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Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader (F) Other Characters: Haechan, Wendy, Taeyong, Yuta Genre: Smut, Comedy, College AU, Porn AU Summary: Y/N goes back to film one more porn before calling it quits. This time, her co-star is Jaehyun, or "Coach Jae". He looks as gentle like as a prince, but he's as wicked as a demon. He won't let her off the hook, or rather tennis court, easily. Warnings: pornography, alcohol, food, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), ass smacking, spitting, spit swallowing, degradation, anal fingering, creampie, overstimulation, choking, squirting, slight dubcon, Jaehyun is mean (but it’s fake?) Word Count: 3.6k A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Finally! The next installment in the Hit Series. This took a while to write for various reasons (both related to writing and not related to writing) and I had to throw out many drafts. Maybe they’ll show up in another fic in the future and not as a cheesy porno. There is a moment of slight dubcon towards the end, though scripted. Either way, I'm calling that out. This series is not intended to glamorize and/or glorify the porn industry. This is purely fictional. If you’re under 18 and/or not comfortable with anything listed in the warnings, DO NOT READ THIS. If you think I should include any additional warnings, please let me know. Taglist: @kawennote09 @yesohhsehun (can’t tag) Taglist Form

Hit Series Masterlist 01. Hit Record | 02. Hit Pause | 03. Hit Rewind | 04. Hit Fast Forward

Y/N is full of regret. She knows she shouldn’t have done it, but doing it felt so good - so liberating. To celebrate midterms ending, she went bar hopping with friends and got shitfaced the previous night. The euphoria was only short term. Now, she’s suffering the consequences with a hangover that’s making her feel like her head will explode. The only comfort she has is knowing that she has her favorite hangover cure - ramen with extra cheese melted on top. She sits down at their creaky IKEA dining table, when she hears Haechan slam his bedroom door open. He stomps over and glares at her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you did porn again?” Haechan screams. Y/N drops her chopsticks and massages her temples. The throbbing headache was just starting to disappear before Haechan made his entrance.

“I don’t have to tell you everything I do,” Y/N retorts.

She grabs her chopsticks from her bowl and starts stuffing her face with ramen. Haechan sighs and storms into the kitchen to himself a bowl of cereal. Y/N tries to eat as quickly as she can, she knows Haechan has more to say, he was never one to let others have the last word. After Haechan pours milk into his cereal, he shoves a spoonful of cereal in his mouth and aggressively chews. After he’s had a few bites, he snaps his head in Y/N’s direction.

“Well the porn thing was my idea!” Haechan emphasizes by waving his spoon in Y/N’s direction.

“Okay? Thanks Haechan? Is that what you were looking for?” Y/N rolls her eyes and goes back to enjoying her ramen.

Haechan huffs at her complete disregard. “You should at least treat me. Kimchi jjigae? Some coffee? Maybe new headphones. Yeah, definitely, new headphones.”

“So you can watch porn on full volume while I suffer from hearing you jerk off? No thanks.”

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll get myself a sugar mama. I’m cute. I’m playful. I’m everything MILFs dream about.”

“But do you even know how to fuck?”

Haechan slams his bowl of Frosted Flakes on their dining table and flops down onto the chair across from Y/N. He violently stirs his cereal and scowls at Y/N.

“If you’re so concerned, then you should teach me. It’s not like you have any trouble there.”

Y/N slurps the ramen broth harder than she meant to and has a coughing fit. Haechan grabs the chopsticks and bowl out of Y/N’s hands. Y/N figures he’ll help by patting her back, but instead, he grabs ramen from the bowl and quickly slurps.

“What…the…fuck?” Y/N coughs out.

Haechan waves the chopsticks in the air dismissively. “Speaking of fuck, why the fuck do you only film threesomes?”

“First of all, gross! Chew with your mouth closed, you gremlin!” Y/N snatches her chopsticks and bowl back from Haechan. “Second of all, it was only twice.”

“And you’ve only filmed twice! That means 100% threesomes! Now you’re the new girl that likes to get all her holes stuffed,”

“Okay, can we not talk about this right now? I’m trying to eat and you’re not helping my hangover.” Y/N massages her forehead to temporarily relieve some of the pain.

Haechan raises his hands in defense. “Hey, I’m just trying to be supportive!”

“You can be supportive by shutting up.”

Haechan grumbles out a complaint too low for Y/N to hear. They eat in awkward silence for the rest of their meals. Y/N mulls over what to say to Haechan next. After their little tiff, Y/N knows she has to come clean to him on anything regarding her little venture. She drops her chopsticks into the bowl and the clanking sound catches Haechan’s attention.

“Well, for your information, I’m filming one more porn and that’s it,” Y/N states. Haechan pauses for a moment and the corners of his mouth slowly rise into a smile.

“Is it a threesome?” Haechan jokes.

Y/N rolls her eyes. At least he’s still acting like himself.

“You’ll just have to find out.” With that, Y/N gets up and puts her bowl in the sink and turns to Haechan.

“Since I’m the breadwinner of this household, you’re washing my bowl.”

Haechan groans, but Y/N leaves before Haechan can spin the same argument that he deserves a cut of her fortune.

Her last filming day arrives sooner than Y/N anticipates. A few days later, she heads over to the filming location - an indoor tennis court. Adrenaline and nerves both rush through her as she enters the location. At first glance, it seems entirely empty except for some of the filming crew. Wendy rushes over to Y/N as soon as she spots her and ushers her into the locker room to get dressed. Y/N’s outfit is simple - white polo crop top, navy blue tennis skirt and white tennis shoes. Her tennis skirt is intentionally short enough to show off a bit of the curve of her ass and red thong. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail to complete her sporty look. Once she’s ready, she steps onto the court. Wendy rushes over and gives her a quick scan and nods.

“Looks good! You’re ready to retire like a champ!” Wendy hypes her up.

Wendy walks her over to where Jaehyun is sitting by the tennis court and introduces them. Wendy excuses herself to help set up, leaving Y/N and Jaehyun alone. Y/N immediately notices how handsome he is. He looks like a prince - classically handsome, well-built physique and charming dimples. He’s dressed in a polo and shorts, showing off his toned muscular build.

“God. Am I really going to get fucked by this guy???” Y/N thinks to herself. Y/N tries to be as discreet as possible checking Jaehyun out, but she accidentally makes eye contact with him. He chuckles and shows off his dimples. Her face heats up realizing she’s been caught in the act. There’s a moment of awkward silence until Jaehyun clears his throat.

“You know, in my first porn they had me running around in a jockstrap,” Jaehyun confesses, trying to ease her discomfort. He turns to the left glaring at Taeyong and shouts, “Taeyong is an asshole.”

“I was lucky to start fully clothed then!” Y/N laughs. “But he eventually gets everyone naked. It’s a talent.”

Jaehyun lets out a deep laugh. “You’re funny. I like you.”

Taeyong strides over and elbows Jaehyun. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll hate Jaehyun by the end of today.”

Jaehyun and Taeyong continue their bickering until Wendy clears her throat.

“If you’re both done acting like kids, we should get started.”

“I’m almost done setting up.” Taeyong sighs. He starts on his way, but turns to Jaehyun. “Don’t think I can’t kick your ass. I’ve been working out!”

“I’d love to see you try!” Jaehyun taunts.

“We can save that for another porn with you two. Get your pancake ass moving, Taeyong!” Wendy barks.

Y/N makes a mental note to keep an eye out for it in case Wendy’s serious. She hasn’t seen too much of Jaehyun’s previous work before either and adds that to her list too, especially the porn of him running around in a jockstrap. She tries not to think too hard about the image, but finds it a little hard knowing he’s going to be naked in a few minutes.

“Have you ever played tennis?” Jaehyun asks, breaking her out of daydreaming about him in a jockstrap.

“Uhhh does Ping Pong count?” Y/N responds.

“Ping Pong?” Jaehyun laughs incredulously. “Oh definitely not. That’s not a real sport.”

“Yes it is! You hit a ball! It’s a sport! It’s in the Olympics!” Y/N argues.

“By that definition, sex is a sport too,” Jaehyun retorts.

“Well then, it is!”

The two continue their bickering and the previous tension is long gone. Jaehyun is a lot friendlier and easygoing than Y/N had expected. After a couple of moments, Taeyong whistles to grab their attention.

“If you both are done arguing, let’s get started. Maybe channel that into fucking,” Taeyong suggests.

Y/N and Jaehyun roll their eyes and make their way towards the center of the court. Taeyong gives them some general guidelines of areas where they should be and a reminder to ignore him when he’s up close with the camera. They get in their positions and Taeyong yells “Action!” at them.

Y/N takes a deep breath and walks up to Jaehyun by the bench. She drops off her duffel bag and makes a show of bending over. Jaehyun makes an obvious show of checking her out.

“Hi I’m Y/N. I’m here for my tennis lesson with you,” Y/N introduces herself.

“I’m Coach Jae.” Jaehyun reaches his hand out and Y/N shakes it. He looks at her from head to toe and smiles. “You’re definitely dressed to do some damage.”

“I’m ready for you, Coach.” Y/N giggles.

“Good. Grab your racket and meet me by the cart.”

Y/N nods and turns to her duffel bag. Y/N bends down and arches her back to show off her soaked thong and ass. She slowly grabs her tennis racket to make sure Taeyong gets a good shot.

After she stands up straight, she jogs over to Jaehyun. He explains they’ll do some warm up drills and throws a ball towards her to hit to warm up. Once they start, she clumsily misses the ball. Jaehyun gives her an encouraging smile and throws her another ball, she misses again. And again.

Changing strategies, he gives her some balls to hit by herself. Unfortunately, she does a poor job of hitting them over the net. Jaehyun rubs his face in frustration and calls Y/N over to him.

“You know what? I think that’s enough for today.” Jaehyun folds his arms and sighs. “You’re not focusing.”

“I’m sorry, Coach! I -” Y/N begs.

Jaehyun scoffs and drops his tennis racket. “You’re sorry? You haven’t been paying attention at all.”

“I’m really sorry, Coach! Please let me make it up to you!” Y/N is on her knees, looking up at Jaehyun with a pleading look.

Jaehyun lets out an exasperated sigh and shakes his head. He grabs Y/N’s shoulder and pulls her up.

“Oh, you’ll definitely make it up to me.” He grabs the hem of her polo and tugs. “Strip.”

Y/N gulps thickly at his order and nods. She slowly takes off her polo and drops it on the court. Jaehyun smiles and gives her an encouraging nod. Y/N unzips her tennis skirt and lets it drop around her feet. She reaches back to unhook her bra, but Jaehyun grabs her hand to stop her. He unhooks her bra and throws it to the ground. His hands immediately go to massage her boobs. Y/N lets out a gasp from the contact. She feels herself getting wetter and wanting him more. He turns her around, facing her back to him. Jaehyun slides his right hand to her ass and gives her right ass cheek a squeeze, causing Y/N to mewl.

“Hmm nice. Really nice,” he comments, letting go of her ass.

Without warning, his hand comes down to smack her ass. Y/N yelps and jumps forward from the impact. She knows from the stinging sensation that it’ll leave a mark. Jaehyun moves his hand to cup her pussy and laughs.

“So fucking wet.” He nudges Y/N to spread her thighs. He rubs his fingers against her folds, coating them with her wetness. He teases her by rubbing the tips of his fingers on her clit then sliding them to her entrance.

“Mmm Coach,” Y/N moans. Her pussy clenches to try to feel more of his fingers. Jaehyun immediately pulls his fingers away and Y/N pouts.

“I thought you wanted to make it up to me,” Jaehyun taunts.

“Here?” Y/N asks. Jaehyun nods in response.

“But Coach, what if someone comes in?” Y/N replies, feigning a sense of fear.

“You’re worried about getting caught now?” He tilts her face up and smirks. “But isn’t this what you wanted? Let everyone see a slut like you get fucked good.”

Jaehyun shoves Y/N to the ground and hovers over her. His hands slide to her boobs and pinch her nipples. Y/N lets out a whine. She wants more, she needs more of Jaehyun.

“Fucking whore,” Jaehyun face twists in anger. He tightly grabs Y/N’s cheeks and forces her mouth open. He spits into her mouth and forces her mouth closed.

“Swallow,” Jaehyun commands. Y/N nods and swallows.

“Good. You do know how to follow directions now.”

Jaehyun stands up to quickly take off his clothes. Y/N presses up on her forearms to get a better look of his muscular physique. He slides his boxer briefs off and starts pumping his half hard cock. Y/N admires the sight and bites her lower lip in anticipation. She’s looking forward to this.

“Like what you see?” Jaehyun leans closer and grabs her ponytail. He pulls her closer to his cock. “I better not have to coach you to do this.”

Y/N nods and grabs his length tight. She slowly licks the tip, tasting the saltiness. Jaehyun lets out a moan of approval. She trails down the underside of his cock to his balls. She takes his balls in mouth and fists his cock.

“Fuck! So good,” Jaehyun says in appreciation

Y/N gives another lick to his tip and lets go of his cock.

“Coach, I want you inside me.” Y/N looked up at Jaehyun with hooded eyes.

“Fuck.” Jaehyun lets out a low growl and pushes Y/N back onto the ground.

Jaehyun spreads her thighs, exposing her dripping pussy. He runs two fingers down her folds and spreads them to show off how wet she is. He rubs his cock on her folds to collect some of her wetness then presses into her without warning.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries out from the unexpected stretch.

Jaehyun stills inside her and gives her thighs a comforting squeeze. He sucks on a sensitive spot on her inner thigh and she nods soon to signal him to continue. Jaehyun thrusts into her immediately at a brutal pace. Despite the friction from the court on her back, Y/N only feels the pleasure from Jaehyun.

Y/N knows she’s close and wants to feel more of him. She puts her hands on Jaehyun’s toned pecs and takes her time moving her hands down to feel his muscular body. Her hands make their way to his hips and she tightens her grip. From the way Jaehyun furrows his eyebrows, he’s well aware that she’s getting close. He pulls out of her, causing her to whine.

“Not so fast.” Jaehyun grabs her by the ponytail and pulls her up. “Turn around. Face down, ass up.”

Y/N immediately complies. She rests the right side of her face, shoulders and knees on the ground and arches her back. Jaehyun is quick to spread her ass, grabbing each cheek tight enough to bruise. He pushes his cock back inside of Y/N. Y/N whimpers from how deep the new angle hits her. Jaehyun also lets out a groan from how good the new angle feels. He pounds into her at a steady speed.

It doesn’t take long until Y/N looks up at Jaehyun with hooded eyes, conveying that she’s close to her peak. Jaehyun knows she needs just a little more. He trails his thumb from the edge of her pussy up to her rim. Y/N is too caught up in her own pleasure to realize what he’s planning. He presses his thumb into her rim, making her suddenly clench around his cock.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N screams out. She feels herself get closer with the unexpected stretching in her ass.

Jaehyun keeps his whole thumb inside her rim and tightly grips her ass while roughly pounding deeper and faster into her. With each thrust, Y/N feels the pain morphing into pleasure. It doesn’t take long for the tension to snap and her orgasm hits her. She lets out a string of curses as her pussy convulses around Jaehyun’s dick. He laughs and keeps his rough pace even after she rides out her high.

Sensing that Y/N needs a break, Jaehyun pulls out and pushes Y/N onto her back. He rests her right leg on his left shoulder. He smirks when he sees her pussy still convulsing. The break is short lived and pushes his cock back inside her.

“Fuuuck! Your cunt feels so fucking good!” Jaehyun groans as he stills inside her.

Jaehyun pounds into her quickly and Y/N squirms underneath him from the overstimulation. The sensation from his thrusts is too much too soon. Y/N starts tearing up. Jaehyun smiles and wipes away her tears.

“You’re crying?” Jaehyun taunts. “Good, you learned your lesson.”

Jaehyun seems to be more turned on by her crying and pounds into her at an unrelenting speed. Fortunately, it only takes a couple of more thrusts before Jaehyun reaches his peak. He bites into the soft skin on her inner thigh as he cums inside her. Y/N screams from the feeling of both. Jaehyun continues to thrust into her as finishes releasing inside of her.

Jaehyun takes a moment to catch his breath before he carefully pulls out of her. He watches his cum drip out of Y/N’s pussy. Jaehyun takes his fingers and collects as much of his dripped out cum as he can.

“Tsk. First you waste my time and now you waste my cum.”

Jaehyun slips his cum-soaked fingers inside of her and fucks her. This is all a little too much too soon for Y/N and her legs begin to shake.

“Oh God! Please! It’s too much!” Y/N cries.

“Too much? You want me to stop?” Jaehyun stills his fingers inside her.

Even if it was too much, Y/N still needed more. Y/N squirms around, trying to build up the lost sensation. As much as she was shaking from overstimulation, she still wanted his touch. Her pussy tightens around his fingers urging him to continue.

“No! Please! I’m so close!” Y/N begs. “I need to come again!”

“Pathetic whore.” Jaehyun bends forward and with his free hand grips her neck and squeezes.

“I’m fucking my cum back inside you. You want that, don’t you?” Jaehyun mocks.

Y/N nods. Tears are rolling down her face, both from the ache of want and the pressure on her neck.

“Use your words,” Jaehyun demands.

He loosens his grip on her throat. Y/N gasps for air and coughs.

“Please. I want your cum inside me,” Y/N rasps out.

Jaehyun smirks and tightens his grip on her neck once again. He slips in a third finger inside her pussy and starts pumping his fingers in and out again. He curves his fingers and pounds into her g-spot. Y/N reacts immediately and her pussy tightens around his fingers.

“Fuck. You like that? You like getting stuffed with my cum.” Jaehyun laughs

Y/N nods. “Please, Coach, I need to come!”

Jaehyun erratically rubs her clit to take her over the edge, pussy gripping his fingers tightly. He keeps thrusting his fingers and Y/N cries out as fluid squirts out soaking Jaehyun’s hand. That wasn’t part of the script, but Y/N feels too good to think about anything except enjoying the moment. Jaehyun looks genuinely surprised by her squirting, but quickly masks his expression with a triumphant smile.

“Aaaand cut!” Taeyong shouts.

Jaehyun collapses next to Y/N to rest.

“Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Jaehyun apologizes. He lightly places a comforting hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. It was all in the script.” Y/N waves him off. “Well, minus the squirting. That was my favorite though.”

Jaehyun’s ears turn a shade of red. “Well that’s a relief, but I still feel bad.”

“So bad, you came inside her? So bad, you fingered your cum back inside her?” Taeyong chimes in. He throws bathrobes at the two of them.

“Fuck off.” Jaehyun shoots him a glare. They both get in their bathrobes quickly.

“I’m just here to tell you both to hit the showers before Wendy screams at you.” Taeyong shoos them off towards the locker room.

After they get cleaned up, they all go out for dinner to celebrate Y/N’s retirement from porn. Everyone is slightly tipsy by the end of the night except Taeyong, who kept losing to Yuta at Rock, Paper, Scissors and had 10 too many shots for a lightweight. When it comes time for Y/N to leave, Jaehyun gives Y/N a tube of Arnica and a box of Salon Pas as a parting gift. He apologizes once again, but Y/N waves him off. Despite how rough he was on screen, he lives up to his gentleman stereotype.

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toastedqueso · 2 years

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Thank you! OMG I was scared it was too much when I wrote it. I'm glad you loved it! 🥹 💕

It feels like I wrote this fic FOREVER ago! I don't know how you came across it, but I'm glad you did! Two more fics in the series left. I'm hoping to get them out in the next month. 😭

Hit Rewind

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader (F), Jungwoo x Reader (F)

Other Characters: Haechan, Johnny, Wendy

Summary: She only planned to do it once, but after the success of her casting couch porn, Y/N goes back to film again. This time, her co-stars are Doyoung and Jungwoo, or rather, Professor Kim and his Teaching Assistant Jungwoo. What happens when she fails her exam and they find out her little secret? Y/N has to pay for being such a bad student.

Genre: PWP, Smut, Porn AU, College AU

Warnings: profanity, alcohol consumption (not related to sex), pornography, teacher/student relationship (note: adult student), unprotected sex, oral sex (f+m receiving), nipple play, nipple licking, whipping, rimming, vaginal sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, pet names, use of belt/leash, slight choking, sexual degradation, slut shaming, sex toy (vibrator), cum eating, aftercare, bdsm, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This fic (and the whole series) is not intended to glorify and/or glamorize the porn industry. Please don’t read this fic (or any other fics in the series) if you’re uncomfortable with the themes or warnings. This is a work of fiction. Please let me know if I'm missing any warnings.

As a reminder, Y/N is 21 in the fic. Doyoung and Jungwoo are mean to Y/N. Do your homework and study!

Thank you for giving the whole series so much love! 😘

Hit Series Masterlist 01. Hit Record | 02. Hit Pause | 03. Hit Rewind

It’s a low key Thursday night after Midterms have finished. It’s the first time in two weeks that Y/N and Haechan have been able to hang out together. They decide to celebrate the end of their Midterms by binge watching the Final Destination movies and finishing all the box wine they keep around for moments they want to pretend they’re classy drunks.

Although the movies highlight every single one of Y/N’s worst fears, she has a hard time staying focused. It could be the post-Midterms fatigue or the wine or both, but she feels her eyes drooping. She closes her eyes to rest them for a second, but ends up passing out. Moments later, a loud ringing makes her jump up.

“What the fuck!” Haechan drops his glass of red wine on his light gray sweats. “You know the rules! We turn our phones on silent when we watch scary movies!”

Y/N squints at her phone and makes out blurry letters that look like “Wendy” and immediately wakes up. She has been waiting almost a month for Wendy’s call, though a part of her had given up that Wendy would actually call.

“Oh shit. I have to take this.” Y/N gets up, ignoring Haechan’s complaints and the very unfortunate red stain on his crotch, and runs into her room. She clears her throat and composes herself before picking up the call.

“Hi Wendy!” Y/N grimaces from how overly excited she probably sounds.

“Hi Y/N! How are you doing?” Wendy replies.

“Good! Midterms just finished so I finally have some time to relax.” Y/N closes her eyes and rubs her forehead. She knows Wendy thinks she’s stupid.

“Ah yeah, I don’t miss those days,” Wendy jokes. “Listen, I’m really sorry I didn’t reach out sooner. I’m not sure if you saw, but your video has more than a million views! Congratulations!”

Y/N does a silent cheer to celebrate. She’s glad no one is around to witness this. “Oh, thank you! I’m honestly shocked!”

“I’m not!” Wendy chuckles. “You did really well. You’re a natural.”

Y/N blushes at the compliment. It’s oddly more flattering to hear a woman compliment her sexual performance.

“I wanted to let you know that we’ll send you additional earnings from the video,” Wendy adds.

“Oh wow, thank you!” Y/N feels the adrenaline rushing through her from the news. She lies down on her bed to calm down.

“You’re welcome! But there’s another reason why I wanted to speak with you,” Wendy starts, sounding a little nervous.

“Sure, what’s up?” Y/N feels the anxiety building up within her from the tone of Wendy’s voice. She hopes the news isn’t too unpleasant.

“Well, your video was so well received that we want you to be in more videos. That is, if you want to, of course! No pressure!”

“Oh.” Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, realizing how unenthusiastic she must sound to Wendy. “I mean, sure if it’s a couple of videos, it should be fine. I don’t think I can commit long term, being in college and all.”

Y/N hopes Wendy gets it. Porn wasn’t exactly a career she was planning to go into. She hears Wendy sigh on the line.

“Yeah I definitely understand. We can work with that. Maybe two or three more videos?”

“Yeah that should be okay,” Y/N agrees. “Will I work with the same actors?”

“Probably not. We’ll have you film different kinks and scenarios in each video so you’ll work with different actors. Once the details are finalized, we’ll confirm via email,” Wendy explains. “You’ll meet them earlier on filming day so you can discuss what you’re comfortable with.”

“Sounds like a plan. Thank you!” Y/N looks at her calendar to look at her schedule. Finals aren’t for another month, so filming shouldn’t conflict with her exams.

“Great! We’re looking forward to working with you again!”

They bid their farewells and Y/N rejoins Haechan in the living room. He raises his eyebrow at her, but shifts his focus back to the movie. Y/N is thankful he finds the movie interesting enough not to pry. She figures he’ll find out the hard way, she’s continuing to do porn. Besides, he doesn’t need to know every detail about her life. They end up finishing only a third of the 3 liter box of wine and end up passing out on the couch towards the end of the 2nd film.

The next day, they both spend the day nursing their hangovers. In the afternoon, Y/N receives a direct deposit notice and sees $2,000 sent to her account. Wendy promptly sends her an email to confirm the direct deposit and details for her next porn. She’s set to work with Jungwoo and Doyoung. Y/N spends the rest of her day doing her research on them. They’re both cute, but their videos are anything, but cute. She figures their duality is what draws viewers into watching them.

Filming day is set for a week after her call with Wendy and comes much faster than Y/N expects. She has gone through the script enough times and watched enough porn to know how to prepare for the day. She drives to the same studio location as last time. Before she presses the doorbell, Y/N adjusts her outfit to make sure nothing looks out of place. This time, she’s wearing a lilac sweater with a black tennis skirt, black thigh highs and black shoes.

Y/N takes a deep breath and presses the doorbell. After a couple of seconds, the door opens and she’s greeted by Wendy.

“Welcome back, Y/N!” Wendy looks as welcoming as she remembers.

“Thanks for the opportunity.” Y/N steps in and Wendy shuts the door.

Wendy gives her a warm smile and leads her into the waiting room where Doyoung and Jungwoo are both waiting. They’re both dressed in business casual attire and seem to be absorbed in a deep conversation. They look up when they notice Y/N and Wendy enter and wave at them.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Doyoung. Nice to meet you.” The man is dressed in dark blue slacks, a cream colored sweater and dark gray blazer. He pushes up his silver wire framed glasses and reaches his hand out for Y/N to shake. He’s handsome, Y/N notices, and well fit for the “hot professor you’re daydreaming about” role.

“I’m Jungwoo.” The taller man is dressed less formally than Doyoung. He has on gray slacks and a maroon sweater. When he stands up, he towers over Y/N. Despite his imposing stature, he has a delicate beauty. Jungwoo reaches his hand out for Y/N to shake and pulls her hand up to his lips to kiss the back of her hand, making Y/N blush. Jungwoo gives Y/N a wink before letting her hand go. Doyoung and Wendy roll their eyes at his flirtatious actions.

“Don’t mind him. He likes to flirt to make people feel comfortable, but I’m sure he makes people feel worse.” Doyoung says, playfully whacking Jungwoo’s shoulder.

“People never feel worse! I’m charming!” Jungwoo huffs.

“It’s fine!” Y/N laughs, feeling at ease with both of them already. “I’m looking forward to working with both of you.”

While they wait to get called in to film, they get to know each other better. She finds out they both enjoy singing and make vague plans to show off their singing talent at karaoke in the future. Later, they dive into the script and double check if there’s anything in the scene that needs to be changed. They work out that Y/N will tap them 3 times or say “full sun” if she needs them to stop at any time.

They are interrupted by a knock and they look towards the entrance to see Johnny walk in.

“Hey Y/N! Great to see you again!” Johnny waves at Y/N.

“Hi Johnny.” Y/N blushes remember the last time they saw each other he was significantly less clothed and coming inside her. “Great to see you too!”

Johnny chuckles at her slightly nervous enthusiasm. “I’m going to be filming you guys today. The room is ready so I can take you guys there if you’re done.”

Y/N lets out a sigh of relief. At least someone she has worked with already will be filming them.

“Yep, we’re all done here, so lead the way,” Doyoung confirms for the trio.

Johnny takes them back into a different room than Y/N’s casting couch video. The room is set up like a college professor’s office. The desk has a laptop, a pen holder full of pens, a small stack of graded exams and a Biology textbook. There’s a bookshelf filled with books against the wall behind the desk and an assortment of indoor plants around the room.

Johnny walks through how he’s going to film with them. Then, they go through their roles - Doyoung is going to be the Professor, Jungwoo is his Teaching Assistant and Y/N is the student, to do a final check of their roles and what they’ll do. Once they’re satisfied with the run through, Johnny tells Y/N to leave the room and knock on the door when she’s ready for the cameras to roll. Y/N nods and walks over to the door. When she opens the door, Johnny calls her to get her attention.

“Remember, don’t look at the camera unless it’s in your face,” Johnny reminds her. Y/N nods to convey she understands. She steps outside and takes a few moments to relax and get into the mindset for filming. A minute later, she knocks on the door and hears Doyoung shout “come in!”

Y/N slowly opens the door and steps in.

“Hi Professor Kim,” Y/N greets. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, have a seat, Y/N.” Doyoung points to the empty seat in front of him next to Jungwoo.

“Hi Y/N. It’s a pleasure to see you,” Jungwoo smiles. “But I wish it was on better terms.”

“I-I’m sorry? What’s wrong?” Y/N stammers.

Y/N sits at the edge of her seat, causing the hem of her miniskirt to ride up and expose more of her thighs. Doyoung pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and glares at her, while Jungwoo frowns. She looks back and forth between Jungwoo and Doyoung, searching for answers. Doyoung sighs and tosses her graded exam at her. There’s a big fat “F” circled in red on the exam. Y/N’s eyes widen seeing the failed exam.

“I expected better from you,” Doyoung reprimands.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what happened!” Y/N sputters. Her fingers grab the hem of her skirt to distract herself from his disappointed reaction. “I can’t fail! Please let me make up for the exam.”

“You know I can’t let you do that. Especially when I know when you’re so…” Doyoung looks down at her fingers on the hem of her skirt and smirks. “Preoccupied.”

“I’m sorry, Professor. I don’t know what you mean.” Y/N’s eyes widen with confusion.

Jungwoo puts his hand on Y/N’s shoulder and gives her an encouraging smile. He leans in closer and whispers, “We know your dirty little secret.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N moves back into her chair to create some distance with Jungwoo.

“It’s cute how innocent you’re acting.” Jungwoo giggles.

Jungwoo gets up and stands behind Y/N’s chair. He crouches down and rests his chin on her shoulder. “We all know about your other…talents.”

Jungwoo smiles at Doyoung to convey a secret message between the two of them. Jungwoo pulls out his phone and plays a video. The video of her getting fucked by Johnny and Yuta plays with the volume on high. Y/N’s face heats up from the video and the lewd sounds of the moans and slapping skin. Although she’s “acting” right now, watching herself makes her face naturally heat up.

“So that’s what you’re up to instead of studying for my class.” Doyoung sneers. “Letting all these men come inside you like a slut.”

“I…I’m sorry. It was just once!” Y/N stutters, gripping the arms of her chair. “Please don’t tell anyone!”

Y/N’s lip trembles. She gives them a pleading look. Professor Kim gets up from his chair and stands in front of her.

“You look like you were having a great time and now you’re all nervous about the consequences.” Doyoung clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Please, Professor Kim! No one can know!”

Doyoung cups his hand on her cheek and cooes, “Aww sweetheart, I won’t tell anyone. That would ruin the fun.”

“But what are you going to do about your grade?” Jungwoo drops her test in her lap, bringing their attention back to the matter at hand. Y/N lowers her head, glaring at the failed exam. She releases her hold on the arms of the chair and grabs the exam.

“Please, let me do extra credit. I’ll do anything! I’ll lose my scholarship if I fail your class,” Y/N begs. Doyoung and Jungwoo both laugh at her distress.

“So fucking desperate.” Doyoung scoffs and crosses his arms.

Jungwoo stands next to Doyoung and whispers in ear. Y/N bites her lower lip in anticipation. Doyoung looks over at Y/N and his grin widens. He turns back to Jungwoo and nods to accept whatever he may have suggested. Doyoung adjusts his wire rimmed glasses and turns to Y/N.

“We’ll let you do extra credit,” Doyoung announces.

Y/N lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you! Thank you so much! I’ll do better this time!”

“Oh you’ll thank us alright.” Doyoung smirks, placing his hands on his hips. He looks at Jungwoo and tilts his head towards Y/N. “Jungwoo, why don’t you do the honors of telling Y/N what her extra credit work is.”

Jungwoo obediently nods. He places his hand back on her shoulder and massages her tense muscles. He rests his chin on her shoulder again and places a soft kiss on her ear lobe.

“We’ll give you extra credit and bump your grade up to a B if you let us fuck you.”

“What!” Y/N pushes away from Jungwoo. “But we’ll get in trouble!”

“That’ll only happen if someone tells the school.” Doyoung crosses his arms. “And that someone wouldn’t be Jungwoo or me.”

“I-” Y/N starts.

Doyoung gives her a pointed look before continuing. “So you fuck us or I flunk you. Your choice.”

Y/N looks back at the taunting big fat “F” on her exam then moves her gaze to Doyoung and Jungwoo. She gives a heavy sigh and nods. “Fine. I’ll let you both fuck me.”

“I knew you would.” Jungwoo kisses her temple and stands next to Doyoung.

“Now strip,” Doyoung commands.

Y/N remains in character and gives him a shy nod. She remains in character by showing a nervous disposition for the camera. Y/N stands up and hesitantly takes her sweater off and tosses it onto the chair. She slides her miniskirt off, letting it drop to the floor. She goes to unhook her bra, but is stopped by a hand.

“Let me help you,” Jungwoo says. He grabs her breasts and gives them a rough squeeze. Y/N gasps from the pressure and drops her hands to her sides. Jungwoo unhooks her bra and drops it to the floor. His hands immediately return to her breasts and pinch her nipples, making Y/N let out an audible whimper. He rests his chin on her shoulder and gives her ear lobe a lick.

“You don’t know how much I fucking love your tits.”

Jungwoo moves his fingers off her hardened nipples to give her boobs a rough squeeze. Y/N leans forward into Jungwoo’s touch, wanting to feel more.

“You think I didn’t notice how you always shove your tits in my face during my TA sessions?” Jungwoo whispers into her ear.

Jungwoo licks down her neck to her left nipple. He circles his tongue on her hardened nipple. The waves of pleasure run through Y/N’s body. He places his mouth around her nipple and starts sucking. Y/N tangles her fingers on his hair and gives an encouraging tug. Jungwoo moves to her right breast to give the same treatment. Y/N starts feeling weak in her knees and pulls him off her. He grabs the back of her head and meets her lips in a rough kiss. He bites down on her lower lip hard enough to leave teeth marks. Y/N whimpers from the pain. Jungwoo breaks the kiss and laughs.

“Aww did that hurt you, sweetheart?” Jungwoo teases. He licks her swollen lower lip to soothe it. “Don’t worry I’ll make it better.”

Jungwoo steps back and hastily takes off his clothes. Underneath all the clothes, he has a muscular build with a well defined six pack. Y/N can’t help but lick her lips in anticipation of what he’ll do to her.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Jungwoo smirks, catching her admiring his body. Y/N’s face heats up from being caught staring. “Don’t worry, this is all yours to enjoy.”

Jungwoo takes her with him to the other side of the desk and sits down in Doyoung’s chair. He spreads his legs and reclines back into the chair. He starts stroking his cock while watching Y/N stand naked in front of him. She feels the wetness building and squeezes her thighs together to feel some friction.

“Get on your knees and suck. I know you’re good at this,” Jungwoo demands.

Y/N kneels in front of Jungwoo. She places a hand on each thigh and massages. She lowers her face and slowly licks up his right inner. Jungwoo’s muscles tighten and he squirms under her. She digs her nails into his thighs to steady him before continuing to lick up his thigh. Once she reaches his crotch, she licks up his length to his tip. She tastes the saltiness of his precum on her tongue. She takes his tip in her mouth and swirls her tongue around. Jungwoo lets out a moan and pats her head in appreciation. She hollows out her cheeks and takes more of his length in. She’s about to move off his cock when she feels a hard slap on her ass. The sudden impact makes her choke on Jungwoo’s length, causing Jungwoo’s body to twitch.

“Hurry up, you don’t want someone walking in on us do you?” Doyoung presses. He’s standing naked behind Y/N with a leather belt in his hand.

Y/N moves off of Jungwoo’s dick and licks down his length again. She swirls her tongue around his balls before licking down to his rim.

“Oh fuck!” Jungwoo screams.

Y/N smiles at his reaction. She circles her tongue around his rim and presses the tip of her tongue against his hole. She hears him swear and takes it as an indication to continue. She points the tip of her tongue and begins darting into his rim. Jungwoo grabs his cock and pumps. Y/N continues licking his rim and pushes her tongue deeper into his hole. She feels him shaking, sensing he’s close.

“Fuck! I’m going to come like this,” Jungwoo confesses. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her off his rim. “I need to be inside you before I come.”

He pulls her up by the hair and drags her closer. Jungwoo scoots up to make it easier for Y/N to sit on top of him. She rests her shins on Jungwoo’s thighs and once she finds a comfortable position, she moves up to line his cock to her entrance. Jungwoo tightly grips her hips and pushes her down the length of his cock. Y/N cries out from the unexpected stretch of his full length. Jungwoo pounds into her, rougher and faster each time. Y/N hears Doyoung’s belt whip before she feels the impact of it on her ass. Her body betrays her and she starts clenching around Jungwoo’s length from pain of the whip. Jungwoo and Doyoung both go quicker and rougher with their actions. Y/N feels the heat pool in her lower belly and digs her nails into Jungwoo’s shoulders to steady her balance.

“Fuck!” Jungwoo pulls her off his cock and pushes her away. Y/N stumbles back and winces when the edge of the desk hits her. She grabs onto the desk to steady her balance.

“You thought I’d let you come around my dick like that?” Jungwoo questioned. “You don’t deserve that.”

“Please,” Y/N begs. “I need to come. Let me come.”

Jungwoo shoves the papers and pens off the desk to make space. He lifts Y/N up by her hips and drops her onto the desk. Y/N hisses from the impact. Y/N doesn’t have much time to focus on the pain, when Jungwoo’s tongue is licking her clit. He easily shoves three fingers in her pussy.

“Fuck!” Y/N moans.

Jungwoo curls his fingers and thrusts in and out at a brutal pace. Y/N arches her back when she feels her orgasm building up. She wraps her fingers around his hair and pushes him closer to her clit. Without warning, Y/N clenches around his fingers and comes with a soft moan. Jungwoo licks her clit faster to help her ride out her orgasm. She can feel Jungwoo slipping his fingers out, but her walls are pulsing around them, not ready to let him go.

“Can’t get enough?” Jungwoo laughs. He finally manages to pull his fingers out and licks her wetness off his fingers. He gives her a wink, but she’s still enjoying her high to feel any embarrassment.

Jungwoo’s hand immediately moves to stroke his cock. “Shit, look at you. I could just come watching you like this.”

Jungwoo grabs Y/N by the hair and pulls her closer. Y/N watches him through hooded eyes. She knows Jungwoo is close from the way all his muscles are tensing. A few strokes later, ribbons of his cum land on her boobs. He keeps stroking to cover her boobs with more of his cum. Once he’s almost done, he taps his tip on her left nipple to release the last drops of his cum on her left boob.

Jungwoo pants to catch his breath. He examines his cum on her and laughs. “Not bad, Y/N. We’ll see if Professor Kim thinks that’s good enough to let you pass.”

Jungwoo kisses Y/N’s forehead and moves away. Y/N lays still on the desk waiting for what’s next.

Doyoung steps in where Jungwoo was standing moments ago. Y/N finally gets the chance to focus her attention on his body. He has a different build from Jungwoo’s body - he has wider shoulders, but a thinner waist. His abs aren’t as defined as Jungwoo’s, but lines and dips indicate he works out.

“You certainly know how to put on a show, Y/N.” Doyoung compliments. “But you’re not done earning your extra credit. Remember, you’re failing my class.”

“Turn around.” Doyoung slaps her left thigh to grab her attention.

Y/N lays on her stomach and pushes her hips up. She hears a whipping sound behind her and turns her head back. Doyoung has his belt folded in half and smirks at her. He bends over on top of her body and grabs her jaw hard enough to bruise.

“You didn’t think you wouldn’t be punished, did you?” Doyoung scoffs. “Jungwoo, how many questions did she get wrong on the exam?”

Jungwoo picks up her exam and takes a moment to count off the questions. He gives a low whistle before answering. “10 questions, Professor Kim.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better.” Y/N pleads and squirms under Doyoung. She lips quiver in feigned fear for the camera. Doyoung glides his soft hands down her spine and onto her ass. He softly massages and spreads her ass cheeks. Y/N’s body begins to relax into his touch.

“I’m sure you will.” Doyoung kisses each ass cheek before letting go.

He stands behind her, holding his belt up in the air and brings it down onto her ass. Y/N jerks forward from the impact and screams.

“One for every question you got wrong.” Doyoung brings the belt down on her ass again. This time he’s quicker with his actions and her skin blooms a darker shade of red. With each whip of the belt, Y/N squeezes her eyes shut tighter and she feels tears welling up. The impact makes her skin feel as though it’s being set on fire. Sensing she may be getting closer to a level of discomfort, Doyoung eases on the pressure for the last couple of whips. Y/N appreciates the gesture from him.

Once he’s done whipping Y/N, Doyoung grabs her bruised ass cheeks and squeezes.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N shouts out. She shivers from the pleasure of the bruising pain that shoots through her body.

Doyoung takes off his glasses and tosses them onto the desk. He kneels behind Y/N and licks her folds, savoring her wetness.

“So fucking wet like a slut,” Doyoung taunts.

Doyoung slips his tongue inside her pussy to feel her wetness then moves back to licking her folds. Y/N lets out a whimper with each lick. The mixture of pain and pleasure in Y/N builds up the tightness in her lower belly. Doyoung gives her folds a kiss and moves away.

He roughly grabs Y/N by her hair and pulls her off the desk. Y/N groans from the unexpected tug backwards.

“Good, at least you passed that.” Doyoung moves her onto his chair. Y/N gasps from the sudden impact of the leather chair on her bruised ass. “But we’re not done.”

Doyoung grabs his belt from the chair and wraps it around Y/N’s neck. He threads the end through the buckle and gives it a light tug to test it out. Y/N gags slightly from the unexpected pull forward.

“You like that?” Doyoung checks in. Y/N nods in reassurance. “Good girl. Tap me three times if it’s too much.”

“Yes, Professor Kim,” Y/N responds.

“Don’t let me down this time,” Doyoung orders.

He gives the makeshift leash a tug, causing Y/N to yelp. Doyoung takes this chance to shove his hard length into Y/N’s mouth. Y/N gags when his cock hits the back of her mouth. Doyoung wraps the extra belt strap around the back of her head. He grabs hold of the belt strap on each side of Y/N’s face to hold her head steady.

“Don’t act like you don’t know how to do this,” Doyoung mocks.

Doyoung pulls the belt strap towards him to push her head further down his cock. Y/N relaxes her jaw and takes him in easier. Once he feels her at ease, he starts thrusting into her mouth. Y/N shuts her eyes when she feels tears beginning to well up in her eyes. Saliva builds up in her mouth and drips down with each of Doyoung’s thrusts.

“You’re a fucking mess,” Doyoung mocks. “I love seeing you like this.”

He roughly thrusts into her mouth once more before tugging her off his length and letting go of the belt. Y/N coughs with the sudden rush of air.

“I need to fuck your pussy.”

Doyoung slaps her thighs, indicating to Y/N to spread her thighs. Y/N puts her hands on the back of her thighs and pushes them up and spreads. Doyoung takes his hard cock in his hand and rubs the tip along her wet folds. He teases her by pushing his tip a little in her pussy then pulling it out to rub back up to her clit. Y/N whines at his teasing.

“Please, Professor Kim. I need you inside me,” Y/N begs. A tear rolls down her cheek from the way he’s teasing.

Doyoung wipes away the tear. He presses a soft kiss on her cheek to console her.

“Since you’re being a good girl.” Doyoung kisses her lips and grabs hold of the makeshift leash again. Drags his tip down to her entrance and pushes his full length in without warning.

“FUCK!” Y/N screams from his unexpected thrust.

“Look at the way you take my dick,” Doyoung grunts. He pounds into her desperately. Y/N feels herself tremble from the way he pushes deep inside her.

Doyoung leans forward to place rough kisses down her inner thigh. He finds a sensitive spot that makes her quiver and begins sucking and biting on the spot.

“Oh God, Professor Kim! Fuck!” Y/N screams.

Doyoung moves off her thigh and tugs the leash to move her closer to his body. He kisses her lips and slips his tongue in her mouth. He shoves Y/N away before she can deepen the kiss.

They’re interrupted by a loud cough. Doyoung stops his thrusts and they look over at the interruption to see Jungwoo with an evil glint in his eye. He’s holding up a pink vibrator.

“Look what I found in her bag.” Jungwoo waves the vibrator in front of Y/N’s face.

“Of course this slut needs to get off everywhere,” Doyoung scoffs.

“Why don’t we have a little fun?” Jungwoo suggests.

He presses the button and the vibrator begins to buzz. Y/N clenches around Doyoung’s length in anticipation.

“Of course she wants that,” Doyoung laughs.

Doyoung starts pounding into Y/N again while Jungwoo puts the tip of the vibrator on her clit. Y/N’s body shudders and she hisses from the feeling of both. She knows she doesn’t have long until she’s going to reach her climax.

“I’m going to come,” Y/N cries out.

She feels the telling heat spread through her body and cries out.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” Her walls pulse around Doyoung’s length and he thrusts erratically to help her ride out her orgasm.

“Oh God! Please come inside me!” Y/N begs Doyoung as she comes down from her high. Her hands move up to her breasts, massaging and smearing Jungwoo’s cum further.

Doyoung slows down the pace of his thrusts. He starts pulling out and Y/N clenches around his cock to try to keep him inside her.

Doyoung scoffs. “You think you deserve my cum when you’re failing my class? Pathetic.”

He grabs the collar of her makeshift leash with his left hand and positions her face in front of his hard cock. His right hand strokes his cock at an erratic pace. He lets out a low grunt, before ropes of his cum shoot onto Y/N’s face. Y/N sticks her tongue out to catch his remaining cum, but Doyoung taps her cheek with his cock. He continues stroking and the rest of his cum lands on her cheek.

Once he’s done, Doyoung pushes Y/N back into the chair. Johnny steps in to zoom in on her fucked out state and it’s the first time during the filming that she’s conscious of where the camera is.

Jungwoo chuckles as he watches her lounging back in the chair to show off their work.

“Professor Kim, was that enough to pass?” Y/N takes her index finger and wipes a bit of cum off her cheek. She looks directly into the camera and licks the cum off her finger.

“You’re so bad,” Doyoung scoffs.

“Maybe she needs to attend another private Office Hours session with us,” Jungwoo suggests.

“You’re right, Jungwoo,” Doyoung agrees. “She hasn’t gotten enough extra credit points yet.”

“And cut!” Johnny shouts. He puts the camera down on the desk and claps.

“Wow you did great! You didn’t even notice the camera. It felt very natural.” Y/N blushes at Johnny’s compliment.

Y/N sits properly on the chair and grimaces from the pain on her ass. She frowns thinking about how difficult it will be to sit for the next week.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I was so rough!” Doyoung holds her head up delicately and grabs a wet wipe from the box Jungwoo is holding. He wipes his cum off her face, while Jungwoo does his best to wipe his dried cum off her boobs. Y/N feels touched by the way they carefully help clean her up.

“Doyoung, always the gentleman off camera. People would never know from the way you just fucked!” Johnny jokes.

“Fuck you!” Doyoung elbows Johnny on his way to toss the soiled wipes in the trash can.

“Here you go, Y/N.” Jungwoo holds out a bathrobe for Y/N. YN graciously takes the robe and puts it on, tying a tight knot. Even if she’s had sex with all three men, she still feels a little awkward lounging around naked and cum-stained in front of them.

“Here are your clothes.” Doyoung hands Y/N her clothes, with her underwear and bra discreetly placed in between her skirt and sweater. She appreciates his thoughtfulness.

After they’ve all grabbed their clothes, Johnny bids them farewell and the trio leave to wash up in their designated bathrooms. Y/N turns on the steaming hot shower and feels the water soothe her sore body. She’s thankful she has nothing else to do the rest of the day. When she gets home, she passes out and has the best sleep she’s had in a long time.

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