little sibling

You were always a “tomboy”, baggy shirts and jeans. Always hanging out with the same 5 boys and getting introuble, even with the long hair you were thrown in the same cell as them when you got arrested for breaking into an abandoned house and turning it into a hangout. The cops just assumed you all had dicks and you didn’t feel the need to correct them.

Except something about being grouped in with them as a boy felt right. You’ve known these idiots since you were toddlers, so it wasn’t hard to tell them. Just “hey assholes this is my new name and I’m a dude.” It was easy. They didn’t care.

Or you didn’t think they did. After about a month of being a boy, they started cracking down on you. Cupping you through your jeans to see if you’re wearing your packer, pushing you to start T and asking to watch you do your shots. Giving you their old clothes. Really making sure you took your shots. They got a lot rougher with you, and that’s saying something because they were already pretty rough.

But now when you went skating they would shove into your side and send you flying, knock you down and make your lip bleed. They’d punch you harder when you played punchies and didn’t let you complain.

“You can take it. You’re a boy after all.”

“Come on quit whining, this is how boys hang out.”

“Dude I’m gonna cup check you and if I don’t feel something resembling a cock in my hand…”

They’re assholes, whatever. It’s not until the effects of your T start showing they really start pushing their damn limits. Dragging you with them to the bathroom to take a piss, smacking you upside the head when you try to sit. One of them shows you how to use a stand-to-pee.

They take turns giving you your shot. It’s like a fucking hobby for them. And when they start spreading your legs to “check the progress” you just roll your eyes. Whatever.

“You want your cock sucked, boy? Fuck there’s nothing like it.”

“No seriously dude, listen to him. There’s nothing better than fucking a mouth.”

“Come on, dudes do this all the time. It’s called experimenting.”

Turns out those dumbasses do actually know a thing or two about sucking cock. They’re basically shoving eachother out of the way to get a lick, a taste. It escalates more, soon your being folded in half, hands gripping so tight your body bruises.

“You can take it, you’re a boy after all right?”

you bite your lip, hands braced on his pecs—feeling the hard ridges of muscle twitch under your palms. “i—i’m trying, toji. you’re just… so fucking big.”

toji snorts, “yeah? poor little pussy can’t handle it?” big hand slides up your thigh, thumb brushing the crease where leg meets hip. “been drippin’ on me all night. thought you wanted this fat cock stretchin’ you stupid.”

heat floods your face. you lift up just enough to line him up then sink down slow. the head pops past your entrance with a wet pop, and you gasp. inch after thick inch splits you open, burning stretch that borders on too much. your thighs tremble halfway down.

“fuck wait—”

“nah.” his hands clamp on your hips and he yanks you the rest of the way. your ass slaps against his thighs, cunt stuffed full in one brutal drop making you cry out.

“there we go,” he mutters, almost bored. “all the way in. feel that? how deep i am? rearrangin’ your guts already.”

you can’t speak—only whimper, he’s so big it hurts in the best way, pressing everywhere at once. you feel him in your stomach.

he gives one lazy thrust up.

“move,” he orders. “bounce. show me how bad you want it.”

you start slow—lifting and dropping, short strokes at first because the stretch is overwhelming. but the drag of him inside you, the way your clit grinds against his pubic bone each time you bottom out—it’s addictive. you pick up speed, tits bouncing under your thin top, skirt bunched around your waist like a belt.

wet, filthy sounds fill the room—slap of skin, squelch of your cunt swallowing him, your breathy moans mixing with his low grunts.

“that’s it, slut. ride daddy’s cock like you mean it.” his voice stays low, mocking. “look at you—tits bouncin’, pussy creamin’ all over me. such a messy little whore.”

one hand leaves your hip, slides up to wrap loosely around your throat. his thumb presses under your jaw, tilting your head so you have to look at him.

“eyes on me,” he growls. “wanna watch that pretty face when you fall apart.”

you obey, staring into those sharp green eyes while you slam down harder. thighs burning, but you don’t stop—can’t stop.

“fuck—t-toji—i’m—”

“already?” he chuckles, “barely started and you’re gonna cum? pathetic.”

he doesn’t let you slow—grips your ass with both hands, spreads you wider, helps you bounce faster.

“gonna cum on this dick? go on. soak me. make it nasty.”

your walls clamping down like a vice, gushing around him, slick running down his balls. your whole body shakes, vision blurring, but he keeps thrusting up—fucking you through it, relentless.

“shit—yeah, milk me. tight little cunt grippin’ so good.” his breathing roughens, first real crack in that lazy control. “gonna fill you up. breed this greedy pussy till you’re leakin’ me for days.”

he growls low, hips snapping up—then he’s cumming. hot, thick ropes painting your insides, so much it overflows.

you collapse forward onto his chest, panting. his heartbeat thuds steady under your ear. he doesn’t pull out. just wraps one arm around your waist, other hand lazily stroking your back like you’re a pet.

“stay,” he mutters against your hair. “don’t move. gonna keep you plugged full. maybe fuck another load in later if you’re good.”

you whimper, cunt fluttering weakly around him at the thought. he smirks as he feels it.

“yeah… that’s what i thought.”

the tv drones on in the background. city lights flicker through the blinds. you’re still impaled, full of him, marked inside and out.

and he just lounges there, cock softening but still thick enough to keep you stretched, like he’s got all night.