the call button.
- Your voice on the other end is a tone of knowing tease, his pants unzipped and one hand fisting his cock while the other holds his phone up to his ear, your words urging him closer to the edge. He whimpers, biting his lip to keep as quiet as possible as he cums, legs shaking as he slides down onto the floor to catch his breath.
“A-ah yeah, o-oh Sevens say that again for me babe. Fuck- hah- I’m so close.”
Leona
- Leona was napping in the greenhouse when you sent the pictures, completely missing them as they went in. The weather had been nice in the afternoon, the peaking sun heating the space up to such a perfect warmth that he couldn’t resist taking a little nap. He’d silenced his phone before he did, assuring nothing could interrupt him.
- It took another half an hour for him to wake up, checking his phone bleary eyed as he did and opening the notifications from you. His eyes widen slightly as he opens the chat to see the photos you sent him, suddenly fully awake.
- He scrolls through the photos, feeling his growing boner presses down against the ground through his pants. Rolling his hips down, he groans into his arm, eyes fixed on the screen and ears perked up in case anyone walks in. After a few minutes of this he grows tired, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down just enough to pull his dick out.
- He’s panting, bucking his hips down into his fist as he covers his mouth with his other hand, phone with your photos on the grass in front of him. It doesn’t take him long to cum, letting out a deep groan as he makes a mess all over his hand.
- He won’t send you a message, leaving you with only the read receipt for hours until you’re done with classes and he can make his way over to find you. Best believe he’s gonna keep you up all night.
“Ngh- fuck, herbivore. Got no shame, sending me this- mmph- while I’m asleep.”
Ruggie
- Ruggie’s running an errand for Leona when his phone buzzes in his pocket. The Housewarden had, though half asleep, demanded he grab something very specific for lunch, leading an unenthusiastic Ruggie to be making his way towards the kitchens. He was tired, having been worked to the bone with chores the entire morning, and had been looking forward to the afternoon off before this.
- When he felt the vibration in his pocket halfway to the kitchens, he let out an exasperated sigh, wondering what else that he needed to do now. The notification from you, though, made his ears perk up. He opened it with a slight smile, feeling suddenly revitalized at the thought of you texting him, and screeched to a stop when he was face to face with multiple lewd photographs you’d sent him.
- Ruggie’s eyes dart around the hallway, checking if the coast is clear before slinking into a corner. He lets out a giggle under his breath as he zooms in on them, taking in every last inch of your form before turning his phone off and making his way towards the kitchens at twice the speed as before. The faster he could get the errand done, the faster he could get alone.
- He doesn’t miss the slight shock on Leona’s face at how fast he got his food, still steaming hot like it was fresh out of the oven, and doesn’t get a chance to hear his reply before out of his room and back in his own, hand palming his dick the moment his door is shut.
- He barely gets his phone standing up and recording before his dick is out, hand pumping his cock as he moans, leaning back against the wall to keep himself upright. He cums quickly, your name leaving his lips as he spasms and gasps, spurts of cum splattering onto the floor in front of him. He makes sure to click send on the video, dick twitching at the thought of how you’d react when you see it.
“Heh, look at what you’ve done to me, got me all- ngh- needy over here.”
or; how night raven college’s most passionate mushroom collector would act in the bedroom
featuring jade leech and a gender neutral reader
requested by pawwlaaaa00000
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while jade was passively aware of sex and kinks and such even back before he went up on land, he never had much of a personal interest in the subject beyond just a baseline curiosity that was in all honestly mostly fuelled by his general unfamiliarity with landers and their bodies. but after falling for, courting, and entering a relationship with you he’s found himself far more invested and eager to experiment with all of the curious things he’s heard and read about landers enjoying… and won’t you be so kind as to help him? he promises he won’t bite you too hard…
he is kind of a switch but also not really. it’s more so that jade will give you the illusion of control and allow himself to be manhandled and ordered around just so he can see what you’ll do when you think you’re the one in charge, and if he likes the outcome of his little experiment he’ll allow you to ‘dominate’ him more often. though, of course, he is still the one in control and the role of dominant is still going to be the one he defaults to far more often than not — unless you happen to really excel at fucking him stupid, at which point you have a very real chance of being able to actually have him submit to you… but it will take a lot of work on your end, so do with that whatever you will
depending on his mood and what he thinks will result in the most interesting outcome jade can flip from being a terrifyingly competent and cruel brat tamer, to a teasing and condescending brat enabler with all the same ease and speed with which his twin can flip moods from overjoyed to furious. either way, though, you’re definitely going to be in for a long night if you’re a bratty person in bed — and even if you’re not usually, because jade leech always knows precisely what buttons to push to get the reaction he wants, and as his lover you’re by no means exempt from that treatment
in his human form he is fully willing to top or to bottom for you depending on where his particular interests lay on any given night. but in his original eelmer form he will only ever top you — primarily because that’s the only real option if you want to have penetrative sex with him, as him bottoming in that form just really isn’t a pleasant experience given the extremely differentiated biology between mers and landers. don’t ask him how he found out, it was an experiment he conducted with very unfortunate results that he’d rather not replicate. so if you want to top him it will have to be after he’s taken his transformation potion
while he is perhaps a bit better at keeping his composure and resisting his instincts than other members of his family may be, at the end of the day jade is still an eelmer and he still has the same biological compulsions as the rest of his kind. and, luckily for you (or perhaps unluckily depending on your preferences), that primarily shows through just how bitey and grabby he gets with you when you’re having sex — especially so when he’s in his mer form and can fully wrap you up in his tail, but even so when he’s in his lander form. and those bites hurt about as much as you would expect from taking one good luck at his teeth… he is always kind enough to clean and bandage any marks he leaves behind though, so there’s that
he is mainly a sadist and enjoys messing with you and experimenting with your pain tolerance to whatever extent you’ll allow him to — and given full rein he will eagerly explore the full scope of pain play from biting to impact play to cutting to wax play to temperature play and beyond to even more extreme forms of play, just so long as you consent obviously — but he also has a minor masochistic streak and can quite enjoy when you get a bit feisty with him in the bedroom. mainly by biting or scratching at him, but he’s not super picky. after all, he’s far from delicate so you have no reason to hold back with him… in fact he encourages you to do the exact opposite, and won’t you be kind enough to indulge your darling boufriend’s request?
one of his many duties as the vice housewarden of octavinelle is doing very thorough research on prospective students and potential clients for azul, and as your lover he absolutely uses his skills as a researcher to gain leverage over you. in other words, he will figure out exactly what you’re into long before you tell him about it — and while he mostly puts that knowledge to subtle use by incorporating language and kinks that he knows you’re into without ever saying why he’s doing that just to heighten your experience, he would also be more than happy to lean into humiliation play by utelising his borderline encyclopaedic knowledge of your search history. though as he’s not a complete asshole, he will only engage in the latter if he has your explicit informed consent beforehand
he’s also, as you might expect, very into experimenting with you and trying out new kinks and dynamics and toys with you — but he’s also not a fool and for as far as he’s willing to go to sate his own curiosity otherwise, he will not take any unnecessary risks when it comes to your wellbeing both within and without the bedroom. or, rather, any risks that he hasn’t painstakingly weighed up and researched to hell and back just to make sure that any impact you experience isn’t actually dangerous… he may be a curious and borderline malicious eel sometimes, but even he isn’t so awful of a mate as to do anything like that (sevens know his mother would have his head if he even considered it!)
he is frustratingly good at keeping his composure when you’re having sex, and usually unless he’s speaking to you jade’s gonna be borderline silent up until he cums. not to say he doesn’t make any sound, because he does, just that he’s very much so on the quiet side and unless you’re actively listening out for the way his breathing picks up or the low groans he lets out you’re just… not going to hear them. especially not if you yourself are on the louder side because jade will be making an effort to get you to be as vocal as possible during sex, which really isn’t conducive to you being able to hear him…
and whenever he does speak up his language tends to lean very heavily into patronisation, degradation, and humiliation — unless, of course, you make it very clear that you do not enjoy that kind of talk in which case he will default to just very bluntly (and teasingly) describing every little reaction you give like he’s passively observing something on a nature hike, which is a more subtle and indirect form of humiliation that he’s found is far easier to get away with. he does also praise you genuinely every now and then, but he will make you work for that praise… or save it until you’re both finished and you clearly need some reassurance after a rougher scene…
as a human he’s already on the bigger side of big and you’ll usually require a bit of foreplay, or a decent amount of lube and prep, to fit his entire length inside of you — though, mercifully for you, it’s just his length that’s the problem as his girth is pretty manageable. however, when he’s in his merform that same prep becomes less of a suggestion and more of a mandatory measure to stop you from being left in actual pain after you two have sex, and it will need to be a lot more extensive because now he’s so long that you literally will not be able to fit him inside of you and he’s thick enough for it to hurt a bit even at just the thinnest point… so… good luck
he’s very much so into orgasm control, and especially in regard to orgasm denial and edging, and for as good of a poker face he has its clear as day just how much he actually enjoys testing your patience and making you squirm. left to his own devices he could happily torture you just with this for hours at a time without growing bored, but he’s not that mean and unless he’s punishing you he isn’t going to ruin your time together just for his own enjoyment so he usually taps out and gets you off right around the time when you start ugly crying and can’t even properly beg him to let you cum anymore. isn’t he just so kind?
now this isn’t necessarily something that the two of you will end up partaking in often — or, frankly, at all if it’s just not something you’re into or can see yourself enjoying — but jade is into intoxicated sex. or, rather, having sex with you while one or both of you is under the influence of some drug or another. nine times out of ten that drug is something derived from one of the many mushrooms he’s personally propogated, meaning it’s usually a mild hallucinogen or maybe something that heightens your sensitivity to touch, but occasionally he’ll raise the idea of dabbling with other drugs and potions. though, of course, he is always mindful about dosages, chemical interactions, and such, and if both of you are under the influence he does do his part to ensure that neither of you will end up actually being at risk — but that’s just the bare minimum, right?
tw: afab reader, down bad kaiser, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex, no protection whatsoever || wc: 0.6k || 18+ under the cut
ex!bf michael kaiser who's started to miss his home country quite a bit after a while as a foreign student - well, the taste of it, at least - and brings his teammates to a new german restaurant/bar that opened up near campus recently.
ex!bf michael kaiser who watches with slight disgust as his teammates ogle the pretty waitresses, who are decked out in traditional german barmaid clothing that leaves little to the imagination.
ex!bf michael kaiser whose eyes widen when he realises one of the waitresses working tonight's shift is you, his ex-girlfriend who he broke up with two months ago, and he can't seem to get over how unbelievably good you look right now.
ex!bf michael kaiser who seems a little subdued when you come over to take their order, averting his eyes. (he's ashamed at how he can't stop staring at how your tits sit in that fucking top, and how he can't get his raging hard-on to die down.) you look him up and down briefly, and leave without another word.
ex!bf michael kaiser whose gaze never leaves you as you flit between tables, hips swaying in that teasingly short skirt, the skirt that barely covers your ass when you bend over ever so slightly - and he catches a glimpse of your baby blue panties, his favourite colour on you.
ex!bf michael kaiser who can't help but raise an eyebrow as you set down his kirschwasser, his cherry brandy, with an oh-so-obvious cherry-red lipstick stain on the rim of the glass. no prizes for guessing who it belongs to.
ex!bf michael kaiser who snaps when he sees oliver aiku, a defender from a rival university, hitting on you. cutting short his conversation with ness, he downs his crimson liquid courage in one go and storms over to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear -
"why don't i stay until after closing and show you a good time, liebling?"
ex!bf michael kaiser who waits for you to close up the restaurant for the night with shaky hands before he practically pounces, his large hands all over you as his tongue explores your mouth, and you let out one of the most pathetic whines he's ever heard.
ex!bf michael kaiser who makes you take him down your tight little throat, scoffing as tears prick your eyes at the uncomfortable sensation. you can take it, he murmurs to you as you gag on his cock. you've done it before.
ex!bf michael kaiser who gets on his knees and eats you out against the counter, sucking fervently on your swollen clit as you tangle your hands in his soft blonde hair, calling out his name in just the way he's missed; this only spurs him on, and he spits on your cunt, sex-drunk eyes locking with yours as he dives back in between your legs.
ex!bf michael kaiser who bends you over the restaurant's bar and fucks you raw until your toes are curling in your black heels. he's got a hand on the back of your neck holding you steady, giving him a clear view of how your ass recoils against his hips in that slutty little skirt of yours.
ex!bf michael kaiser who makes you cum twice more before his sticky seed is filling you up just how you like it, watching his cum drip out of you with no little satisfaction.
that is, until he hears a whimper from you that sounds suspiciously like "more" -
ex!bf michael kaiser who's already pushing his hardening cock back into you, asking you breathlessly, "won't you please take me back, meine liebe?"
You didn’t know how long the lock would last. But you did know something: They were going to get in and when they did, they won’t hold back.
content warnings - dark!Hanwool, dark!Minhwan, forced oral sex (m!receiving), blood, physical violence, injury, and gun kink. This story contains coercive behavior, graphic harm, a broken wrist injury, aggressive physical contact, and psychologically distressing dynamics throughout.
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Shit. Shit. Shit. The word pulsed in your skull with every frantic step as you tore down the hallway, breath ragged, heart slamming against your ribs like it wanted out. Behind you, Hanwool. That fucking psycho. You didn’t dare look back. You rounded the corner, lungs burning and stopped dead in your tracks.
Minhwan. Leaning casually against the wall like he’d been waiting. That crooked, gleaming smirk cut across his face like a knife, and in his hand, his gun. Waving it around like a toy. “Surprise!” he called, sing-song and delighted. Panic surged. You whipped around, but it was too late, Hanwool had rounded the hallway, eyes locked on you, lips parted like he was tasting the chase. You were cornered.
Adrenaline surged as your eyes scrambled for escape. Your hand shot out and grabbed the nearest doorknob. please please please not be locked and a god you didn’t believe in answered. The door opened with a gasp. You slipped in and slammed it shut, twisting the lock with trembling fingers just as BANG! A fist slammed into the wood behind you.
“You think that lock’s gonna stop me?” Hanwool’s voice was a low snarl. “Open it, and I might leave your legs unbroken.” Another pound. Then another. The door shuddered like it could splinter. Your breath hitched.
You spun, eyes searching the room for something, anything to barricade the door.
There was nothing. Just students tables. Useless. A joke against the two psychopaths waiting outside. You pressed your back to the door, as if your weight alone could keep the monsters out. Another bang. Another scream. Another whisper of metal against metal, like Minhwan running the barrel of the gun along the door frame.
You didn’t know how long the lock would last. But you did know something: They were going to get in and when they did, they won’t hold back.
Your legs couldn’t keep up with the weight of their pounding. Each slam against the door sent a jolt through your spine, a slow collapse spreading from your knees. Your shoes began to slip on the slick tile just the sweat, fear, you couldn’t tell anymore.
And then, it stopped. Just silence, the kind that doesn’t feel like peace, but a warning. Like the world holding its breath before something terrible happens. You held your breath, spine still pinned to the door like your body alone could hold it shut. You didn’t trust it. You didn’t dare trust it.
You heard the footsteps walking away from the door. Like they wanted you to hear it. Like they wanted you to think it was over. Your heart slammed against your ribs, screaming don’t believe it. Every cell in your body buzzed with warning. You stayed pressed against the door, muscles locked, waiting for a sign. Anything. A breath. A shuffle. A shadow under the crack of light. Something to confirm they were still out there. But nothing came.
Five minutes passed, each one stretched thin with dread. Finally, you peeled your back off the wood, slow and careful, like movement alone might trigger something. You stepped away, just a little, just enough to feel your lungs work again. Shaky breaths. Numb limbs. You were calming down, but only in pieces.
Your eyes didn’t leave the door. You waited. Expected it to burst open at any second, both of them tumbling through with a grinning Hanwool and Minhwan dragging his stupid little gun. But still, nothing. Maybe they got distracted. Maybe whatever Gamin was doing downstairs finally pulled their attention. That was the whole point, wasn’t it? The only reason you were even in this school after hours.
But thinking about Hanwool, the shit he was doing inside these walls and the way the school board pretended none of it existed. It made your stomach twist. That’s why you joined Gamin’s study group. Why you agreed to be part of his plan. All you had to do was distract Seonho. Just a simple diversion. But somehow, some way, you got the wrong person’s attention. Hanwool. And his fucking sidekick.
Your legs moved before your brain could catch up. Instinct took over, raw and breathless. You pressed your ear to the door, straining for a sound, a whisper, anything that would tell you what waited on the other side. Nothing. The silence felt stretched too thin, like skin ready to tear. You exhaled, slow and trembling, and curled your fingers around the knob. The door creaked open just a sliver. You leaned forward and peeked out, your heart punching the inside of your chest.
Empty. The hallway stared back at you, blank and cold. No footsteps. No shadows. No one. You didn’t think. You ran. Feet slapping the tile, breath snagging in your throat like barbed wire. You barely made it ten steps before something yanked you backward so hard your neck cracked. A hand in your hair. Tight. And his voice, soft and too close to your ear. "Thought you could leave without saying goodbye?"
Hanwool’s voice cut through the silence like glass shattering in the not so empty hallway. Just sharp, sudden, and impossible to ignore. You flinched at the sound, every muscle in your body locking into place. Then came Minhwan. Whistling. Casual and off-key, like he wasn’t the type to hold a gun, like this was just another game he already knew he’d win. He circled around you slowly, steps lazy, eyes gleaming with that sick amusement he wore like perfume.
The cold metal pressed under your chin. He tilted your head up with the barrel, forcing your eyes to meet his. His smirk widened when he saw the fear. “That’s better,” he murmured, voice smooth like poison. “You should’ve just stayed put.”
Behind him, Hanwool watched without blinking. No rage. No mockery. Just that terrifying calm he wore when he was deciding how much pain to hand out. The kind of calm that came right before someone stopped being a person and became a problem to solve and you couldn’t breathe. Because this wasn’t about a warning anymore. It was punishment.
"Let’s head back to class," Hanwool said, voice soft, almost coaxing. You didn’t move. You weren’t walking into that room with those two psychopaths. You weren’t playing their game. In a single breath, you twisted.
Your elbow slammed into Hanwool’s gut, and as he staggered back a step, you swung a punch into Minhwan’s jaw. His head snapped to the side, and he collapsed with a grunt. You turned to run.
But Hanwool recovered too fast. His hand lashed out, fingers grazing your arm, trying to catch you like a spider pulling its web tight. You jerked away, body coiled with adrenaline. Minhwan, still on the floor, snarled. "Where the fuck do you think you’re going?"
His hand shot out and grabbed your ankle. You hit the floor hard. Your ribs knocked the breath from your lungs, and before you could crawl away, he was dragging you back. You twisted and kicked, your foot connected with his face. A sick crack followed. Blood poured from his nose as he screamed. "You bitch!"
His grip loosened. He tried to get up, but he was dazed. You scrambled forward until something heavy landed in the middle of your back. A boot. Pressed hard. Forcing you into the cold, filthy floor.
"Tsk, tsk, love," Hanwool murmured, his weight pinning you down. "Thought you could get away?" You thrashed beneath him, teeth clenched, but it was useless. "You can’t," he whispered into your hair. His breath was hot against your scalp. "You were never going to." Minhwan staggered up behind you, wiping at his bleeding face, gun back in his hand. His expression was pure venom.
"She fucking broke my nose," he spat. "That was a wrong fucking move." Hanwool yanked you upright by your hair so hard your vision went white at the edges. You couldn’t even scream. He twisted you to face Minhwan, who raised the gun, the metal flashing under the hallway lights. Then he brought the barrel down.
It smashed into your cheek with a wet, blunt crack. Your head whipped to the side. Blood dripped from your nose, warm and steady. The hallway spun. “Still think you’re going anywhere?” Minhwan sneered, breath thick with rage.
Hanwool gripped your arm like it belonged to him. His fingers dug into your skin, bruising on contact. You kicked and twisted, but it only made him more amused. “Keep struggling. Makes it more fun,” he said, voice low and flat, like he was bored and entertained at the same time. You clawed at his arm, at the walls, at the air. None of it mattered.
He dragged you down the hallway, your shoes squealing against the tile, back toward the classroom. The one that had been your safe haven. Your hiding place. And when he opened the door and flung you inside, that illusion shattered. You hit the floor hard, palms burning against the cold linoleum. The door slammed shut. You heard the click of the lock. Hanwool. Minhwan. You. No way out.
You scrambled to your feet. “Stay the hell away from me,” you said, but your voice cracked halfway through. Minhwan laughed, wiping dried blood from under his nose. “Still got fight in her,” he said, tossing the gun back and forth between his hands like a toy. “You’re lucky I don’t break your jaw.”
“You already tried,” you spat. “Didn’t even knock me out.” He lunged. You dodged, barely, and shoved over a desk to block him. It crashed to the floor between you with a bang that echoed through the empty building. Hanwool stepped forward. He didn’t rush. That was what made it worse. You threw a chair at him. He caught it. Like it was nothing.
Minhwan moved first. He jumped the desk, grabbing your wrist. You drove your knee into his stomach, twisting to break free, but Hanwool was already behind you. His hand wrapped around your neck not tight enough to choke, but enough to control.
“You should’ve stayed quiet,” he said. His breath brushed your ear. “Should’ve been a good girl. But no... you wanted to play hero.” You elbowed him again. This time, he grunted and stepped back. You turned, fists up, blood smeared across your face, heart thudding like it wanted out of your chest. “You gonna hurt me?” you said, breathless. Hanwool smiled. Not wide. Just enough to show his teeth. “No,” he said. “Not yet.”
Minhwan circled you like a predator, slow and pacing, jaw clenched. “Gamin’s downstairs, right? Think he’s gonna save you?” “You idiots are gonna regret this,” you said, though your voice was shaking now. “He’s coming.” Minhwan chuckled. “Then we better hurry.” Hanwool nodded. “Let’s begin.”
You didn’t wait. As soon as Hanwool’s voice cut the air “Let’s begin” you moved. You lunged at Minhwan first. He was closer. You caught him off-guard with a punch to the side of his face. His head snapped to the left and he stumbled into a desk, cursing through gritted teeth.
Then you turned on Hanwool, blood rushing in your ears. You swung once, twice but he stepped back just enough to avoid both. He was watching you like a wolf letting its prey wear itself out. “You done?” he asked, voice quiet and unreadable. You didn’t answer. You ran at him, fists clenched, rage blind.
That was your mistake. He caught your arm mid-swing. His fingers closed around your wrist like a vice. Then, without even blinking, he twisted. You screamed. A sharp, raw sound that cracked the air. Your wrist bent at an angle it wasn’t meant to. Pain flooded your body, hot and instant, like fire under your skin.
You dropped to one knee, cradling your arm. “Looks broken,” Hanwool said calmly. “You’ll have trouble writing after this. Shame.” Minhwan recovered behind you. He was bleeding again lip split, nose leaking but the smile he wore now was ugly with satisfaction.
“You’re scrappy, I’ll give you that,” he said, wiping his mouth. “But scrappy doesn’t mean strong.” You tried to get up, teeth clenched against the pain, but Hanwool shoved you backward. You crashed against a desk, your broken wrist slamming the edge. You saw white for a second. Then everything pulsed black.
“Thought you’d be smarter,” Minhwan said, kicking the chair beside you out of his way. “You think your lover boy is coming to save you.” Hanwool leaned over you, eyes unreadable. “Is this the part where you start begging?”
“I’m not afraid of you,” you gasped, holding back tears, holding back everything. He knelt beside you, tilting his head like he was studying something. “You should be.” Then he backhanded you once, sharp and fast. Your head snapped sideways. You tasted blood in your mouth.
“I warned you,” Hanwool said, standing again. “This didn’t have to be personal but you made it personal. Running your mouth.” You tried again to stand.
Hanwool loomed over you, his shadow swallowing you whole as he pushed you down, the impact jarring your bones. His lips curled into a cruel smile, eyes glinting with something unreadable, something that made your stomach twist.
"Well," he mused, fingers toying with his belt buckle, the click of it unfastening too loud in the suffocating silence. "Look at you, right where you belong. Now, let’s see if that mouth can do something worthwhile." Your breath hitched, panic clawing up your throat. "Hanwool—please, don’t—"
Minhwan’s laughter cut through your begging, sharp and mocking. He righted the chair he had kicked over and dropped into it, leaning forward with predatory interest. "Oh? The begging’s started already?" His grin widened, all teeth. "This is gonna be fun."
You lunged, teeth bared, aiming for Hanwool’s wrist but Minhwan moved faster. A fist tangled in your hair, yanking you back so hard your scalp burned. His lips grazed your cheek, breath hot and sickly sweet against your skin. "Ah, ah," he tutted. "None of that."
Hanwool’s fingers traced your jaw, tilting your face up. His thumb pressed against your bottom lip, smearing the blood from your nose. "Open." The command slithered down your spine, icy and inescapable.
Your mouth opened, trying to make this easier, even though it only made the tears well faster. "Good," Hanwool murmured, as the world narrowed to the gleam in his eyes and the weight of his touch. "Now let’s see how good that mouth really is."
His length pressed against your tongue, the rhythm brutal as he set a punishing pace, his words slicing through the moment. "Yeah, that’s it. Take it. Choke on it, pretty bitch. That’s what you’re good for, huh? All that attitude, and this is where you belong on your knees, drooling all over me."
Minhwan’s hand, still twisted in your hair, yanked your head back slightly, just enough to control the angle. "So fucking messy already. Look at you." His free hand drifted down, trailing over your shoulder, sliding under your shirt, knuckles grazing your skin like he owned it.
He inhaled deeply, his nose buried in your hair. "You smell so fucking sweet like this. Like fear." His hand slipped lower, popping open the buttons of your skirt, sliding it up with infuriating slowness until it bunched around your hips. "Don’t stop," Hanwool growled above you, his grip tightening on your jaw as he fucked your throat harder, watching the tears spill down your cheeks.
Minhwan dragged the cool barrel of his gun across your stomach, then higher, the metal tracing lazy circles around your ribs, up to the swell of your breasts. He flicked the tip across one nipple through the thin fabric, the contrast of cold steel and heat making you shudder. "Sensitive, huh? Fuck, you’re just made for this," he whispered in your ear, his voice dripping with mockery as the gun slid lower, trailing down your abdomen, stopping at the damp heat between your thighs.
He pressed the barrel against your clothed clit, grinding it in slow, deliberate circles. "Look how wet you are. Acting like you don’t want this, but this cunt is telling me the truth." He laughed, soft, mean. "You love this, don’t you? Love being our little toy."
Hanwool’s pace stuttered, a growl rumbling in his chest. "Bet she’s gonna come just from this. Aren’t you? Gonna make a mess all over Minhwan’s gun while choking on my cock?" Minhwan licked the shell of your ear, his hand pressing the barrel harder against your throbbing clit.
Minhwan’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, his breath hot against your ear as he tore them away with a sharp, careless rip. The fabric gave way too easily. His laughter was low, dark, curling around you like smoke.
"Look at that," he murmured, dragging the barrel of the gun down, tracing the slickness between your thighs. "Already dripping for us. Pathetic." You flinched as the cold metal pressed against your entrance, the contrast of steel and heat making your muscles clench instinctively. Minhwan tutted, gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. "None of that," he warned, before pushing the gun inside with one brutal thrust.
The stretch burned but he didn’t stop, didn’t let you adjust. Just buried it deeper, his fingers tightening in your hair as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "Fuck, you take it so well. Like you were made for this."
Hanwool’s grip on your jaw tightened, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every snap of his hips. "She’s gagging," he mused, voice rough with pleasure. "But she’s still sucking me like she needs it. Look at her, Minhwan. Look at how fucking ruined she is."
Minhwan pulled the gun out slowly, just to shove it back in, the rhythm cruel. The ridges of the barrel dragged against your walls, the cold metal warming with your body’s betrayal. "You feel that?" he whispered, twisting it just to hear you whimper. "That’s what happens when you act like you’re too good for us."
Hanwool’s breath became rougher. "Gonna come down her throat while you fuck her with that," he gritted out. Hanwool’s thrusts grew erratic, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "Gonna come down this pretty throat," he growled. "And you’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you?"
Minhwan’s free hand slid around your waist, pressing the gun deeper as his other hand yanked your head back by your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were black with something hungry, something vicious. "And when he’s done," he murmured, "I’m gonna make you come on this gun. Gonna make you scream while you do it."
The barrel twisted inside you, hitting a spot that made your vision blur. Somewhere, Hanwool was groaning. Somewhere, Minhwan was laughing. You were falling apart between them, their names like a prayer and a curse on your lips.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat, salt, and something darker like cruelty given flesh. Hanwool’s breath came in ragged bursts as he forced himself deeper down your throat. His hips stuttered, his voice a rough growl against the damp silence of the classroom.
"That’s it," he gritted out, "take it. All of it." You choked, tears burning hot tracks down your cheeks, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. His grip tightened, his other hand digging into the hinge of your jaw, holding you open as he groaned, low and filthy. "Gonna come down this pretty throat, take it" he snarled. And you did. Because you had no choice.
Minhwan watched, his dark eyes gleaming with something feral as he pressed the gun deeper inside you, the cold metal a brutal contrast to the heat of your own body. "Good girl," he purred, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, smearing spit and tears. "Now let’s see you come for me."
The barrel twisted, hitting a spot that made your vision splinter. A broken sound tore from your throat, half-sob, half-scream, as your body betrayed you, shuddering around the unforgiving steel. Minhwan’s laugh was soft, almost tender, as he slowly pulled the gun free. He brought it to his lips, tongue flicking over the glistening metal, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tastes like victory," he mused. "Or maybe just desperation."
Hanwool finally pulled out of your mouth with a wet sound, his hand patting your cheek too hard to be affectionate. "Next time," he said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "pick the winning team."
Minhwan stood, putting the gun away with a smirk. "Yeah. Might save you the broken wrist." Your injured hand throbbed in time with your heartbeat, useless at your side. They left you there, a wrecked, trembling mess on the classroom floor, their laughter echoing down the hall like a promise. This wasn’t over.
But for now, you were just another casualty in their game. And you did. Because you had no choice.
