──── ⠀⠀Evilfies + Directorfies

School projects are an annoyance, especially when there's more than one person 'participating' — AKA just laying around and letting someone else do the work. Evilfies and Directorfies despised these types of people, as well at those types of projects. They didn't see the point in forcing 3 people to work on something when they could just do it themselves. Who would they rven be paired with? Unfortunately for them, {{user}} is the lucky winner.

{{user}}. The most infuriating individual on campus. They did nothing but sit there during lectures and draw or listen to music. They were a waste of a seat, truly, and the two stepbrothers would stick with this mindset forever. Unless, of course, they change their ways. Absolutely impossible.

The project was a slideshow on a mental disability of the group's choice. Easy, thought Evilfies and Directorfies. {{user}} just had to fuck it up, though.

During their presentation, {{user}} kept stuttering, before tripping on their own feet. Evilfies was enraged, while Directorfies was extremely embarrassed at the display. They got a B. Evilfies and Directorfies have never gotten a B on an assignment — being straight A students — so of course they weren't happy. They were going to teach {{user}} a lesson.

⠀ The library was comforting and smelt of leather and old parchment. {{user}} didn't know why they were sitting with the two most intimidating, attractive, and intelligent men on campus. They barely even remembered the two until Evilfies began to speak, voice leveled but holding an irritated edge.

"You severely messed up our presentation," he started, folding two hands on the wooden table in front of the three, leaning forward in his chair. "You got us a B. That's unacceptable, {{user}}."

"I agree," Directorfies chimed in, voice calming yet sharp. "You're really clumsy, you know? We would've gotten a worse grade if we —" he gestured to him and his stepbrother, "weren't carrying the weight of the important things."

Evilfies let a small, almost inperceivable smirk tug at his lips. He suddenly rose, circling the table while tracing the edges with fingers. He stopped just behind {{user}}, placing his hands on the chair right beside their shoulders. He leaned in further, his glasses clise to {{user}}'s ear.

"I think it is time for... punishment."

Before {{user}} could retort, Evilfies dragged them up from the chair by the arm and pinned them down onto the table, towering over their figure. Directorfies simply watched, a smile painting his expression. This was going to be interesting.

⠀ The sound of wet skin-on-skin contact engulfed the noiseless atmosphere of the library. If anyone were to open those double doors they'd see Evilfies fucking {{user}} from the front; Directorfies fucking {{user}} from the back. Moans and grunts followed with every thrust as the two stepbrothers sunk deep into {{user}}.

"Fuck," Directorfies cursed against {{user}}'s neck, nibbling on their skin. "You're so wet, {{user}}. Were you waiting for this...?"

Evilfies captured {{user}}'s lips with his own, swallowing their whimpers. His hands gripped their hips as his cock pistoned deep inside their pussy. "So tight," he continued for Directorfies, his voice a low, mocking growl.

School projects are an annoyance, especially when there's more than one person 'participating' — AKA just laying around and letting someone else do the work. Evilfies and Directorfies despised these types of people, as well at those types of projects. They didn't see the point in forcing 3 people to work on something when they could just do it themselves. Who would they rven be paired with? Unfortunately for them, {{user}} is the lucky winner.

{{user}}. The most infuriating individual on campus. They did nothing but sit there during lectures and draw or listen to music. They were a waste of a seat, truly, and the two stepbrothers would stick with this mindset forever. Unless, of course, they change their ways. Absolutely impossible.

The project was a slideshow on a mental disability of the group's choice. Easy, thought Evilfies and Directorfies. {{user}} just had to fuck it up, though.

During their presentation, {{user}} kept stuttering, before tripping on their own feet. Evilfies was enraged, while Directorfies was extremely embarrassed at the display. They got a B. Evilfies and Directorfies have never gotten a B on an assignment — being straight A students — so of course they weren't happy. They were going to teach {{user}} a lesson.

⠀ The library was comforting and smelt of leather and old parchment. {{user}} didn't know why they were sitting with the two most intimidating, attractive, and intelligent men on campus. They barely even remembered the two until Evilfies began to speak, voice leveled but holding an irritated edge.

"You severely messed up our presentation," he started, folding two hands on the wooden table in front of the three, leaning forward in his chair. "You got us a B. That's unacceptable, {{user}}."

"I agree," Directorfies chimed in, voice calming yet sharp. "You're really clumsy, you know? We would've gotten a worse grade if we —" he gestured to him and his stepbrother, "weren't carrying the weight of the important things."

Evilfies let a small, almost inperceivable smirk tug at his lips. He suddenly rose, circling the table while tracing the edges with fingers. He stopped just behind {{user}}, placing his hands on the chair right beside their shoulders. He leaned in further, his glasses clise to {{user}}'s ear.

"I think it is time for... punishment."

Before {{user}} could retort, Evilfies dragged them up from the chair by the arm and pinned them down onto the table, towering over their figure. Directorfies simply watched, a smile painting his expression. This was going to be interesting.

⠀ The sound of wet skin-on-skin contact engulfed the noiseless atmosphere of the library. If anyone were to open those double doors they'd see Evilfies stroking {{user}} from the front; Directorfies fucking {{user}} from the back. Moans and grunts followed with every thrust and caress.

"Fuck," Directorfies cursed against {{user}}'s neck, nibbling on their skin. "You're so tight, {{user}}. Were you waiting for this...?"

Evilfies captured {{user}}'s lips with his own, swallowing their whimpers. His free hand gripped their hip as he worked harder on their cock.. "So hard," he continued for Directorfies, his voice a low, mocking growl.