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hencheri · 6 days ago

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▸ 18+ mdni.

kun loves you, and he loves his friends as much, but he can't seem to refuse them anything—even when it's about having a taste of you.

| pairing. bf!kun x fem!reader (ft. xiaohenwin)

| warnings. noncon, extremely mean kun!!, exhibitionism, coercion, degradation, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, i am not kidding kun is very despicable in this.

| wc. 3.5k

⤷ part of my 1k event.

you cling to kun like glue, glancing at his friends like they’re wild animals about to eat you alive. their gazes have never been so invasive and insistent, and this doesn’t seem to alert your boyfriend at all.

it’s like he knows. oh, he definitely knows.

you shift closer to kun on the couch, eyes strained to the floor, not daring to look up and potentially meet someone’s gaze. everyone talks to each other, except you, keeping quiet. you’re not really talkative in general, but this time it’s like you don’t belong here.

kun mostly ignores the tugs on his t-shirt, only giving you attention when it’s to poke fun at you, making all of his friends laugh. you hate hanging out with them and how your boyfriend becomes ruthless with his degrading comments when they’re here.

your face always burns, feeling everyone’s eye on you, lingering longer than normally. you’ve always thought kun had really bad taste when it comes to friends, considering how they never hide their clear attraction to you, but tonight, you think that maybe there’s a reason why kun has such despicable friends.

you’re clueless when kun pulls you up with him at the same time winwin does, walking to your bedroom. it’s like they both understand each other without saying a word, like it had already been discussed.

your stomach clenches, biting the inside of your cheek as you watch kun sending a knowing look at winwin. when you reach the door to your bedroom, kun turns to you.

“i want you to be nice to sicheng,” he tells you with a stern face, holding both of your arms in his hands. you slowly connect the dots, and when you steal a glance toward winwin, you understand that all the inappropriate looks thrown your way before was something your boyfriend allowed.

you feel water collecting at your lash lines as you look up at kun. you shake your head from side to side.

you notice him clenching his jaw, slightly tilting his head. “it wasn’t a proposition. be good,” he whispers, squeezing your arms as a warning. he stares at you for a few seconds, and seeing that you don’t protest, he nods. “i’ll be in the living room.”

with that, he leaves you alone with winwin, joining the others in the other room. you watch kun walk away, completely shocked and terrified.

you turn your head back at winwin who’s standing by the door, giving you a small smile before taking your hand in his. you have to raise your head to look at him and the kind expression on his face doesn’t succeed in calming you down.

did your boyfriend just offer you to his friend?

winwin pulls you into the bedroom, closing the door behind him, not forgetting to lock it. you bite your inner cheek harder and you can feel the rusty taste of blood invading your mouth.

you stand in the middle of the room as he approaches you carefully. he still has this smile on his face that usually sets you at ease, but now you really don’t like it.

winwin is the only friend you’ve ever appreciated—he’s kind, respectful, and a little shy like you. you never talk to him much, but you don’t feel scared in his presence. don’t feel sexualized. except for now.

the warmth of winwin’s body almost suffocates you, his heavy breath hitting your cheek as he pants loudly, his hips sloppily moving back and forth between your legs. he chokes on his moans, gulping down as he feels your walls involuntarily closing around him.

the situation makes you feel so ashamed you can’t even look at winwin, even though he constantly grabs your chin and turns your head in his way whenever it falls to the side. your stomach flutters at the sight of his pouty lips, eyes begging for your attention, but the feeling is short-lived before you remember why winwin is on top of you in the first place.

his hips collide with yours, making you whine, squelching noises leaving your pussy as his cock thrusts into you. you can feel it pulsing in you, feel how warm he is, how he fills you up entirely. you hate how you feel every little thing, every little detail.

“ngh, fuck,” you hear winwin moaning above you, hiding his head in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

your nails scratch the skin of his back, no doubt leaving red trails behind. you don’t like the idea of having your trace on him, but your arms were brought around his shoulders by him, and you know better than to remove them; something tells you that failing winwin would also mean failing kun. and you don’t want that.

“you feel so good,” winwin rasps out, “and—fuck—so wet…”

you only let out a cry in response. you never thought you’d ever have sex with one of kun’s friends, especially not in the case where you’re still with him and he agreed to it. in a way, you feel betrayed, but deep down, you can’t help but want to be good. be good for kun, whatever his expectations are.

winwin leaves kisses down your neck, his full lips pressing down on your shivering skin in an intimate manner that, oddly enough, eases you down a little. he hisses between kisses, swinging his hips back and forth, his cock nudging your g-spot and inevitably making you clench around him.

kun is never really gentle and appreciative, but he’s loving—in his own way. his right hand always belongs around your throat, the other hitting and pinching every patch of skin on your body. he tells you how dirty you are for liking the way he treats you or how lucky you are to have him because no one else would ever want you.

you won’t lie that his words hurt you, that they break your heart a little, but he also promises that he’d never leave you, that you are his and there’s no point for him to wish to be with someone else.

so the way winwin fucks you is vastly different from what you’re used to, and honestly, all you want right now is your boyfriend. but you can’t.

suddenly, winwin pulls out of you, and you feel strangely empty. your arms slips away from his back as he lowers himself down on you and his head finds a spot between your legs. you’re surprised, and even slightly embarrassed.

kun never goes down on you willingly, you always have to ask him—or rather beg him.

winwin immediately sucks your clit into his mouth and you gasp at that, spreading your legs wider. you don’t dare to touch his hair, instead keeping your arms by your side, gripping the sheets tightly in your fists.

he laps at your bud of nerves, then descends to your hole, passing his soft tongue between your dewy folds. he moans loudly against you like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, his nose bumping into your clit at the same time.

you curl your toes as his lips go back to your clit, sucking and licking skillfully, the wet sounds making you cringe, but you easily ignore it as the pleasure builds up in your stomach. he holds your hip as he moans and whines, pulling back a tad bit just to see what he’s doing before diving back in.

you look down, noticing that he’s laid on his side, his free hand eagerly fisting his cock, your wetness sticking between his long fingers. he sucks more avidly, switching to his tongue then back to his lips, the pace of his hand not faltering until he moans out, sending vibrations through your body, white beads of cum falling down over his hand.

the sight makes you clench around nothing, reaching your own high seconds after. winwin hums appreciatively as he licks you up, still stroking his cock, getting everything out.

you’re breathless, your chest and forehead sweaty. you don’t say anything as winwin gets dressed back into his clothes, acting like this was a regular hook-up.

when his eyes land on you one last time, he smiles warmly, giving your cheek a quick peck. you watch him exit the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

you stare at the ceiling for a while, trying to recollect your thoughts, trying to process everything that’s happened. you’re not as shaken as you thought you’d be, but it’s still weird. very weird.

you don’t hear any more voices sounding from the living room and you suppose everyone is gone now. you put on one of kun’s hoodies, wandering out of the bedroom.

you walk to the kitchen, and your cheeks heat up when you see ten. kun is there, too, and when his gaze meets your figure, his face turns severe. you look between the two men, one smiling playfully at you and the other approaching you like you did something bad.

you recoil slightly, kun stopping in front of you. “it was about time you come out,” he says, eyeing you up and down. “look at you…” he winces as he grabs your arm, pulling you closer to him. “you’re a mess. go clean yourself up,” he orders in his usual stern voice.

“don’t be so mean to her,” ten adds, leaning over the kitchen counter. “sicheng said she’d been such a good girl.” his smile widens, his eyes lingering on your body.

if there’s one person kun is willing to listen to, it's surely ten. he’s pretty nice to you in general, always has a smile on his face that sometimes seems too teasing for your liking.

kun looks at you for a moment until he wordlessly lets go of your arm, giving you some space.

“i just… i thought everyone had left.” you gulp down and you can see kun softening up.

ten looks fondly at you, like you’re the most adorable thing in the world. “it’s fine, i was about to leave anyway,” he announces, pushing himself off of the counter.

when kun comes back after saying goodbye to his friend, you scurry to him and wrap your arms around his torso. you really can’t hold back. you missed kun’s warmth way too much in the past hours.

he soothes you by rubbing your back gently, but he soon pulls you off of him, telling you to go wash yourself again. you obey silently, putting on the pajamas he picked out for you after.

entering the bedroom, you see kun hanging up some clothes in your shared wardrobe. you sit down at the edge of the bed and look down at your lap, hesitating a few moments before finally speaking.

“kun…” you call his name and he hums in response. “well, um. why- why did you let sicheng… sleep with me?”

he hangs the last shirt then finally turns around to you. he seems to think about what to say, but he decides to go with a simple answer.

“because he’s my friend,” he replies, walking up to you.

his explanation is too plain for you, too short. you know kun values his friendships a lot, they’re very important to him, but you still don’t understand.

“but…” you begin, trying to not sound too bothered, “i didn’t agree to it.”

kun only sighs, cupping your cheek and running his thumb over it. “i don’t agree with a lot of things either, baby, but that doesn’t mean it’ll change anything.”

he backs away and climbs on the bed, slipping himself under the covers. you fight back the tears threatening to leave your eyes, quickly whipping your lash line and turning around to join your boyfriend in bed.

—-

you look at yourself through the mirror just above the bathroom sink, taking in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you wanted to stay in your room all night, but kun didn’t let you.

you turn off the faucet, drying your hands with the hanging towel. your breath quickens and your eyes shoot up when you hear steps coming in the bathroom, invading your space.

yangyang makes his way to you in long steps as you watch him through the mirror, swallowing down the lump in your throat. his eyes roam up and down your body shamelessly and he stops just behind you, caging you between him and the sink.

he puts his hands on either side of your body on the counter and leans down, his nose brushing over your temple, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. the way he looks at you doesn’t feel right nor the way he touches you.

“don’t worry, i won’t do anything…” he smirks, staring at you through the mirror. “you’re pretty, but i’m not really interested into fucking what’s already been passed around, you know?” yangyang takes a piece of your hair between his fingers, twirling it around his index.

your gaze drops down, focusing on a droplet of water running down the drain. he really doesn’t have to tell you this, but he does anyway because yangyang is… yangyang. mean and mocking.

“but i’m sure others will want to,” he smirks and he notices how you frown in confusion. “aw, did you really think it was just a one time thing?” yangyang laughs, his breath hitting the back of your neck and making you shiver uncomfortably. “you’re so naive… you really don’t know, huh?”

you turn your head slightly, meeting his eyes that are immediately drawn to your lips as you speak. “don’t know what?”

the corners of his mouth tug upward and his tongue peeks out from between his lips, wetting them. “it took a lot to convince kun… sicheng only had your name on his lips for a whole year until kun was kind enough to finally accept,” he explains and you become even more confused, your stomach clenching into a knot. “you know how generous he is. you can’t blame him for being a good friend.”

“you’re the group’s little slut now,” he whispers the last words into your ear and you grip the edge of the counter until the blood drains from your knuckles.

but the tension leaves your body when you’re interrupted by your boyfriend. yangyang turns his head into his direction, reluctantly pulling away from you. you can see in the mirror that he still has that arrogant smile on his face, but kun doesn’t look as happy.

yangyang passes by him and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you alone with kun.

he stays silent for a moment, like he means to tell you something, but he doesn’t, remaining stern and cold instead.

“we’re about to eat, come on.” he gestures to you with a wave of his hand and you execute yourself, following him to the kitchen.

—-

hendery is on you, palming your ass as he kisses you messily, not really caring about being gentle or not. you should have expected it, yangyang warned you, after all. this isn’t done. you’re everyone’s free to use as they please.

when he breaks the kiss, he stares at you in a way that you don’t understand. he looks at you like he knows something that you don’t and it unnerves you so much.

“i wonder if that pussy gets as wet as sicheng said…” he lowly growls and your eyes widden, squirming as his hand slides down between your bodies, cupping your cunt through your panties.

he rubs your clit with his middle finger, grinning in satisfaction as he watches you getting bothered, breath becoming irregular. your face heats up and it’s like the air in the room got scorching hot in an instant.

“can’t believe he let us have you… he was such a bitch about not sharing you, but something like that can’t be kept away forever,” hendery chuckles, his hand that was previously between your legs now tracing your thigh.

“us?” you repeat, breath caught in your throat. what does he mean by ‘us’? there’s only him here. kun said there’ll be only hendery.

he gives you a devious smile as he hears you stutter, the door opening at the same moment. you glance behind hendery’s shoulder and your blood runs cold when your eyes land on xiaojun.

you attempt to push hendery off of you, but he holds you tightly against him. it only makes him laugh at you.

“no! kun said it was going to be just you.” you push again on hendery, but he doesn’t budge an inch.

“it’s alright, princess. we’re not transgressing the rules,” hendery says just as xiaojun makes his way to the edge of the bed. “kun is well aware of this…”

you shift your gaze back to xiaojun who’s also smiling at you. “stop worrying your little head so much,” he teases, joining you both on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “you’re gonna like this.”

you let them get you rid of your panties, not wasting any time to remove your top, thrown carelessly away on the floor. two men in the same bed with you is a situation that never crossed your mind before, even less when none of them are kun. you’re scared, terrified.

they’re probably the ones you appreciate the least amongst kun’s friends, along with yangyang. they’ve never been subtle about their attraction to you, especially hendery who never missed an opportunity to look at you in a less than innocent way. they’ve never done anything to you, of course, and you never thought they would either, until now—until your boyfriend allowed it.

they take turns on you, changing positions so many times you have a hard time following them. one moment xiaojun has his fingers into you, convincing himself he can make you squirt, and the other hendery’s between your legs, eating both of your holes at the same time as xiaojun forces his cock down your throat.

your eyes burn from all the tears, but it doesn’t stop them one second, it even encourages them you think. you feel used and dirty, even though your body reacts to all of their touches, enjoying it way more than you should.

the next few days are normal, that is until your boyfriend invites his friends over again. you hide in your bedroom, the only place where you know they can’t come.

kun knew what you had in mind, that you had the intention to stay sheltered in your shared bedroom, and so he told you to come out earlier—be respectful, say hi to the boys—but you just couldn’t. you thought you were good for the first hour, but that didn’t last long.

“what are you still doing here? i told you to behave tonight, didn’t i?”

you look at kun with frowned eyebrows, feeling bad for disappointing him, but you don’t want to be around his friends. what if they decide they want to use you again?

he walks further into the room, walking to your form curled under the sheets. he pulls you out of bed, not caring about your attire, and brings you forcefully to the living room.

“kun, no! please, i’m sorry!” your eyes start to water, scared about where this is going.

“shut it,” he hisses, “you want to be a disrespectful little brat, huh? then let’s show everyone how despicable you are.”

everyone’s eyes are on you, laughing mockingly, and you’ve never felt more humiliated. hendery says something to yangyang that makes him snicker, ten’s usual empathy is gone, and winwin can’t wait to see what kun is going to do.

your boyfriend sits on the couch across from everyone else, placing you between his legs. “here she is,” he groans, taking a fistful of your hair, “thought i wouldn’t come get her. thought she could hide away in our bedroom…”

with his hold on your hair, he makes you face the others and you look down shamefully, tears running down your cheeks. you hate his friends, you hate them so much. it’s their fault if kun acts so ruthlessly with you.

he spreads your legs open, hooking your knees over his own. he doesn’t bother to remove your night shorts, only pushing it to the side along with your panties. his fingers come in contact with your bare folds, making you jolt in his arms, your hands holding onto his thighs behind you.

“you need to understand that you don’t decide here,” he growls in your ear, pressing tight circles onto your clit. “i do whatever the fuck i want with you, whether you like it or not.” he takes a hold of your jaw with his free hand. “look at them, baby. look at them as i fuck you on my fingers.”

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