Everyone Is A Little Corrupt (One-Shot)
Title: Everyone Is A Little Corrupt (One-Shot) Rating: 18+ MDNI!!! Contains: Smut with plot, Corruption Kink, CNC, Gangbang, Purity, Innocence, Breaking away from religion, blasphemy. ***Trigger Warning***: CNC, Corruption Kink (and almost anything that comes with it | don't like it? don't read it.) Characters: ATEEZ, Reader Word Count: 13,602 AFF | AO3 | Wattpad | Main Masterlist Credits: - Dividers by strangergraphics - Some quote/dialogue I used were taken from this post on fetlife! (He posted these half way through me writing the fic and I was like oooh perfect timing, he's great fr)
Synopsis:
After growing up in a strict, sheltered religious household, you finally gain your freedom when you leave home to attend college in New York. As you begin discovering yourself, you fall in love with a kind and patient man named Yunho. Unbeknownst to you, Yunho and his close friends had already been searching for you after discovering an anonymous online post describing your deepest darkest fantasy, to leave behind the life and identity your parents forced upon you, all through being corrupted.
Growing up in a small conservative town made the transition into college life a little more tough for you than you thought it would.
Over here, everyone openly spoke about the things your family never dared to speak of around you. You couldn’t understand a majority of the things they referenced and you would often stay quiet when the topic of sex would come up. How could you have anything to say when you knew nothing about it? It all felt so wrong. It felt like a sin just listening to it all.
You hated your parents for sheltering you so much. For keeping you in the dark about so many things. They never let you out with friends unless they’ve met the parents. And even then it was an absolute rule of no boys.
They had you home schooled with a private teacher since middle school and the only times you got to do anything was when you would be sent to girl scouts and an all girls sunday school with your local church.
This all had made you overall more reserved and shy compared to when you were in elementary school. You used to be more outgoing and social before your parents decided to homeschool you.
The reason?
Well you were too outgoing and eccentric! A girl should be reserved and quiet. They were afraid if you weren’t under their constant surveillance you’d become whore and bring shame to the family.
The only freedom you truly had was when your parents would be asleep.
Your friend had helped you secretly buy a phone and at night you would quietly watch some TV shows and talk to strangers online.
You’ve told your new internet friends about your parents and how you live your life. They were all kind to you and supportive.
When you were finishing up your senior year of school you were trying to think up a plan to leave home. You applied to multiple universities far from home and in your personal essay you would send to these schools you gave them a heartfelt and genuine story. You expressed how you want to explore your independence as you were not able to do so with the type of environment you grew up in.
Weeks later you finally receive an acceptance letter from NYU with a full ride scholarship. You screamed with excitement when you realized you get to finally be free from the life you lived.
Though you immediately realized that your parents might not let you leave that easily. So you talked to your church teacher, who was very excited for you, and she agreed to help you convince your parents.
And so now, here you were at NYU.
Although you felt very out of place, your new friends treated you kindly. Helping you get comfortable while teaching you new things.
You were even surprised you managed to make friends when you had long forgotten how to be social. But your friends noticed how shy and nervous you were and approached you themselves. You felt lucky to have them.
A year later into your new life, you’ve become more adjusted to it. There was still a lot to learn of course, but you were happy to take things one step at a time.
Trying out different hobbies has been your… Well, hobby. You wanted to explore new things, things your parents always forbid at home.
Video games and reading have been your current favorite hobby.
That’s how you met your boyfriend, your first ever boyfriend, Yunho.
There was a local esports competition you decided to attend with a couple of your friends, something you never knew could be a thing. It was exciting to watch and you were very impressed with the guy, Yunho, who had snatched first place.
You wanted to learn more about him so you would attend any esports events he would be at.
How could you not enjoy watching him? He was handsome, tall and the way he looked when he would lock in and get aggressive for the game? Absolutely sexy.
It wasn’t until one day, while you were at the cafe on campus to study, that Yunho approached you. The two of you quickly got along and became close. It didn’t take too long for you to develop the biggest crush on him. Something about him really pulled you in compared to all the other men you’ve met.
All your previous crushes were short lived. But with him? It lasted months and you didn’t know what to do with yourself and your feelings.
Of course, Yunho was extremely into you as well. It didn’t take him long to ask you out on a date and not before long, the two of you decided to finally make your relationship official.
Yunho was the sweetest and kindest boyfriend you could ever ask for.
He never pressured you into anything, always taking things slow. Even though you had been a few months into the relationship, it wasn’t until recently you finally had your first kiss. His gentleness made the butterflies inside you go into an absolute frenzy.
But one thing that frustrated you was how he never made a sexual move on you yet.
He would always touch you as if you would easily crumble beneath his fingers if he wasn’t careful. He’d softly graze his fingers along your thigh and your arm when you would lay together. Always left a trail of soft kisses along your shoulders.
It drove you insane. You wanted him to touch you more.
But you didn’t want to ask for it.
No. You wanted him to just take it from you.
But ultimately, you decided to let it go. Let things happen step by step and to just go with the flow.
Although, you didn’t know that would all soon change for you and in a way better than you’d ever imagined.
You receive a text from your boyfriend that he’s coming up to your dorm, so you unlock the door for him as you wait for him.
It’s Yunho’s birthday today and his friends are throwing him a small party at their home and he wants you to go with him. You gladly accepted the invite.
You’ve met his friends many times before, they were all really friendly and fun so you were excited to see them again.
Though you're still nervous. You’ve never really been to a party before so you don’t know what to expect and how to dress. So your boyfriend had offered to pick something out for you.
When he enters your room, you get up to embrace him. He gives you a sweet long kiss before breaking it off.
“Here you go little bunny, I picked this out for you,” he hands you a bag with the outfit he promised inside.
“It’s… it’s well something much different from what you would usually wear, maybe out of your comfort zone. But you did tell me you wanted to try to step out of it a bit so I thought maybe you’d like to try something like this.” He explains.
You take the dress out and your eyes widen.
He wasn’t lying when he said it was out of your comfort zone. But that doesn’t stop you from wanting to try it on.
“Yeah, I’ll try it on…” you say softly before gently guiding him out of your room so you could change. He leaves without a fight and you take in a deep breath before you start changing.
When you’re done, you stare at yourself in your standing mirror. You can’t help but feel shy and awkward in the dress.
It’s a short black tight fit sleeveless dress. You have never worn something like this before it's so… revealing. You didn’t know how you would do anything in this dress without it possibly riding up. It would definitely show off everything if you bent over.
But if other girls could pull it off, why couldn’t you?
You suck up your embarrassment and proceed to fix your hair in a high pony tail, fixing your fringe and then you apply some light make up before slipping into the peep-toe platform heels Yunho got you to wear with the outfit. Another thing you weren’t used to wearing just yet.
Yunho knocks on your door. “You okay in there? You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it…”
You do like it though. You feel… sexy.
But you also feel nervous and weren’t sure if you were ready for him to see you like this, but you suck it up and respond to him.
“I’m ready… you can come in,” you voice is meek but still loud enough for him to hear.
When he steps inside, he immediately freezes. His eyes roam your body and you can’t help but hug yourself, looking down shyly as you bite down your lip.
“D-does it look okay?”
You glance up at him and catch him licking his lips.
“Okay? My little darling, you look absolutely gorgeous,” there was a hint of something in his voice. Something almost dark.
He moves closer, taking your hand. Even in your heels, there was still a large size difference between the two of you.
“Come on, let’s go have fun.”
You nod, following his lead. It takes a moment to find your balance in the heels and Yunho of course didn’t rush anything to allow you to get used to it.
Yunho drives the two of you to the party and like a gentleman he’s always been, he opens your door for you when you arrive. You take his hand and step out of the car, immediately working on fixing your dress, pulling down at the hem.
Yunho finds this adorable, chuckling under his breath.
“So cute. You ready?”
Your face flushes at the compliment, but you nod.
When the two of you are inside everyone greets you as friendly as ever. But what you don’t notice is how everyone is staring at you like a pack of wolves who’ve locked their sights down on their prey.
The night starts with a few simple drinking games to help you loosen up a little. Then later they bring the cake out and wish Yunho a happy birthday.
You sit between Yunho and his friend San.
San has a big and buff figure which had you a little squeezed in between him and your boyfriend. You weren’t used to being so close to other people like this so you instinctively made yourself small, pressing your legs together.
But despite his looks, San has always been a super sweet and cute guy.
Being squeezed between two large men made it awkward for you to eat, so you opt out of eating cake.
When San notices this, he laughs and apologizes. Having his friends Wooyoung and Mingi also squeezed up on the couch made it hard for him to give you room. So he offers to feed you, bringing his fork with a piece of cake on it up to your lips.
You’re confused for a moment, glancing up at him.
“I don’t want you to miss out on the cake, eat,” his pretty dimpled smile makes it hard for you to refuse. So you hesitantly part your lips and take a bite.
“Oh, this really is good. It’s not too sweet either,” you say, humming in delight.
“It’s ‘cause I made it,” you look over to Seonghwa sitting on the armchair. “No one can beat my homemade cakes.”
Everyone agrees, including you. You had to admit it even beats your moms.
San continues to feed you and you’re still flustered with the action but you accept it anyway. Who are you to stop someone from spoiling you? Even your boyfriend found it sweet.
“Oh my god, Hongjoong!” Wooyoung calls out, hopping off the couch, finally giving everyone room to get more comfortable.
He snatches away the notebooks and textbooks from Hongjoong’s lap. Hongjoong complains, reaching out for them.
“Hey! Give me back my stuff!”
“Now is not the time to be a fucking nerd, we’re celebrating Yunho’s birthday and you’re studying? Really?” Wooyoung nags.
“I have to agree with Youngie on this one, Joong. It’s kind of rude to ignore the birthday boy.” Seonghwa chimes in.
Hongjoong lets out a large sigh, giving in. “Fine, I guess you’re right.”
From what you know, Hongjoong is always keeping himself busy with school work. One could argue he is the smartest of the group. You find it quite adorable and the title really suits him. Especially when he wears those framed glasses.
“Alright everyone,” you all look at Yeosang setting down the bottle of tequila on the coffee table, gesturing to the shot glasses he filled up for everyone. “A shot for Yunho getting a year older!”
Everyone grabs a shot and downs it. You wince, not understanding how they could down these shots so well without flinching.
“You guys wanna play some pool?” Mingi asks, standing from the couch.
“Yeah, I’m down.”
“Me too.”
Yunho and San both chime in.
“You wanna be on my team, little bunny?” Yunho asks, hugging your waist.
“I don’t know how to play…”
He stands and offers his hand. “It’s okay, we’ll teach you.”
You look up at him through your bangs before taking his hand. As you stand, you fix your dress again, still barely getting used to how short it is.
All of you gather at the pool table and Yunho explains the rules to you, the others prepare the balls and cue sticks. When you think you’ve gotten it down, you split up into two teams.
Of course you team up with Yunho and San teams up with Mingi.
San starts the game off and when it’s your turn Yunho explains to you on how to hold the cue stick. He stands behind you, pressing his body flush against yours as he guides you to lean forward, his arms reaching around to help you with holding the stick correctly.
Your heart races as you feel his warmth embracing you.
As he guides you feel something poking against your ass.
He’s hard.
You bite down on your lip, wondering what could have possibly turned him on about this.
Once he’s satisfied with your position he stands straight again, still pressed against your ass.
Trying to ignore it, you hit the ball. When you stand straight again, you whisper to him.
“Why are you standing so close?”
He gives you a soft smile, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.
“I was helping you cover yourself. I noticed you’ve been worried about your dress all night.”
Your cheeks flush and you give him a nod, believing his explanation.
He does it again during your next couple of turns. But this time he leaves you alone to grab a drink.
When you hit the wrong ball, San chuckles putting the balls back where they were before you made a mistake, then approaches you from behind.
“That was a little tricky, let’s try again. I’ll show you how to hit your ball in this situation.”
His arms come around you from behind, his body pressed against yours and you feel his bulge against you.
Is he also turned on?
Shaking the thought away, you try to focus as he shows you what to do.
“You don’t want to aim directly at it,” he explains softly, his warmth breath hitting your neck just right, sending a shiver down your spine. “There’s two things you can do here, either use another ball to push it, or hit the edge of the table and have the ball bounce back…”
You nod at his instructions.
“Okay…”
He leans away just a bit, grasping onto the edge of the table keeping you caged in. As you make your hit, your hips move back pressing into him and you hear a soft, quiet groan come from him.
“Just… like that.” He breathes.
You stand straight clapping when you hit the one you were aiming for, happy that what you learned worked out.
San pulls away, smiling proudly at you.
“You did really good, you’re such a good listener,” he praises, making your heart flutter.
When you see Yunho is back, you run to him excitedly.
“Baby, did you see that?”
Smiling, he gives your head a pat. “I saw. My baby did such a good job. You’re gonna be a pro in no time.”
When you came to this party tonight, you didn’t expect to get so much praise. Praise was always something you rarely received growing up but absolutely loved it when you did finally get it.
But when it came from Yunho it meant so much more to you than when your parents did it.
Then, Mingi calls your name and you turn around. Yunho pulls you into him, holding your waist.
“Are you going to keep walking around like that?”
He points the thicker end of the stick, lightly tapping your inner thigh with it before tracing it up higher to your core.
You look down and blush with embarrassment but then you gasp as he presses the stick against you, making you press your thighs together.
Is this normal for people to do around here? You aren’t sure, but your heart is pounding as you wonder if you did something wrong by wearing this dress tonight.
“We can see everything, aren’t you embarrassed?” He pushes it against you again and you let out a small whine as you grasp the hem of your skirt, pulling it down.
“S-sorry, I’m not used to wearing stuff like this…” your voice is small and full of shame.
Mingi puts the stick back on the pool table before approaching dangerously close to you, sandwiching you between him and your boyfriend. He whispers something into Yunho’s ear, his large hand settling on top of Yunho’s and partially against your hip.
When he pulls away there’s a smirk on his face as he stares down at you.
Yunho softly presses his lips to your ear and softly says.
“I’ve found you, my little lamb.”
Little Lamb?
That sounds familiar, but you were sure he’s never called you that before.
Then it hit you.
You had completely forgotten about it, but over a year ago, you had been looking for some books in the school library when you overheard a couple of girls whispering nearby. You couldn't help but listen in.
They were talking about different sexual experiences they'd had, mentioning something called a corruption kink and CNC. You had never heard either term before, but something about the way they described them immediately piqued your curiosity.
You weren't sure if it was appropriate to interrupt, but before you could talk yourself out of it, you found yourself approaching them.
"I'm sorry for intruding, but... could you tell me more about those kinks?"
The girls smiled, more amused than bothered.
"Sure. Corruption means different things to different people," one of them explained. "But, generally, it's the fantasy of letting go of an identity you've always had. Maybe someone who's always been expected to be innocent, obedient, or perfect wants to explore what it feels like to become someone completely different."
You frowned thoughtfully.
"So... turning a good person into a bad person?"
"Not exactly," the other girl said with a shake of her head. "It's less about becoming bad and more about becoming someone you've never been allowed to be. Someone who always follows the rules finally wanting to step outside them. For some people it's rebellion. For others, it's letting go of expectations they've carried their entire lives."
The words settled deep in your chest.
Your whole life had been full of rules.
Always be polite.
Always be quiet.
Always be modest.
Always be pure.
Always be the perfect daughter. The perfect disciple of God. The perfect future wife.
"So..." you asked quietly, "what if someone didn't want to be... pure anymore?"
One of the girls gave you a gentle smile.
"Yeah. That could absolutely be part of it. It's about leaving behind an identity you never really chose for yourself."
You spent the next hour asking question after question. Eventually, you shared a little about how you'd grown up, and the girls were kind enough to answer everything without judgment.
They explained that fantasies like these only worked when everyone involved agreed beforehand. They told you about boundaries, safewords, aftercare, and the importance of trusting the person you were with. They wanted to make sure you understood that fantasy and reality weren't the same thing.
That night, your curiosity refused to leave you alone.
You began researching on your own until you stumbled across an online kink sub-forum for people in your state where people could openly and anonymously discuss these fantasies.
For days you would come back and visit the forum reading through different posts.
Some people wanted to be corrupted because they had always been the responsible one. Others because they were expected to be perfect.
Some wanted to surrender control. Others wanted to take it.
You found yourself relating to more of them than you ever expected.
The more you read, the more your heart raced.
It wasn't just the idea of becoming someone new that fascinated you. It was imagining someone else being the one to change you. Someone who would look at every expectation your parents had placed on your shoulders and slowly strip them away.
Piece by piece.
Until there was nothing left of the sheltered little girl they had spent years trying to preserve.
Then another fantasy began catching your attention.
CNC.
At first, it confused you.
You had spent your entire life with your choices made for you. Your clothes were chosen for you. Your education was chosen for you. Your friends were chosen for you. Even your future husband was expected to be chosen for you one day.
So why did this interest you?
The answer came after reading more experiences from people in the community.
It wasn't about actually wanting your choices taken away. It was about choosing, for the very first time in your life, who you wanted to surrender them to. That choice had never belonged to you before.
Now it finally could.
The fantasies became harder and harder to pull yourself away from.
The thought of someone seeing the innocent, sheltered girl your parents had spent years creating, only to unravel her with their own hands in just one night, it unlocked something inside of you.
You wanted your purity ripped away. You wanted to be ruined. Not because you hated who you were.
Because "ruined" meant something entirely different to you than it did to your parents.
To them, it meant becoming damaged.
To you… It meant finally becoming yourself.
So you clicked on the “create new post” button and began writing.
You told them just enough about your upbringing. About wanting to leave behind the girl you'd been raised to be. About wanting someone to become the catalyst for that change.
You told them you were looking for someone who could find you and make those fantasies a reality. You carefully laid out your boundaries, your safewords, everything you were and weren't comfortable with. And although you were told many times it should always be someone you trust, you wanted to take a bit of a risk.
Something you’ve never done before.
You didn’t want to see them coming. You didn’t want to expect it, otherwise you would be thinking about it at all times and you didn’t want to think.
Then you explained how they could recognize you.
You attached a photo of the silver lamb necklace you wore every day, a gift from your teacher that had never left your neck.
If they ever managed to find you, they were to approach you with one simple phrase.
"Little lamb."
And you would respond with…
“You’ve caught your prey,” the words come out breathlessly from your lips as your heart begins to race.
He found it, your boyfriend found your post and figured it was you. You couldn’t believe it. Out of all the people in the world, you’re happy that the man you love is the one who found the post.
Excitement fills you as you wonder if he’s going to be taking action tonight or another day. Whatever the case is, you can’t wait to see what he has planned for you.
A hand then grabs at your jaw, forcing you to break your gaze from Yunho and to pay attention to the man in front of you. You gulp, watching the way Mingi’s tongue slowly trails over his bottom lip. Then you feel his thumb dragging along your lips.
Fear starts to grow within you.
This isn't like Mingi, he's never acted like this before.
The movement pauses and you notice his gaze leaves yours for a moment to Yunho then back to you.
Pulling his hand back, he helps you fix the skirt of your dress as he smiles sweetly at you. “The dress suits you by the way.”
It isn’t until he walks away that you realize you've been holding your breath.
The four of you soon continue the game of pool but this time around you catch San and Mingi staring at you multiple times throughout the game.
Especially when you would lean over.
Unsure if this is normal behaviour or if your boyfriend is okay with it, you stay silent despite being unsure how to feel about it.
Surely Yunho would have said something by now if this wasn’t okay, right?
When the game is over, with San and Mingi winning, you move on to join Wooyoung and the others playing a party game on the console while your boyfriend steps away to the kitchen with San and Mingi.
“Since you keep fixing your dress, would you like to join me under the blanket and cover up?” Jongho offers from beside you on the floor.
You always thought of Jongho as the kind, gentle and level-headed dependable one of the group. He made you feel comfortable around him. Though, he’s still a little intimidating at times.
Nodding, you take him up on his offer.
“Come sit in my lap, we can snuggle up and get warm,” he says, lifting the blanket up for you. “I promise I’m comfortable. They don’t all call me a teddy bear for no reason.”
This was more skinship than you were ever used to. You still get shy just sitting in your own boyfriend's lap. You hesitate.
“I’m not really used to being that close to people,” you explain. “It feels strange.”
He gives you a reassuring smile, setting the blanket down and reaching for you.
“Well then, let’s get you used to it.”
And with that, he easily pulls you into his lap, making sure you’ve settled comfortably before he pulls the blanket over the two of you. He wraps his arms around your waist and you try not to focus on the strange feeling growing inside of you. Instead you distract yourself by watching everyone play the game.
You eventually forget about the discomfort especially when it’s your turn on the game. You’re having so much fun that you don’t notice Jongho’s hand caressing your inner thigh dangerously close to your pantyline.
When your turn on the game is over, you hand off the controller to Yeosang and settle back against Jongho. It isn’t until then that you feel his hand slipping between your thighs, stroking gently with his fingers slightly grazing against your core.
The pounding in your chest starts up again.
Jongho notices your face turning red as you go quiet again, squirming just right in his lap. His other hand grips your waist tight then he leans in and whispers, “Relax, I just like how your skin feels.”
Nodding, you stay quiet and let him continue.
His fingers continue to move against your core, eventually pressing into as he rubs you through your panties. You shift in his lap, a small whimper escaping you.
“Shh, stay quiet,” he shushes you.
Gripping onto his wrist, you try to pull it away. Instead, he slips a finger underneath the fabric, rubbing your clit in slow, taunting circles.
Confusion fills you as you're unsure how to feel. The way he's touching filled you with an unfamiliar pleasure, but at the same time it all feels so wrong.
“J-jongho… this wrong…”
“Is it?” He whispers. “It's making you feel good, isn’t it? It's not wrong if it feels good.”
You try your best not to squirm too much, but when you do, you feel him pressing against you. Slowly grinding up into you.
It wasn’t long before your boyfriend and his two friends finally came back into the room with some food, setting it on the coffee table.
Jongho lets go of you and you quickly crawl over to sit beside Yunho and Jongho follows, settling beside you, covering your lap with the blanket.
Even though everything is going as normal, you can't help this anxious feeling inside of you.
Everyone’s been acting strange tonight.
Touching you in ways they've never touched you before. Teasing you. Pressing themselves against you. You even begin to notice the way they keep looking at you and when you look at Yunho he just smiles like usual. As if nothing has changed.
Was it all just in your head?
Did Yunho tell them about your fantasy?
Just then you feel something press against you between your legs. You glance down and feel under the blanket. It's a foot.
You raise your gaze to see Seonghwa, who brings a finger to his lips, signaling for you to stay quiet followed by a wink.
Biting down on your lip, you do as told, too scared to say anything as he puts more pressure against your core. Your hips betray you for a moment, moving to grind against his foot but you quickly hold yourself still, cursing your body for reacting.
Yeosang calls your name and you turn to look at him.
“Will you help us clean up?”
“Of course!” You immediately shuffle to get up, happy to get away from whatever is happening to you, and start helping clear the table along with Yeosang and Mingi.
That's when things take a turn in a direction you never expected it to tonight.
When you finish cleaning, turning to leave the kitchen, Mingi grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him.
“Oh you sweet, sweet innocent little lamb…” Mingi says, voice deep and raspy. He cups your face, thumb tracing your lips. You stare into his eyes and you notice them turning darker by the second.
The pulsing of your heart gradually grows louder.
Little lamb? So he knows too, then?
A shaky breath escapes you.
You were almost sure at this point that they all knew. It had to be the case.
They way they left you so unsure and questioning things made it so much more exciting. This is exactly what you wanted.
“Look at you, you’re shaking,” Mingi lets out an amused chuckle. He forces your mouth open and shoves his middle and ring finger down your throat.
A small fearful whimper escapes you as you wince and close your eyes.
The big sweet, clumsy man you once knew is now completely gone.
And it scares you.
Not enough to stop this, though, no.
He shoves his fingers further down your throat, making you gag, and his grip on you tightens so much it hurts.
“Look at me.”
You open your eyes, tears slowly forming as his fingers continue to play in your throat. And he was just smiling, as if this was the most amusing thing he’s done all night.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this virgin throat of yours is well trained to take me,” he says, making you gag again and again. “Trust me, you’ll need it.”
When he finally retracts his fingers from your throat, you gasp for air and cough.
He releases you, and you stumble back with another cough. The first thing your eyes search for isn't an exit or anyone else in the room.
They search for Yunho.
It isn't a conscious choice. It's instinct.
Somewhere along the way, he'd become the person your mind reached for whenever it needed reassurance.
When you see him at the entry way your body moves on instinct, reaching for him.
“Yunho–”
Before you could even take a step towards him, you're grabbed by the back of the neck and pushed against Yeosang who had been watching the entire time, leaned against the counter.
They leave you with no room to escape as Mingi cages you in from behind and Yeosang grabs your throat, squeezing firmly as he forces his lips upon yours. You squirm trying to push away from him but Mingi grabs a hold of both your wrists, holding them firmly behind your back.
You try to protest but Yeosang takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, playing with your tongue. A muffled whine escapes you as you slowly grow lightheaded. As if on cue, Yeosang loosens his grip and as the pressure eased, you gasp for air.
Yeosang laughs into the kiss, apparently amused by your reactions.
Then, you feel something warm and heavy fill your palm. Mingi’s hand pushes your hand further, wrapping his fingers around yours, making you squeeze him.
Mingi’s deep groan does something to you, sending a tingle down to your core. It made you want to hear more, but the way he feels in your palm distracts you. He feels… big and that scared you as you wondered if you’d even be able to handle that.
You didn’t even like it when you tried using your own finger once, making you give up on masturbation all together.
Someone then grabs your arm, prying you away from the two boys. The person turns you to face him and you’re greeted by Wooyoung’s mischievous grin.
“Don’t be so greedy you two, I wanna play too,” then you hear Yeosang’s voice behind you, his chest pressing into your back. “We can all play together.”
Is the entire friend group in on this?
Wooyoung latches onto your neck with little restraint, his mouth moving greedily across your skin as he kisses and sucks at every patch he can reach. A breathless gasp slips from your lips as your hands instinctively clutch his arms, electric waves of pleasure shooting through your body and settling deep within your core.
“W-wait–” you’re cut off by your own moan. This was too much all at once, you didn’t know how to handle it.
Yeosang’s hands move up along your bare thighs, pushing your dress up. You immediately let go of Wooyoung's arms to pull down at the hem of your dress.
The guilt instilled in you by your parents since you were young began to settle into your chest.
This is wrong, so wrong. I’ll be punished for this.
But you remind yourself that you don’t want to care about that anymore. You asked for this. There's that and also the fact that the fear and guilt that built up inside of you only made you more excited and curious for more.
Yeosang presses his lips to your ear, a low amused chuckle escaping him.
“Come on, angel, you've been teasing us all night with this dress of yours and you're still adamant on hiding yourself?”
Wooyoung pulls back, looking at you with a smirk.
“Oh you poor little thing,” he coos, voice full of faux concern.
He tugs the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts. Your hands fly up immediately, pulling your dress up to cover your chest.
Then they laugh.
“Cute, but what are you gonna do about this?”
Yeosang lifts the skirt of your dress all the way and the boys watch with amusement as your face turns red with embarrassment and you try to pull it down.
You don't even get the chance to do that since Wooyoung immediately exposed your breasts again, laughing at you.
With one hand holding your skirt down the other holding the top up just barely covering you, you look to the entryway again. Yunho is gone.
That's when your breathing became more ragged, tears threatening to fall from the shame and embarrassment.
“Oh, the poor baby is gonna cry,” Wooyoung mocks with a playful pout.
Yeosang then grabs both of your arms, tying them behind your back with a silk cloth.
“Why are you so scared, little lamb? We’re just having fun with you,” your head turns to Mingi who’s wearing a sinister grin. “Come on, we shouldn’t leave out the others now, should we? It’s not fair for us to have all the fun by ourselves.”
Wooyoung and Yeosang hook their arms with yours.
“W-wait, no please! They can’t see me like this…” you protest, trying to resist them as they drag you through the kitchen.
They all ignore your pleas, moving through the dining room to the living room.
There you find Seonghwa and Hongjoong on the sofa with Hongjoong laying beneath Seonghwa, face beet red, as Seonghwa’s lips linger over his.
Sitting on the floor is a shirtless San with Jongho in his lap as they have a heated make out session.
Then there’s your boyfriend, Yunho, sitting on the sofa chair.
His eyes lock with yours and that gentle smile of his appears on his face. But his gaze was anything but gentle.
It scares you.
You’ve never seen him like this.
Sure, when he was gaming he’d have moments he’d get angry and his aura would intensify, but that was different. You’ve only ever known the gentle, patient side of Yunho.
Suddenly, you’re being pushed down to the ground and you let out a yelp as you land on your side.
“Who wants to play?” Mingi asks.
“Take the dress off.”
It was a firm command, tone full of authority. It was… Yunho?
As Mingi lowers himself, working on undoing the zipper on your dress, you lift your head to look at him.
For a moment, you simply stare at each other.
Then, little by little, your thoughts begin to spiral, your emotions crashing into one another faster than you can process them.
Fear.
Anxiety.
Betrayal.
...Anger?
A deep, steady voice cuts through the chaos.
"Color?"
Your brows knit together.
Color...?
Then it hits you.
Color.
Right.
The traffic light system.
It’s what you decided on when you made your post back then.
You take a moment to take in your emotions. To figure them out.
For so long, you'd believed fear and guilt were the same thing.
Every time you'd wanted something your parents wouldn't approve of, you had assumed the knot in your stomach was proof you were making the wrong choice.
It took leaving home to understand that sometimes fear was simply the feeling of doing something new.
The question isn't whether you’re afraid.
The question is, underneath that fear, do you still want to take the next step?
For perhaps the first time in your life, you stopped asking yourself what everyone else expects of you.
You ask yourself what you want.
A tear falls from your eye.
You aren’t sure if it’s your heightened emotions from the scene, or the realization that for once you are in control of what happens next.
Whatever it is, you swallow the lump in your throat and give a simple answer.
“Green.”
He nods once, relaxing as he sits back to watch.
Someone then turns you onto your back and it’s not until Wooyoung straddles you that you realize you are now completely naked.
When you put on the dress tonight, you never imagined you’d become even more exposed than you were wearing the dress. But now here you are, your first time ever being naked in front of anyone and it’s to a room full of men.
Seeing the way everyone is now looking at you like a pack of hungry wolves, staring at your body, your face turns red and you regret even looking around the room. But your attention quickly returns to Wooyoung when you feel him bite into your nipple.
A sharp gasp escapes you, back arching up.
“That hurts—”
Someone lifts your body up, pulling you into their lap. Tilting your head back, you see Jongho, who then grabs you by your ponytail before pressing his lips to yours.
You shut your eyes, keeping your lips shut tight as you whine muffled protests.
Wooyoung kisses down your body, nipping and sucking here and there, leaving marks on you. Proof that your once pure body is no longer that. He was now getting dangerously close to your core, kissing over your mound.
And before you know it, you’re squirming as whimpered cries leave you, muffled by Jongho’s lips who then bites your lip hard enough to make you bleed.
Shame and guilt fills you once more as Wooyoung devours your pretty little cunt.
But it feels so fucking good.
You refuse to admit it though.
Jongho then roughly tugs on your hair, tilting your head back further to bury his face in the crook of your neck, leaving some of his own marks there. You try to squirm out of their grasp but Wooyoung tightly wraps his arms around your thighs, firmly holding you in place, refusing to let his meal escape from him.
Just then Yeosang joins in on the action, latching onto your nipple, sucking and nipping at the bud.
You grow overwhelmed, not knowing where to focus, how to think.
“Please—” you barely manage to squeeze the word out.
A hand reaches to caress your face gently from the side. Your eyes roll to the side and there you see Seonghwa, dangerously close as he coos.
“Please what, babydoll?”
“‘S too much…” you breathe. “Can’t…please…stop,”
His brows furrow up, lips protruding into a small pout.
“Oh, you poor thing…” his fingers slowly move across your skin towards your mouth. “Did you actually think I was taking requests from you?”
Three of his fingers now fill your mouth.
“Did you think you were playing with us?” He chuckles, pushing his fingers deeper into your throat, triggering your gag reflex. “No, darling. Only we get to play this game, you’re the toy who gets to just take it.”
His eyes. His voice. His entire aura.
It was just… demonic.
Tears fall down your face as he shamelessly fucks your throat with just his fingers.
The night is just barely getting started and you already feel so… defiled.
Wooyoung slips a finger inside you, working your tight, virgin cunt open before adding a second, then a third as his pace steadily quickens. Every slow curl of his fingers finds that same sensitive spot deep inside you, never letting up, while his lips remain wrapped around your clit.
Your body starts shaking before you even realize what's happening. Your hips squirm beneath him, every moan caught in your throat, escaping only as broken whimpers around Seonghwa's fingers as the pressure keeps building.
It becomes too much to hold back. The feeling spreads through your entire body until it finally snaps, your muscles tightening as wave after wave rushes over you, leaving you trembling when it finally eases.
For a moment you fall into a daze.
Your vision blurring, body still trembling as your breaths come in short, heavy pants, your chest rising and falling uncontrollably.
When you’re finally able to form your thoughts again, you realize you just had your first orgasm.
And it was… amazing.
Blinking away the blur, you look to the four men whose gazes are fixed on you. Jongho holds you tight and Seonghwa’s fingers no longer fill your throat.
When your eyes land on Wooyoung, the corner of his lip curls into a smirk.
"Thought we lost you there for a second, pretty."
Seonghwa caresses your face, turning you to face him. He gently presses his lips to yours, and as your lips part, he speaks.
"Such a sweet mess. You cum like a pretty little whore," he murmurs before dragging his tongue across your cheek, licking away your tears. "Mmm... how does it feel? Becoming the very thing your parents tried so hard to prevent? A disgrace to your church..."
His words settle deep in your chest.
Suddenly, you're painfully aware of yourself.
The marks scattered across your skin.
The tears still clinging to your lashes.
The fact that you're completely exposed, every pair of eyes in the room having witnessed one of the most intimate moments of your life.
Heat floods your face, your stomach twisting into tight knots. Every instinct screams at you to disappear.
You instinctively try to curl into yourself, but the restraints around your wrists limits you. Instead, your shoulders hunch over your chest and your knees draw up, desperately trying to shield what little you can of your naked body.
“Bring her here,” the familiar voice makes you look up. “On her knees.”
Seonghwa lifts you to your feet and you stumble a bit as he brings you to Yunho, pushing you to your knees.
Yunho sits like a king before you. Laid back, one arm propped up on the sofa arm with his chin resting on his fist and his legs spread wide. He looks down at you almost condescendingly, as if judging you.
“Kneel properly, back straight.” He orders.
Not wanting to disappoint him, you immediately fix your posture.
“Good. Tonight, I am your god and you will worship me.” Your stomach twists, brows furrowing in confusion.
“But… it’s a sin to play god–”
“Do not talk back to me,” he growls, leaning forward. “You will address me as your god when you speak to me, you will not question me.”
The hairs on the back of your neck stand and you swallow.
You stay silent, too afraid to even try it.
He raises a brow.
“Well?”
You shake your head, refusing.
“So you want to be a brat?” He leans back again, signalling to the others.
“Well then, let’s see how long you can last before calling to me.”
Someone grabs you from behind, repositioning you on the floor so that you are now bent over, ass up and cheek pressed to the floor. You still have a view of Yunho from where you are.
A hand then smooths over your ass, lingering there for a moment.
“We’re counting to 10, if you mess up we start over.”
It’s San.
Your lips part but only a small whimper escapes your throat.
His hand lifts off of you before sharply landing against your flesh. The sound fills the room along with your gasp.
There’s a pause as he waits for you.
“Count unless you want to be here all night.”
Shaking your head, you force yourself to speak.
“O-one.”
Another smack lands.
“Two…”
After the third smack, your mind takes you back to when you were younger. When you used to attend Sunday school at the church.
Anytime you made a mistake or couldn’t memorize something properly, you’d get a spanking from your teacher in front of all the students. It was humiliating, having so many eyes on you as you were punished. Just like now.
You forget to count a few times, completely losing just how many spankings you’ve gotten.
It had started to sting a few counts back, but now it’s starting to get painful enough to make your tears spill.
Just like back then, you are being punished. Punished for not listening and following instructions.
You deserved it then, you deserve it now.
And you feel ashamed. Ashamed because your punishment now has more of an impact on you than it did back then.
You’ve disappointed the man you love and for some reason that hurts more than the thought of disappointing God.
With a sniffle, you stop counting.
“I’m sorry, please forgive me, my Lord,” your voice comes out soft, a lump forming in your throat.
San pauses his actions.
“Louder.” Yunho commands.
“I’m sorry, my Lord–” you say it louder this time, but you choke on your words.
“Which lord are you addressing? Your God, or me?”
“You. You. Your holiness, my savior, my—” in the middle of praising him you start crying. “M-my master… please. Please, I’ll do anything.”
There’s a moment of silence and you try to look at him to see if he’s satisfied. But your tears blur your vision. But then you feel something cold press against your asshole, making you shudder. Then, slowly, something pushes into you, making you gasp.
“The only thing I want right now is to watch my sweet little lamb get defiled and used,” Yunho says.
“Don’t worry, pretty girl, I’ll make sure to get you nice and stretched out for us,” Yeosang says.
His finger moves inside of you. You didn’t like how it felt, it was strange, but you didn’t like it even more when he began to push a second finger in. A painful whimper escapes you and you struggle against the restraint on your wrists.
“It hurts,” you cry softly.
“I’ll give you a distraction then,” lifting your head, you see San stripping himself free of his pants and underwear. Now you weren’t the only person in the room completely naked.
He lifts you to sit up on your knees and rests his hand on the top of your head, his other wrapped around his erection.
You can’t help but look away. You were always taught to never look at another person's naked body, especially not a man's.
It’s indecent.
“Look at me,” he tilts your head up.
“Wait…” a smirk grows on his face, one brow raising.
“Don’t tell me… is this your first time seeing a dick?”
You don’t respond.
He chuckles, tapping the tip of his cock against your cheek.
“It is, isn't it? I’m honored to be your first experience with cock then,” he brings the tip to your lips, pressing against them. “Now open up.”
Scared, you keep your mouth shut.
Yunho was supposed to be your first, but he hasn’t touched you once the entire night. Did he not want to be your first? Did he hate the idea of it?
A third finger stretches you out and your lips part as you let out a painful moan.
San, of course, takes this opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth. You try to pull away but he holds your head in place.
“Fuck, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”
You shut your eyes tight as you take in the pain of Yeosang’s fingers stretching you out, a muffled whine releasing around San’s erection.
“Suck on it,” he groans. But you shake your head, glaring up at him.
It’s supposed to be Yunho. How dare he take what belongs to him.
“Oh? You really are a brat, huh?”
He wraps your ponytail around his hand and pulls on it.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Trying not to wince from the pain, you keep your eyes locked on his, holding your stance.
He raises a brow, amused by your defiance.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He pushes your head forward, making you take more of him until you gag. His hips begin rolling as he slowly fucks your mouth.
From behind, you feel Yeosang’s fingers leave you and you feel your body relax. But that’s short lived as you feel a cold object press against your hole.
“Relax or it’s gonna hurt.”
You whimper in response, closing your eyes. You know he’s going to push whatever it is into you whether you listen or not. So you opt to listen, letting out a shaky breath through your nose as you allow yourself to relax.
Then, slowly, Yeosang pushes the cold object into you.
You let out a choked cry, toes curling from the pain as Yeosang shushes you. Then once the object is fully inside you, you feel Yeosang’s lips trail along your back, as his hand moves from your waist to the front. His fingers press against your sensitive bud, making you instinctively press your legs together.
Grabbing your thigh with his other hand, he forces your leg open to continue his ministrations on you.
San’s cock leaves your mouth and you cough out as you catch your breath. A trail of saliva connects from his tip to your lips as drool slowly drips down your chin.
Thinking you finally get to catch your breath, you lower your guard.
Almost immediately, you're shown why you shouldn’t have done that as someone grabs your head, tilting it back for you to see him.
Mingi stands there with a sinister grin, biting down on his lip. His jeans are undone, cock out and ready for you as he slowly strokes it.
It was larger than you expected it to be, much larger than Sans, both in length and girth. Your eyes are wide and shaking with fear. You can’t handle something that big, can you? It’s too much. How could anyone handle that?
When he moves his hips closer, you press your lips shut and turn your face away.
Suddenly he slaps you in the face. It wasn’t a harsh slap, it didn’t hurt, but it did shock you.
He slaps you once more, making you face him again. Then he grabs your jaw, prying it open.
“What’s the matter? Too big for you?”
You try to answer but a cracked whimper leaves you instead as Yeosang pushes his fingers into you.
The tip of Mingi’s cock now sits at the tip of your tongue, heavy and warm.
“Lick it. And don’t make me ask twice.”
Hesitantly, you do as told, tongue swirling around the tip. He then guides your head lower so you can lick the shaft. And you do. You don’t want to know what he would do if you didn’t.
The tip enters your mouth again and you assume he wants you to suck so you do.
But then your head is suddenly pushed all the way forward until your nose hits his pelvis and you gag hard as his cock fills your throat.
Every coherent thought is gone from your mind and you squeeze your eyes shut on instinct from panic and surprise. Tears drip from your eyes, body instinctively trying to gasp for air as you squirm.
And it doesn’t help that Yeosang’s fingering intensifies. You resist the restraints on your hands as you push back against Yeosang, trying to push him away.
Then right beside you someone chuckles.
“You should try to breathe from your nose,” it’s Wooyoung. He holds your head in place and places a kiss on your cheek.
Taking in his advice, you slowly start to breathe through your nose. And when you open your eyes, you’re met with Mingi’s intense gaze.
“Wooyoung, you’ve enjoyed your moment. Let her go, she’s mine right now,” he orders and Wooyoung lets out a whine.
“Oh so you guys can do that to me, but I can’t do it to someone else?”
“Exactly. Come here,” you glance towards San who’s gesturing for Wooyoung to come to him.
Wooyoung listens, kneeling in front of San.
“Open.”
Obeying his order, his lips part and San pushes himself into his mouth.
“Since you seem like you really want to choke on some cock, why don’t you choke on mine?”
Despite currently being used, heat still rushes to your face as you see the two. You’ve never expected them to be into the same sex. Not that you were against it, you quickly learned to accept same-sex relationships upon entering college.
Everything you’ve ever learned to be wrong growing up is currently happening in this very room.
So much sin, so much…blasphemy.
Unsure if you should be watching this intimacy between them, you still can’t help but watch as San fucks Wooyoung’s throat.
You can’t tell if this new feeling blooming at your core is because you’re turned on by it or if it was because of Yeosang playing with your pussy.
You’re attention is brought back to Mingi as he slowly starts to fuck your throat, letting out low deep groans with every roll of his hips. The room fills with the sounds of both you and Wooyoung’s gagging and San and Mingi’s sighs and groans all mixing together.
Suddenly, you feel empty as Yeosang’s fingers leave you.
When Yeosang leaves, Jongho joins Mingi as they take turns fucking your throat, turning you into an absolute mess.
And the boys enjoy it.
The sight of your mascara and eyeliner streaking down your face, mixing with your tears. Saliva dripping from your chin. The sounds of your gagging and ragged breaths. The way you squirm and struggle.
To them, you're a masterpiece in the making.
Eventually, they relent, finally giving you a moment to breathe.
Then, you feel someone's fingers slip beneath your chin, gently lifting your head.
Blinking away the blur of your tears, your gaze slowly focuses.
Yunho.
“Do you want water?”
You nod.
“Ask me properly.”
“Please…” Your voice barely comes out above a whisper.
“Please what?”
A heaviness settles in your chest. You want to cry, but you force yourself to swallow the lump in your throat before quietly begging,
“Please, Your Grace... may I have some water?”
He presses the mouth of the bottle to your lips, tilting it just enough for you to drink. As you swallow, a little water escapes the corners of your mouth, spilling down your chin.
When you finish drinking, he sets the bottle aside before lowering himself to your level. Cupping your face between his large hands, he presses his lips to yours.
You kiss him back, though you hesitate for the briefest moment. You're not sure why you did but you push the uncertainty aside, letting yourself follow his lead as your lips move together, losing yourself in the kiss. As it deepens, he gently lifts you onto your knees.
You’re so absorbed in him, you barely notice Jongho kneeling behind you.
Only when Yunho lowers your hips do you realize something has been positioned beneath you. Your knees settle on either side of a low, leather-padded saddle mounted on a sturdy base. An unfamiliar object presses into you as he guides you the rest of the way down until you're fully seated. Before you can make sense of what you're sitting on or ask a question, Yunho deepens the kiss.
Then, suddenly, the machine beneath you hums to life.
The unexpected sensation tears a gasp from your throat, your body jolting in surprise. It's overwhelming, far more intense than you can handle.
Instinctively, your hips jerk as you try to pull away, but Yunho's hands remain firm, holding you steady.
Trying to break the kiss, you plead,
“P-please—”
His lips capture yours again, but it doesn't stop you from begging into the kiss.
“It's too much,” you cry as he shows no sign of answering your pleas. “I can't do this. I can't... it's too much.”
You wriggle and squirm, but it's useless.
Every movement only drives the vibrating saddle beneath you more firmly against you, the one seated between your legs pressing deeper with each desperate shift of your hips. At the same time, the plug Yeosang had placed inside you earlier creates its own steady pressure from behind, the two unfamiliar sensations leaving you trembling as another helpless moan escapes into Yunho's mouth.
"Shhh, just let it happen. You're my perfect little toy ... aren't you?"
Shaking your head, he takes your lips again and guides your hips to grind against the saddle beneath you. The vibrations were overwhelming.
It isn’t too long before your body starts convulsing again, this time it’s more intense.
A cry rips from your throat as you toss your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Yunho wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he kisses along your neck. Your body shakes in his arms but he doesn’t let you off of the saddle nor turn it off.
He’s overstimulating you.
“Please, please god,” you sob. “Make it stop please.”
He holds you tighter in his arms and finally switches it off.
Your body is still shaking.
"Shhh, I know it’s too much. But you’re doing so good for me. Just breathe and let me ruin you."
Clenching your fists, your brows furrow together.
“...hate you…” you barely manage a whisper.
“What was that, little lamb?”
“I hate you.” This time you say it more clearly.
But he laughs.
“Do you, now?” He asks, placing a hand over your head, gently stroking.
You nod.
Even though you aren’t sure that’s what you’re feeling, you said it anyway.
But he took it, allowing you to say what you want. And despite using such hateful words to him, he still holds you close, keeping the silence between you.
As the silence draws out, you start noticing what’s happening behind Yunho on the couch.
There you see Seonghwa behind Hongjoong, choking him with one hand as Hongjoong grasps tightly onto his arm, while Seonghwa’s other hand is busy stretching out his asshole.
Hongjoong is a virgin like you. You remember he confessed it to you once when you felt insecure about being a virgin yourself.
Then your attention is brought back to Yunho as he whispers in your ear.
“Color?”
You realize then, Yunho was giving you a moment to calm down and recollect your emotions. You don’t feel hateful towards him anymore.
“Green.”
He then frees your wrists from their constraints and you reach around him to hug him but he doesn’t allow you to do that.
You’re lifted off the saddle and brought over to Mingi who’s laid half way on the couch, his upper body resting against the pillows on the arm of the couch with his cock standing tall and proud before you. He’s still in his shirt with his jeans only pushed partially down his thighs.
“You’re gonna fuck yourself with that,” Yunho whispers in your ear.
Eyes widening, you shake your head and attempt to move away but Yunho grabs a hold of you and brings you closer to Mingi. You begin to squirm, kicking away from the sofa.
“No! He’s too big,” you protest. “I don’t want it, please!”
Despite you trying to wriggle out of his hold, he manages to lift you up and set you down over Mingi’s lap. Shaking your head, you try to push yourself away with your legs.
“No no no!”
Yunho’s arms wrap around your body tight while Mingi grabs a hold of your waist. Then in you ear, Yunho growls.
“Are you trying to disobey me?”
You go silent, only a small whine escaping you.
“I don’t care if it hurts, you’re going to fuck yourself on him for me.”
Breaking out in a sob, you shake your head, resuming your fight.
“No please–I want my master's cock inside me instead. You’re supposed to be the one to take me…”
His fingers thread into your now-messy ponytail, his other hand gripping your jaw tightly.
“Do you not love me? Are you not my loyal servant who would do anything for me?”
You swallow hard before giving a shaky nod.
“I-I love you,” you sob, your voice trembling. “I'd do anything for you... my Lord.”
The last two words catch in your throat, barely more than a whisper as tears spill down your cheeks.
“I want to watch you be ruined in the hands of my friends. I want to watch you cry as they take your purity away from you…” He releases you with a shove, sending you stumbling forward. You fall against Mingi's chest with a startled gasp.
“And depending on how well you do, and only then, I may consider allowing you to have me.”
Yunho takes a seat back in his armchair.
You slowly push yourself upright against Mingi's chest, your trembling hands instinctively clutching at his shirt as your eyes land on Yunho’s.
Desperation shines through your tears.
You want to beg him to stay.
Instead, all you can do is stare at him, your lips trembling as you struggle to hold back another sob.
Mingi holds your hips down, his cock fitting snuggly against your soaking wet pussy as he guides your hips to grind against him.
“You’re so fucking wet, I bet I’d slip right in,” he groans.
Your eyes fall on Mingi’s and you shake your head.
From behind, Seonghwa hooks his arms around yours, lifting you to your knees. And with one hand still on your hip, Mingi adjusts the tip of his cock at your entrance.
“No…” you quietly whimper.
“Fight all you want, doll. I know you secretly want this,” Seonghwa mutters in your ear. “In fact, you desperately want it. That’s why you’re so wet.”
And then you feel him enter you—slowly—as both Seonghwa and Mingi lower you down on Mingi’s erection… inch by inch. Shutting your eyes tight, you bite down on your lip, muffling your own helpless whines.
“You like that, huh? The way he’s stretching out that beautiful tight virgin cunt of yours?”
Shaking your head, you barely whisper a response.
“It hurts.”
They lower you until you've taken all of him, and Seonghwa finally lets go.
Your body nearly falls forward, but you catch yourself against Mingi's broad chest to keep yourself propped up.
Barely giving you a moment to adjust, Mingi guides your hips once more, slowly rocking you back and forth against him. A deep, rumbling moan vibrates through his chest beneath your hands.
“Fuck...” he groans, his voice low and strained. “So damn tight...”
Someone takes your hand.
When you look up, you see Jongho standing behind Hongjoong, his arms wrapped loosely around his waist as he guides your hand around Hongjoong's erection.
Hongjoong's face is bright red.
“Jongho...”
“How do you like that, Hongjoong?” Jongho teases as he guides your hand. “A pretty girl's soft hand wrapped around you...”
Hongjoong glances back over his shoulder, only for Jongho to capture his lips in a kiss.
A startled yelp escapes you as Mingi suddenly thrusts upward.
Again.
And again.
The pain is gone now. Instead… It feels good.
You hate yourself for it.
Pressing your lips together, you fight to keep any hint of pleasure from showing on your face.
Then your eyes drift across the room.
Wooyoung, now completely bare, climbs effortlessly into Yunho's lap.
Yunho welcomes him without hesitation, his hands settling naturally at Wooyoung's ass as their lips meet in a passionate, yet heated kiss.
Something twists painfully in your chest.
Why… Why does Wooyoung get him so easily?
Why does he get to be in Yunho's arms while you're left begging for even a glance?
That should be you.
Your nails dig into Mingi's chest while your other hand clenches around Hongjoong. A low, strained sound rumbles from Mingi, while Hongjoong's breath catches.
But you ignore them as you watch the other two.
Wooyoung pulls Yunho’s pants, freeing him. You can’t see it at the angle they’re in but you can tell Wooyoung was stroking his cock. You want to see it so bad. Why does he get to see it but not you?
Yunho slides a finger into Wooyoung’s ass hole, fingering him, prompting a moan from the smaller male as he pushes his ass back to chase his fingers.
Just then, Mingi starts thrusting harder, forcing your attention back to him.
“What's wrong?” he teases with a dark chuckle, his grip on your hips tightening. “Jealous that your man has his attention on a pretty boy instead of you?”
His hands hold you firmly in place.
“Don't worry, little lamb. I'll make you feel really good. Just keep your eyes on me.”
As he picks up his pace, you have no choice but to cling to him, struggling to keep your balance.
Your body trembles uncontrollably, your thighs tightening around his hips as wave after wave of overwhelming sensation crashes through you.
Your own body is betraying you.
Shame coils tightly in your chest.
How could you let another man make you feel this way when your boyfriend is right there?
It isn't right. You're not supposed to enjoy another man's touch.
You're losing control.
Then, before you even realize it, a broken, breathless sound slips past your lips.
Mingi pauses for only a second before letting out a disbelieving laugh.
“Are you...?” He grins, resuming his previous movements as he fucks into you. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?”
Your eyes immediately search for Yunho.
He's already looking at you, one brow raised.
Heat and shame wash over you all at once. Tears blur your vision as you shake your head over and over.
“No,” you choke out. “No...”
From behind, someone wraps their fingers around your throat, choking you.
You gasp.
That sensation is beginning to feel good too.
Your eyes fall to Yunho again, who's already watching you. His gaze is steady, unwavering. It's almost as if he knows exactly what you're thinking.
Can he...?
Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt.
Of course he can.
He's your god. He sees everything. Knows everything.
Your body begins to tremble in fear.
Please...
You don't dare say the words aloud.
Please don't look inside my head.
Please don't see what I'm thinking.
"Look at you trying to say no while your hips keep pushing back. That’s my perfect little liar." Mingi praises.
Mingi pauses his movements, watching as your hips chase for more as if they have a mind of their own.
“Think your ass hole is ready to take one of us?” San whispers from behind you.
You don’t answer.
With his grip still on your throat, he pulls the object inside of you out and you feel some relief. Then he finally lets go of your throat and you take a deep breath as he pushes your body forward.
Hongjoong is then guided to settle behind you and you hear the sound of something plastic ripping open. Then, something slowly pushes into your other entrance and you gasp, clawing at Mingi’s chest as he wraps his arms around you, holding you in place.
“W-wait, stop. It hurts!”
You try to fight against Mingi’s grasp but he just laughs.
"Go ahead and fight a little more. I love feeling you clench when you realize you’re not getting away… and how soaked that makes you."
A sob rips out of you.
You hate this. You hate how right he is.
Hongjoong lets out a sigh behind you once he's fully inside you, then slowly starts moving his hips as Mingi also resumes his movement, matching Hongjoong's pace.
You feel fingers tangle in your hair.
"Grab it nice and tight, but not too hard. You don't want to rip her hair out," you hear Seonghwa softly explain.
You assume he's talking to Hongjoong, who's now holding the side of your face firmly against Mingi's chest.
"Doesn't she feel good around your little virgin cock?"
Hongjoong answers with a breathless whine. "Y-yes... she's so tight."
Seonghwa then starts stripping out of his clothes and slides a condom on before moving back behind you and Hongjoong.
“Hold still,” you hear him say.
Hongjoong stills his movement then you hear him gasp, a whimper following.
Then after a brief moment you feel Hongjoong fall forward on top of you, his hips pushing into you as he moans into your ear.
“Fuck, Hongjoong, you feel so good,” Seonghwa groans.
Is he fucking Hongjoong on top of you?
Then everything starts again.
Faster, harder, deeper.
Your mind can't keep up anymore.
Too much movement. Too many bodies. Too many sensations.
Your gaze drifts across the room, landing on Wooyoung riding Yunho.
Your thoughts blur together as you struggle to process everything happening around you.
Another orgasm builds as your walls begin to flutter around Mingi's cock.
That's when he stills.
"Don't fucking cum yet."
You barely register his words.
Before you know it, they're lifting you up and laying you across the cold surface of the wooden coffee table.
You don't fight back this time.
Instead, you watch everyone gather around you.
Yeosang and Wooyoung each move to one side of you, lips latching onto your nipples while Hongjoong and Jongho each take one of your hands to wrap around their cocks.
Then San moves between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance, and you take him.
You take him like the good little toy they want you to be.
You don't have it in you to fight back anymore.
You're so deep in your haze that you don't even notice Yunho standing over you.
"Little lamb..."
The sound of his voice draws your eyes to him. The moment you realize it's him, a small smile spreads across your face.
"Yes, Your Grace?" you answer, your voice soft, almost dreamlike.
Your gaze drifts upward.
He's standing above you, watching you with erection before you. It’s almost as big as Mingi’s, not as girthy, but still big.
"Your god will answer your prayers now," he says, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. “Open wide for me.”
Without hesitation, you obey, parting your lips and he slowly guides himself deep into your throat.
But he’s not gentle as you expected him to be. No. He fucks your throat like it’s his to do as he pleases with it… and it is.
San also picks up his pace, driving into you with an almost desperate roughness.
You are truly being used like the toy Seonghwa said you were.
“Look at this,” Yunho says, fingers tracing over your neck. “You can see the outline of me filling your throat… so beautiful.”
His fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan around his length.
"That's it, my little angel. Take it. You're such a good girl for being so still...“ he groans.
“I'm so proud of you,” he continues praising. “You're not even fighting anymore. My perfect little disciple.”
His praise only makes the butterflies inside you flutter even harder as your climax draws closer.
From the corner of your eye, you see Yeosang and Wooyoung standing over you, each lost in the moment as they jerk themselves off. You think you catch Seonghwa and Mingi doing the same, though your hazy mind can barely make sense of what's happening anymore.
Your body begins to tremble, and as San's rhythm never falters, the last thread of resistance inside you snaps. Your hips jerk involuntarily as another orgasm crashes over you.
You hear San curse before quickly pulling out, spilling himself across your abdomen. Hongjoong and Jongho soon follow, each releasing themselves over your body.
San steps away only for Wooyoung to replace him. His cock filling you as he fucks you desperately.
He soon also reaches his climax, pulling out to cum over your body.
But you don't stay empty for long after him, either.
This time Hongjoong takes his place.
They take their turns with you. Fucking your little pussy one by one before releasing themselves all over your body.
The sensation leaves you feeling dirty.
Tainted.
It should disgust you. Instead, it feels so confusingly good.
Then Mingi fills you once more. Driving himself deep into you, relentlessly fucking you. So deep, so rough.
And then you notice both Yunho and Mingi's movements become desperate and unsynced as they grab onto each other, one hand still on your throat, squeezing a little tighter.
The two men make out desperately, sloppily, above you as you choke and gag on Yunho's length.
Mingi's hips stutter and he pushes himself deep into you as he releases his seed inside of you, filling you up.
And not too long after, Yunho reaches his own climax. The feeling of him filling your throat catches you off guard but you instinctively swallow as to not choke on him.
And soon, both of them leave you feeling empty as they pull out of you.
“Fuck. Look at you,” he says breathlessly as he grabs his phone to take a picture of you. He shows you the screen.
“You’re an absolute fucking mess. So perfectly undone and ruined.”
You stare at the picture.
You look at the way you’re covered in their traces. Hickies and bruises also all over your body.
Whatever innocence you had is gone.
You are no longer what your parents worked so hard to prevent you to be.
You are no longer the perfect little girl they wanted you to be.
Everyone around starts moving, cleaning up, as you lie there catching your breath and staring at the ceiling.
Something in your gut starts bubbling up, rising into your chest, but before it can swallow you whole, you're pulled into a familiar warmth.
Yunho.
He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as one hand comes up to cradle the back of your head.
“Shh…” he hushes softly. “I’m right here, stay with me.”
His voice is quiet, steady, calming your nerves.
“You did so good, my love,” his thumb gently brushes against your head.
You close your eyes, focusing on the sound of his heart beat.
“I need you to breathe with me, don’t think, just breathe.”
When his chest begins rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, you find yourself following his lead.
"How are you feeling?" he asks softly.
You try to answer. You really do.
But the words never come.
Not because you don't want to answer. You simply don't have the energy.
He gently lifts your chin so he can look at you.
"Let's go take a bath?"
You give him a small nod.
He carefully lifts you into his arms and carries you to an already drawn bath. You assume one of the others must have prepared it, though the thought barely lingers before it slips away.
Yunho takes his time bathing you, his movements slow and gentle, working the tension from your muscles without rushing. When he's finished, he dries you off, helps you into one of his oversized T-shirts, then carries you back to his room.
He settles you into his bed before climbing in beside you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.
As your eyes begin to drift closed, one last thought slips into your mind.
“Do you hate me?”
You feel him stiffen at the question. Then his arms tighten around you as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
"Darling, I absolutely adore you," he murmurs. "You have no idea how much I love you. I could never hate you. There is nothing you could ever do that would make me hate you."
His words ease the tightness in your chest, but one question still lingers.
“Then why didn’t you take me today…?”
His hand moves in slow, soothing circles against your back.
"I wanted to make sure your fantasy came true first, baby," he says softly. "Your happiness comes first."
He pauses for a moment before asking gently,
"Did I make you happy? Did I make your wish come true?"
And he really did.
It was more intense than you ever imagined it could be. So much happened that you still could barely register it all.
But it was exciting.
It broke you away from everything you wanted to break away from.
“Yes, but… how’d you know it was me? How did you find my post?”
The truth is, he found your post long before he ever met you.
He was a member of the same forum, and when he came across it, it immediately caught his attention. Your fantasies aligned almost perfectly with his and his friends'.
From that day on, he kept an eye out for you, always searching for that necklace you had mentioned.
Then, one day, he found you.
He had been looking through a photo he'd posted from one of his esports events. It was a selfie with the crowd behind him, and there you were, standing only a few feet away with your necklace hanging clearly around your neck.
He'd zoomed in, comparing it to the photos from your post over and over just to make sure he wasn't imagining it.
Once he was certain, he started asking around about you until someone finally told him who you were and where he was most likely to find you.
He never expected to fall in love with you.
The plan had simply been to find you and guide you straight into the “trap” they had prepared.
But now, here he is, holding you in his arms, unable to imagine being anywhere else.
He can't picture a future without you.
His explanation warms your heart.
You can't picture a future without him either.
The two of you can't help but feel as though you're soulmates, as if the two of you were always meant to find each other.
"I love you," you whisper.
"I love you too, my precious little lamb," he replies, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "But don't worry... I have one more surprise waiting for you in the morning."
A small flutter blooms in your chest, and despite your exhaustion, you find yourself looking forward to whatever he has planned.
But for now, you let yourself drift to sleep.
