grandpa!toji has just gotten even more mean and perverted with his old age. too bad he can't keep it up to fuck his new home nurse :/
mdni! cw: big age gap, old man smells eeew, grimy gropy toji :/ (pervy reader who likes it :p), lola (me) being weird about men who can't get hard, sucking it on soft <3
you knew that in becoming a nurse that you wouldn't change the world. you'd never get a medal (or many thanks in general) for the late nights and double shifts and all the abuse you take.
so sue you for taking pleasure in your career when you can! eyeing the older man you've been hired to care for is your only way to get through his visits. toji fushiguro is an asshole.
and older is an understatement. the man is old, but he holds it well. wrinkled, sure, but he's got this constant scowl on his face that somehow soothes the lines of age. his hair is a beautiful grey, hands veiny and arms still big despite the inevitable muscle degradation of old age.
come to think of it, he's big for his age. held onto those muscles of his, which is a surprise to you considering all you've seen him do is sit in his damn chair and watch shitty old action movies.
eh, you like looking. he's hot for being old enough to father your father.
"get me a beer," his voice is gruff as you prick his finger to check his bloods. "should have some left, if that fucker didn't take 'em. hey, don't have kids, doll. they steal your shit."
you glance up at him. "i'm a nurse, not a servant, mr fushiguro."
he narrows his eyes at you, pulling his finger out of your grip just as you move to wipe the blood, and bringing it to his lips instead. he sucks the bead of blood right off, and then scowls. "says who?"
"the big piece of paper i have that says 'nursing licence'," you shrug.
"whatever. i'll get the damn thing myself."
toji's attempt to get out of his chair is futile. you watch with your bottom lip drawn between your teeth as his strong arms move to push himself up, but his back groans and his lungs empty with a huff as he drops back down into his seat. it's not like it's a long walk from his living room to kitchen—his house is small and sparse—but you're sure his legs aren't what they used to be.
god, how much bigger was he in his prime?
"quit starin'," he grumbles. "ain't as spritely as i was."
"there's a little blue pill for that," you snort, the joke leaving your lips before you can register the potential consequences. oh, to lose your job over a boner joke... "i mean, shit—"
"mouthy little bitch," toji's thin lips quip up. "think i can't keep my dick up?"
well, you might as well commit. you shrug, "i don't think you could get it up in the first place, mr fushiguro. certain cogs in the body stop working with old age..."
he cuts you off with a 'tch' that makes you want him to prove you wrong. would it be unprofessional to ride him right there in the big recliner he spends his days in? yes, it would.
still crosses your mind. and sticks there for a bit; you wonder how he'd grunt and groan in response to the drag of his cock inside such young pussy. how long has it been for him? would he even want to break his dry spell with his nurse?
who are you kidding—of course he would. you haven't gone a single shift without the old bastard trying to cop a feel. a solid tap on your ass as you lean over him to change a dressing. a firm squeeze of your boob through your scrub top when you're cleaning him up. wrapping his lips around your fingers when you're checking the fit of his dentures...
huh. you're wet. you deny yourself the relief of pressing your thighs together like you usually do and instead turn heel to grab the damn man his beer from the kitchen.
you have to take a minute to steel yourself against the counter top. deep breath in, deep breath out... he's a patient, not a one night stand you can just throw yourself onto. you grab a cold beer from the fridge and starting searching his messy kitchen for a bottle opener.
but a loud groan from the living room rips your attention away. you immediately run back out, expecting toji to be on the floor or in the throes of cardiac arrest, but you make it to the living room just in time to see him fisting at his soft dick.
oh.
"shut the fuck up," he bites before you can say anything, your eyes stuck on his hand moving up and down on his flaccid cock. he's still... so big, even when he's soft. you've never had to do those kinds of cares, the carer that comes in after you've been is responsible for washing him down. you wonder if she...
"it's nothing to be ashamed of," you touch your lips absentmindedly. "natural, even. it's not going to work forever."
"shut the fuck up," he repeats. "and bring me my damn beer."
you tilt your head, challenging the old man. is this who you really are now? "say please, and i'll give you your beer... and a blowjob."
he quirks a grey brow. "fuck, you're a slut—is that it? please."
you are nothing if not a nurse of her word. you hand toji his beer (which he opens between his handy false teeth) and kneel next to his outstretched recliner.
his cock has kept nicely into his old age. it might not work like it used to, but god does the sight of it in front of your face have you soaked. he's got that old man musk to him, which you're plenty used-to now in your line of work, but there's something about toji's smell that has you reeling.
"gonna suck me or what? i'm not getting any younger here," he barks, which makes you roll your eyes. ever the impatient man, that fushiguro. you remember the nursing agency warning you about that—and his tendency to let his hands wander.
"keep ordering me around and i'll catheterise you," you warn, taking his soft penis in your hand and giving it a few pumps. it twitches against your cold skin, but doesn't harden.
toji leans back at that, taking a swig of the beer that's probably rotting his liver black. you look up at him, and then back down to his dick, before leaning down and sucking it into your mouth. your nose tickles against his coarse pubes, and you moan around his member.
the sound that he makes is guttural. a groan straight from his soft belly that leaves no doubt in your mind that its been a very long time since someone has throated his dick. you wonder if he's yearning to act twenty years younger, thrust his hard cock deep into the back of your mouth and make you gag on his obscene length...
you think you like him better like this. one hand cradles his beer, the other one grips onto the armrest of his recliner. it won't take long to make him cum, considering his balls are tightening already. you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head and soak his cock with your spit.
and much to your surprise, he manages a half-chub as you go on. you roll his balls with one hand and use your other to break the waistband of your scrub pants and start swirling your fingers over your throbbing clit. you wonder if he was a greedy lover, if he would have paid any attention to your pleasure if he had the agency to fuck you how he'd like to.
with the semi he's managed, you're able to bob your head up and down on his cock a little better, though it remains a slippery feat. more than once does his cock slip out of your mouth and land with a smack against his skin. he grunts each time, but doesn't risk complaining about your skills in ear that you'll stop and rob the old man of an orgasm.
your orgasm crests with the attentive fingers on your cunt, and you find yourself shaking and moaning around toji's cock, which brings him right to that same edge.
"fucking hell," he moans, the sound desperate and deafening to your clouded mind. he manages a few shallow trusts upwards of his hips, which as his nurse you'd advise against in case of injury. before you can chide him, though, a few weak spurts of cum land on your tongue, followed by a stronger shot right into your mouth. grandpa's still got it, huh?
it's bitter as you swallow it down, battery acid-esque, but your favourite thing you've tasted in a long time. very toji.
after a recovery sip of his beer, he groans. "i'm not paying extra for that, am i?"
you snort, "no, but i am making a referral to a dietician," you scrunch your face up. "your cum should not be that sour."
"whatever," he waves you off with that throw of his hand every old man seems to do. "get me some of those blue pills you mentioned and the next load'll be inside of you."
you look down at your patient... doesn't seem like a bad deal!
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synopsis. you smiled at another man, so colonel caleb — your lover and childhood friend — finally sealed his obsession by locking you in a human-sized cage. when you try to manipulate your way out, he shows you why he is the one in charge.
pairing. boyfriend! caleb xia x reader
content/mdni. canon-divergent. VERY NON-CON!!! fem!reader, established relationship!au, colonel!caleb, YANDERE!CALEB, jealous!caleb, possessive!caleb, pervert!caleb, obsessed!caleb, fucked-up!caleb, OBJECTIFICATION, dacryphilia, HUMILIATION, fingering, slight clit stimulation, degradation, dirty talk, slight praise, name-calling (pipsqueak, good girl, whore, slut, dirty girl, liar), doggy style in the cage, intentional raw sex, creampie, SPIT PLAY, mentions of breeding, mentions of isolation and/or imprisonment, caleb puts you in a cage, mistrust.
word count. 2.8k
a/n. can’t forget about the toma scene in amnesia and so can’t @yuunileb! couldn’t offer you a birthday gift, nor a christmas one, so please humbly accept this (late) nasty new year’s present, my dear yuna! please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
the cage was never meant for animals. it was custom-made for you.
polished oak and metal, a square fitting perfectly into the corner of the bedroom you shared with caleb xia — colonel of the fleet, your childhood friend, your lover. the man who had been watching you since you both learned what hearts beat for.
he’d had it built soon after you two started dating, just after you smiled at a cadet during a work party. just after you’d misbehaved and betrayed him — that was how it looked to him, at least.
six months he’d been waiting for the right moment to use it.
and, alas, you gave him the opportunity.
“you looked at him like you wanted him.” caleb had whispered, his chest pressed against your back as he shoved you in and locked the cage door for the first time three days ago. “you let him touch your arm. your bare arm.”
as he recalled your betrayal, his voice was not angry. it was worse — calm, resigned, absolute. like a sentence already written.
“i have to protect you from yourself, pips.” he’d added, hands sneaking through the bars and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “you don’t know what’s good for you.”
he has been working from home since. he had a preferred spot in the corner of the bedroom now. and he slept there too, his purple eyes open and fixed on you in the darkness. never leaving you alone.
he fed you through the cage three times a day, always soft, nutritious purees or soups that he blended himself.
he even walked you to the bathroom and aided you at every step — he wouldn’t want you to escape through the window there.
“you’re my most beloved possession.” he told you yesterday, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw through the gaps as he wiped at the soup residues on your skin. “nothing else in this universe matters as much.”
you were not going to escape him. you were his. a collection piece he had paid for in a lifetime of psychotic dedication.
•••
on the third night, you broke. you crouched at the front of the cage, tears cutting silent paths through the dust on your face.
completely done with his madness.
“please, caleb.” you cried, your voice a raw whisper. “i’ll do anything. i’ll never interact with him. just let me out.”
he was already sitting in his armchair, a book open on his lap, yet barely reading its content. he was too enchanted by your precariousness. even... aroused.
he closed the book lazily, his amethyst eyes now glittering in the low light. something darker bloomed behind his pupils, making that lovely shade of purple blur. “anything?”
“yes.”
“so if i ask you to cut off all contact with the outside world, you would?”
your stomach sank at that, yet you advanced. “yes.”
“if i ask you to marry me in a private ceremony where no one else is invited?”
“yes.”
“if i ask you to let me put a tracker, a tiny chip under your skin?”
tears fell harder at that, the danger looming around caleb’s intimidating frame strangling you. you couldn’t answer from fear, from the sheer realization that the person you’ve known since childhood was so psychotic.
your lips opened, but no sound came.
he smiled, the corners lifting up in anything but a comforting smile. “you see, pipsqueak? you still have limits. you’re not ready.” he stood, approaching your cage.
“and you don’t mean any of the promises you’re making. you’re just saying what i want to hear so i’ll let you out.” he knelt then, uniform creasing at the knees, his eyes level with yours.
“but if you really wanted out, you’d do anything. even the things that scare you.”
he stood up abruptly, walking to the side of the room where a small table held your evening tea. he poured a cup, brought it back, and held it to your lips through the bars.
“drink.”
you obeyed — knowing he could put a stop to your meals altogether and doom you — sipping the warm, honey-sweet liquid. your hands shook as you held the bars, tightening your grip with every gulp. he watched you like a scientist observing a rare specimen, tipping the cup forward and making you take it all.
“you are so beautiful like this.” he whispered suddenly, removing one of his hands and bringing it up to collect your tears. “so sweet. so... mine.”
•••
the escape plan came to you in a panicked, desperate moment. you’d seen his eyes darken with lust when you’d adorned that pleated skirt that was a little too short for you. you’d heard him groan in his sleep too, the word mine being moaned by his hungry lips.
you were planning to take advantage of that.
so that night, when he came to feed you dinner, you didn’t open your mouth for the spoon. instead, you leaned forward, your lips brushing his bare knuckles.
“i don’t want food.” you whispered, your voice deliberately thick, trembling not with desire but with terror. but for caleb, so far gone, desire and terror were synonyms. “i want something else.”
his eyes widened at your words, but his face remained stern. “oh?”
“i can’t stop thinking about you.” you pushed out your whiniest voice, the lies burning your tongue in the most syrupy way. “about you fucking me. about your cock.”
“pips–”
“i’m so achy, caleb.”
and you reached a hand down, hiking the skirt he’d dressed you in that morning — pale pink, lace-trimmed, like a doll’s dress. his doll. you let your fingers brush the inside of your thigh, slip against the gusset of your panties.
“see?”
he set the bowl of soup aside slowly, precisely, each and every movement controlled and calculated. too calculated. he crouched, and his hand shot through the bars, grabbing your wrist suddenly, tight enough to make you gasp in pain.
he pulled your hand to his nose, and inhaled deeply.
“you’re not aroused.” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. “you’re terrified. you smell like fear.” he released your wrist with force, pushing it back behind the bars, his eyes pitch-black. “you’re trying to manipulate me, pips.”
your heart hammered against your ribs. your plan was failing before being set into motion. “no, i’m not–”
“shhh.” he pressed a finger to your lips through the bars, that sweet expression you know and love returning for a second. “you’re awful at lying. i’ve known you since we were little. i know when you’re scared.”
he leaned closer, his breath warm on your cheek. “but you know what? i appreciate the effort. it means you’re trying to understand how this works.”
then he stood up, and your hope crumbled into dust.
“so here’s what we’re going to do.” he said, his voice casual, as if discussing the current weather.
wait, what?
“you said you want my cock. you said you’re wet. so i’ll give it to you.” his hands moved to his belt, unbuttoning his uniform pants. “but you stay in that cage. i’ll fuck you through the bars.”
wait, wait, wait…
horror washed over you, cold and thick, draining all the warmth from your body.
this wasn’t happening. this couldn’t be real.
you didn’t want this.
“no.” you choked out, taking a step back into the cage, hitting another set of bars. “caleb, please–”
“ah.” he smiled, a bright, insane twist of his lips. “so you were lying. you don’t want it. you’re just scared and you want to get out.” he tilted his head, mocking you.
wait, please, wait…
“well, now you have a choice. you either go through with your lie, and i fuck you through the bars. or you admit you lied, and i leave you in here for another week.”
your body shook, tears blurring your vision, making the terrifying posture of the colonel even more frightening. the promise of another week in this cage, of his constant, smothering attention.
felt like a sentence to a different kind of madness.
“i…” your voice broke, the two ideas dueling in your mind. you closed your eyes, trying to sort it out. “i don’t know.”
to no avail.
“turn around then.” he said, making the choice for you.
and it wasn’t a request.
with a hitching breath, you turned, facing into the darkest corner of the cage. you leaned forward, on your hands and knees, grasping the cold bars with one hand, while the other hiked your skirt up your ass.
“fuck.” he immediately let out a soft, hungry sound — it has been a few days since you had sex and he was pent up.
you heard his trousers rustle, and then his hand was there, between the bars, cupping your plush ass. his thumb hooked beneath the lace of your panties, pushing the fabric aside.
and then his fingers were inside you.
“aa-ahh.” you jolted, a cry sticking in your throat at his sudden intrusion. two fingers penetrated you, now pushing and prodding with vigor.
you were not aroused. you were dry as dust.
terrified.
“ah.” he murmured, his fingers scissoring cruelly inside you. “i told you. you’re a terrible liar.” he withdrew his hand for a moment, and there was a figment of hope.
only to hear the sound of him spitting into his palm. “but a lie has consequences.”
his eyes never left yours as his hand returned to the gaps in the bars. “so let’s try this again, pipsqueak. you said you wanted it. said you needed it. let’s see if i can make it true.”
he pressed his fingertips against lace and flesh, and this time he didn’t just push. he hooked them deep inside, dragging his spit-slick skin across the thin lace of your panties as he reached inside. your body convulsed with a sharp, unwelcome jolt as he hit deep, and a slow, humiliating dampness began to gather between your legs at his thrusts.
“aha.” he hummed, a low vibration of perverted appreciation. “there it is. there’s my pretty girl’s truth.” he curled his fingers inside your cunt, precise and clinical, scissoring them until you couldn’t help the shiver of arousal — and something else — that shook your spine.
“you’re responding. better than i thought.”
he withdrew his hand again, and you felt the cold air rush where he’d been, brushing your bare pussy. “don’t move.” he ordered, his voice cutting across the silence.
you remained frozen, tensed for what came next.
was he gonna leave you? was he–
you heard him spit again. a loud, leisurely sound, followed by the spatter of his saliva hitting the bars, the floor.
“spread wider.” he commanded sharply, and when you only hunched further away from him, he snapped. his hand shot through, grabbed the lace edge of your panties and yanked you back to him.
rendering you completely bare now that your underwear were torn.
“you don’t listen anymore.” he tutted, and you heard the rustle of his uniform as he leaned closer. “that’s okay. i’ll make you.”
then the cold, wet cloud of his spit slapped against your slit, already sensitive and responsive. you jerked in place, a gasp torn from you at the feeling of his sticky saliva.
and he did it again. and again.
“so wasteful…” he mused, spitting once more, this time letting the superfluous saliva drip down your inner thighs and onto the floor. “dirty girl! a little bitch in heat, dripping all over my fingers just to escape.”
his fingers returned, this time coated not just in spit but in the shiny arousal that had dried on his palm from earlier, making it all more disgusting. he drew it across your exposed flesh, smearing the juices back onto your clit, mixing it with the fresh dripping arousal he was forcing from you.
“i will let you walk freely around the house, but only when my cum is deep inside you. hm, how about that? you’ll be so full of me.”
and with that he fucked two fingers inside you again, this time smooth and swift. the friction has improved, now lubed by your neediness and his spit; your body, betraying you as completely as he had, clenched around him with desperation.
he pumped his hand fast, breathing sharply with the effort.
“you like it.” he growled, breathing hot against the bars near your ass. “your cunt is drooling all over my knuckles. sucking me in. you’re making a mess like a cheap whore.”
your panties, torn to the side, barely hanging on your inner thigh, were indeed drenched now, a dark, humiliating stain plastered against your skin. he hooked a spare finger into the broken fabric, rubbing it against your hardened clit.
“i should’ve spared them. make you wear them as my cum drips out of you.”
“s-shit.”
ignoring your muffled moans and whimpers, he removed his fingers and stared at them, admiring the glistening arousal he coaxed out of you. he brought them to his lips and licked them clean — now that there was something he could feast on, his eyes closing in a parodic mockery of ecstasy.
“so sweet. so you. even like this, disgusting and betraying, you taste like mine.”
your stomach churned, humiliation burning like acid in your throat. something else in your tummy twisted too. you were close — too close — to the edge of a climax you didn’t want, provoked by nothing more than his degradation.
“pl-lease…” you whimpered, before you could stop yourself; not even you knew what you were begging for.
“please what?” he whispered, a vicious kindness tinging his voice. “please let you cum? is that it, pipsqueak? you feel so guilty for being this gross, you want me to give you permission?”
he shook his head, a false pity dancing on his features. “no. you don’t get to cum like this.”
no further questioning was possible as you felt it.
“fu-fuckk.”
the head of his cock pressed against you, blunt and hot. no condom in sight. he pushed in at once, and there was a tearing, stinging pain as he forced his way inside your underprepared cunt. you screamed, the sound raw and broken in the quiet room, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held onto the bars for dear life.
“shhh.” he soothed, his hands gripping your hips through the bars, his thumbs digging into your meaty flesh. “you asked for this. you wanted this.”
he started to move, and each thrust was a punishment, a claiming stroke that shook the cage and you altogether. the bars dug into your palms with each thrust; your knuckles were white where you grasped them, clasping at them as if the bars could save you.
“you are mine.” he growled, his pace brutal yet disciplined, hips meeting yours through the tight gaps in hurried juts. “every part of you. every breath. every heartbeat. no one else will ever have you. no one else will ever know you like i do.”
tears blurred your vision fully. the pain had become a distant, numb thing, as pleasure consumed you entirely. you felt detached, floating above yourself as your childhood friend and boyfriend ravaged you like an enemy.
“say it.” he demanded, his thrusts growing erratic, deeper, a clear sign he would finish soon. “say you’re mine.”
your voice was a rasp, bouncing around the rattling cage. “’m you-rs.”
“say you’ll never look at anyone else.”
“–nev-r lo-ok a-nyo-lse–”
“say you love me.”
your throat closed. the words froze on your tongue, plagued by the harshness of his thrusts.
oh, you were doing so well…
he drove into you again and again, harder, and a new type of pain lanced through your core as his cock kissed your cervix. “say it.”
“i love you.” you finally whimpered, and it felt like a part of your soul cracked and fell away with this confession.
he groaned, a low, triumphant sound, and you felt him pulse deep inside you, his cum hot and persistent as it took shelter in your tummy.
for a long moment, he hung there, breathing heavily against the bars. then he pulled out. and the abrupt emptiness made you crumble to the floor of the cage.
he tucked himself back in, then crouched once more, looking at you through the gaps. you couldn’t meet his eyes. you couldn’t move as cum slowly oozed out of your abused cunt.
perfect.
“good girl.” he whispered, his voice tender again, like a lover’s. “you earned it.” he reached through, his hand gently tilting your chin up, his fingers brushing at your tear-stained face. “i’ll let you out in the morning. we’ll have breakfast in bed, like a normal couple.”
he paused.
“but not outside.” he straightened, smile dropping for a second. “not until i breed you for the whole world to see.”
you curled into a ball on the cushions, your body aching, your mind a blank, terrified white as caleb continued to caress you.
you had asked for freedom. he had given you this instead.
and you knew, in the pit of your stomach, that the cage was not the metal one.
“F-fuck—slow downnnah,” he whimpers, breathy moans escaping his throat as you repeatedly slam down onto his thick cock, a mix of your cum and his nastily squelching and echoing off your bedroom walls.
Your poor expensive bathing suit bottoms now ruined, pushed to the side, too hasty and needy to ride the cute pool boy you hired. Your bathing suit top discarded on the floor along with his swim shorts. Your pussy grips him like a vice, sucking him in, milking him for his life, aiming to make him cum for a third time now. “God, your cock feels so good! I just can’t stop!” You smile down at him, sliding your hands up your waist and to your heavy tits, groping them in your hands. “Come on,” you pout, “just one more?”
His eyes are glazed over, slowly blinking up at you through white lashes, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. “Nnngh! You’re milking me dry! How—how are you—ah!” He lets out a high pitched moan, voice cracking when you slam your ass down on him, his tip bumping against your cervix. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He swallows thickly, mouth dry.
“Can’t you keep up?” You say in a mocking tone, cocking your head to the side, licking your lips. Slowly, you grind your hips back and forth, clenching around his throbbing cock. “Mmmph!” You bite down on your lower lip, dragging your nails down his chest to watch him squirm underneath you. “Don’t be embarrassed if you can’t,” you giggle, craning your neck downward to press soft kisses against his neck. “I’ll just teach you,” you whisper in his ear.
A blissful sigh falls past his lips, breath shuddering under your every touch and word. His eyes roll back as you slowly lift your hips and sink back down on his cock again, just perfectly edging him so he can’t cum too quick. It’s absolute torture what you’re doing to him right now, but it feels so good. He was supposed to come here, clean your pool and head to his next job, but seeing you in that bikini made his mind wander places they shouldn’t have. Now, you’re using his cock like a personal dildo.
“I’m—I’m gonna—ah—be late!” He croaks, brows furrowing in pleasure when you lick a stripe from his neck up to his ear.
“Just say you were stuck in traffic, yeah?” You lightly bite on his ear, sinking back down on his throbbing length and grinding your hips in small circles. “It’s just…I really, really—ah—can’t stop…fucking you.” Your sultry voice sent shivers down his spine, his entire body felt like it was on fire and ready to explode. You were a complete vixen. “Please,” you beg, pressing a complementary kiss to his lips.
How could he say no? How could he say no when you were fucking him this good? When your pussy felt like it was molded perfectly for his cock. The way you were fucking him stupid, making him cum over and over without stopping. And when you smile down at him so prettily, that controlling, hungry look in your eyes. The way your tits bounced in his face, so tempted to suck and lick at your nipples. He knew he couldn’t say no.
“Okay, okay,” he breathily said, nodding his head. “Just keep using me like I’m your toy, mommy.” He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his hands inching their way up your waist, a bruising grip on your skin.
“Awe,” you giggle at the name, “how cute.” His cheeks burn pink as he realizes what he said, but knows that all of his shame went out the window as soon as he laid eyes upon you. “Don’t worry, mommy will keep using you however she wants.”
toji just couldn’t help himself. The minute the kids were out the door, off to sleep over at their friends, he was on you like a wild animal. Your panties and sweats around your ankles, shirt bunched up at your chest, allowing him easy aces to grip your full tits while he fucks you from behind. You’re bent over the arm of the couch, your arms pinned behind your back as the sheer force of his cock knocks you forward. It’s been weeks since either of you have been able to get a proper fuck in, always sneaking away or being too tired at night. But now? Toji is letting all that pent up frustration out on your poor cunt.
“Hahhh, fuckkkk!” He tosses his head back, the fat of your ass smacking against his pelvis, rippling against him. “You’re so fucking wet for me—ohhhh shit, baby. Can’t get over this pussy.” He bites on his lip, his large hand, squeezing your ass, spreading it to watch his cock disappear in and out of you, your juices coating his length. It’s one of the best things he’s ever seen.
“Nngh, Toji!” You cry into the cushion, drooling. He’s deep inside, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl and stomach warm. “You feel so fucking good. Oh my god! Baby, baby, fuck—I’m gonna cum!” You gasp, body tensing up, cunt squeezing around him as it builds up. “Cummingggg!” You scream, eyes squeezed shut as you tremble beneath him.
“Fuck yes, mama, give it to me,” he rasps, the palm of his hand swatting at your ass a few times, leaving you whimpering. “Look at you creaming all on my dick.” His eyes hang low, transfixed on the whjte, creamy mess between you two. “Makes me wanna give you another baby. Just breed you, fill this cunt up.” He has a smug smile the whole time.You tighten around him at the thought, and he notices.
He chuckles, leaning down, chest pressed to your back, his breath fanning against your ear. He can hear every little whimper and moans that escapes you, letting him know just how much he’s ruining you. “You like that thought, huh? Gonna keep fucking you and breed your pussy over and over. You wanna give me another baby, mama?” He coos in your ear, fucking you slow and deep, every little movement of his hips has you shuddering.
“Yessss, yesss!” You nod, jaw slack when you feel him throb inside of you. “Fucking breed me, baby,” you choke out. He snarls in your ear, standing straight up again, repositioning himself. His hands grip your hips tightly, lifting them to pull you back on his cock, raising his leg and propping it on the arm of the couch as he fucks you hard. He’s fucking you like he has something to prove, teeth bared. The lewd sounds echo through the house, skin slapping, heavy breathing, screams of pleasure, it’s all there. Each thrust leaves you gasping, clawing the cushions below. “Tojiiii!”
“I know, mama, I know. Just fucking take it. I’m…hahhh fuckkkk—I’m almost there! You’re gonna make me cum so much!” His thrusts grow sloppier but his grip on your hips is still bruising. “Shittttt! You look so fucking good like this—ready to be bred.” His heart pounds against his chest and his balls feel heavier than ever. His chest rises and falls with each breath, his abs tensing as he draws closer to his orgasm. “I’m cumming, mama—fuckkkkk, yesss, yes, stay just like for me—oh shit!” He moans, nearly collapsing on top of you as he pressing into you deeply, every inch inside of you as he empties his balls into your cunt.
Both of you try and catch your breath as he pulls away, slowly sliding out of you. A thick glob of cum seeps out of your cunt, leaking down your slit. “I can feel it coming out!” You giggle, looking over your shoulder at him.
“Ah, ah, don’t move, baby. I wanna admire this.” Both of his hands spread your cheeks, a smile spreading across his face and more cum trickles down, some even leaking on the wooden floor. “God, I fucking love you.” He smacks your ass, leaving a trail of kisses from your ass all the way up to your neck until he makes it to your lips, messily kissing you.
“Mmph, I love you too.” You bite your lip as you smile at him. He helps you to your feet, holding your hand. “You know what position works really well for breeding?” You smirk at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Which position, mama?” He quirks a playful expression, running his hands over your waist.
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Tags: bully!caleb x student reader, bullying, forced blowjob, noncon, mentions of baby trapping
AN: Wrote this as a little warmup to get back into writing!! Enjoy :3
♥︎ ݁ 𓏲 Thinking of bully!Caleb whose made you start to dread the final bell. It doesn’t matter how quiet you try to stay, how quickly you pack your books, or how carefully you plan your escape—Caleb always finds you. It’s like he knows every route you might take, every second you linger, every weak point in your armor. And he takes full advantage of it.
He’s made a game of it. Pulling your hair when you’re distracted in class, tossing barbed jokes your way when the teacher’s back is turned. He flicks the tip of your ear with a pencil, calls you names he knows get under your skin, and smiles as he enjoys every flinch. He corners you after school in stairwells or classrooms with broken locks—places no one checks anymore. And every time, you freeze. You don’t fight back. You don’t know how.
You tell yourself to stand up to him, to push past the knot in your throat and say something that will make him stop—but the words never come. They die on your tongue, choked out by the fear that coils in your chest every time you see his face.
So when the last bell rings, your body moves on instinct. You rush from your last class, head down, weaving through the crowd like prey trying not to be noticed. Your locker door swings open, your hands fumbling with your books, shoving everything into your bag with a speed that borders on panic.
You slam the locker shut—and jump back.
He’s there.
Leaning against the locker beside yours, silent, smug, like he’s been waiting all day for this. His arms are crossed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the faint bruises and scrapes that make him look even more dangerous. He raises an eyebrow slowly, his mouth curling into a grin that makes your stomach turn.
“Hi Caleb...” you manage, voice tight. “Excuse me.”
You try to slide past him, but he steps in your path, his body blocking your way with calculated ease. His size is overwhelming up close—he’s tall, broad, every inch of him designed to intimidate. The hallway lights flicker above, and for a second, all you can hear is your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.
“Not so fast, squirt,” he says, leaning in just enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath. “You’re not goin home just yet. I’ve got somethin to show you.”
You try to twist away, your hand tightening around the strap of your backpack. “N-no, I have to go home. My Grandma—”
Before you can finish, he grabs your arm. His hand clamps down like a vice, the pressure sharp enough to make your breath hitch. You try to pull away, but he tightens his grip, dragging you a step backward down the hallway.
“Don’t start with the excuses,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. You can practically imagine the eye roll. “You know how this goes.”
You yelp, pain shooting through your arm, but no one’s around to hear it. The hallway is deserted now—classrooms emptied, teachers vanished, the whole building caught in that eerie quiet that settles just after school ends.
You glance around, hoping for someone, anyone, to round the corner. But there’s nothing. Just flickering lights and the soft creak of old floor tiles under your feet.
Caleb leans closer, his face inches from yours. “Shh. Be a good girl,” he says, mockingly gentle, like you’re a pet that needs taming. “It’ll be easier that way.”
You swallow hard. The fear in your gut coils tighter, knotting itself into something that steals your breath. You have no idea where he’s taking you—only that it won’t be good. That whatever line he hasn’t crossed yet, he’s getting close now.
You scan the hallway with wide eyes, desperate for an escape, a teacher, a janitor, anyone. But it’s empty. Just peeling paint, humming lights, and Caleb’s grip like steel around your arm. He doesn’t even look at you as he drags you along—just stares straight ahead, like this is routine. Like you’re not even resisting.
You try to speak, to stall, plead, scream—but your voice dies in your throat. Panic fogs your thoughts. Your mind scrambles for a plan, but it’s all static. He turns sharply and yanks open the door to an old classroom—one of the forgotten ones, locked most days, never used. You recognize the broken light above the door, the smell of mildew seeping from the cracks.
The room is silent. Desks are overturned or stacked haphazardly against the walls. Dust hangs in the air like smoke, catching the pale sunlight bleeding through the blinds. You try to plant your feet, try to pull back—but before you can even protest, he shoves you.
You stumble. Your arms flail for balance, but there's nothing to catch. Your breath catches as the floor rushes up—you brace for the sting, the sharp shock of tile against your knees, your palms, your face.
But it never comes.
The air around you bends. You feel it shift before your eyes do—the edges of the room blur, warping like heat waves on pavement. Your fall slows instantly, then stops. You hover, weightless, just inches above the ground. There’s no wind, no sound…just a strange, pulsing pressure pressing in from every side.
Gravitational waves.
Your heart jolts in your chest, skips a beat, then races twice as fast. You can’t breathe right. The air feels thin, like it’s being sucked out of the room. You gasp once, twice, but your lungs won’t fill.
His Evol.
You’ve seen flashes of it before…the subtle warps in space when he’s angry, the momentary shifts in gravity around his desk. But this is different. This is intentional. It’s focused on you.
Your limbs float helplessly, disconnected from the ground. You’re like a puppet caught in a glitch, like gravity has forgotten how to hold you. The pressure clamps around your torso, your spine, behind your knees. You try to move, to scream, to fight it—but you can’t.
Behind you, the door clicks shut. You don’t need to look to know he’s locked it. You hear the bolt slide into place, solid and final. The sound echoes in the silence, louder than it should be. A chill runs down your neck.
Then: laughter. A low, rumbling chuckle. It fills the space like smoke, curling around your thoughts. Caleb steps into your field of vision. His arms hang relaxed at his sides. His head tilts slightly, eyes scanning you from head to toe like he’s inspecting something he just built. Or trapped.
"Why do you look so scared? I saved you, didn’t I? Where’s my thank you?" he says, his voice dripping with mock sympathy, like your terror is amusing to him. You barely register the words before the invisible force suspending you vanishes all at once.
You yelp as gravity slams back into your body. You hit the floor with a soft thud that still knocks the wind from your lungs. Pain shoots through your knees and elbows as they take the brunt of the impact. You groan, dazed, and try to catch your breath, hands trembling as they press against the cold, grimy tile.
Slowly, you raise your head—and meet his eyes. Those eyes.
His violet gaze is impossible to ignore, impossibly striking. You've always noticed how they glow slightly under harsh fluorescent lighting, otherworldly and sharp like cut amethyst. Devastatingly beautiful. It's cruel, you think—not just him, but the fact that someone like him gets to walk around with a face like that. That beauty and menace could exist in the same person, in the same look that leaves your chest hollow.
You don't answer him. You can't. Every part of you screams to stay still, to not make this worse. Silence feels safer than whatever would come out of your mouth.
He watches you for a beat longer, then exhales, irritated. The sound is theatrical. Like he's tired of playing a game only he enjoys. "You make this so boring, pips," he mutters, almost like he's scolding a stubborn pet. Then his hand lunges forward and grips your hair without warning.
You gasp, crying out as his fingers twist deep into your roots. He yanks you up with a force that sends sparks of pain through your scalp and down your spine. The world tilts. Your legs scramble to find footing as he hauls you upward like you weigh nothing. Your eyes water. Your breath stutters.
"Well, if you're not gonna talk, we'd better put that mouth to good use hm?"
You watch in horror as he forces you to your knees, the rough ground biting into your skin. He positions you directly in front of him, your eyes level with his crotch. With a cruel smirk, he begins to undo his belt, the metal clinking ominously. He unzips his pants, the sound of the zipper descending like a countdown to something terrible. You thrash in his hold, trying to free yourself, but he only yanks your hair harder, the pain sharp and searing, making your eyes water.
A tear slips down your cheek, a silent plea for mercy that goes unanswered. You clench your jaw tightly, refusing to let him use your mouth, but he doesn't seem to care. His erection springs free from his pants, thick and veiny, hard and throbbing with a pulse that makes something ache in your core. He begins to rub the tip against your tight-lipped mouth, the sensation repulsive and humiliating.
"Open wide, or I'll make you," he teases, his voice a low, threatening rumble. You shake your head defiantly, but he reaches down with his free hand and pinches your nose, cutting off your air supply. You struggle, your lungs burning as you lose air by the second.
No...no!
Your chest tightens, the panic rising, until finally, your body betrays you. You have no choice but to take a breath, opening your mouth and gasping for air. Caleb wastes no time, shoving his large cock inside as you take your first breath, causing you to choke harder as he holds your head in place. "Breathe through your nose. Shouldn't a slut like you know this?" he taunts, his voice dripping with contempt, as he begins to move, forcing you to take him deeper.
You obey, fighting to breathe as you follow his command. The sounds of Caleb's low groans and pants fill the room, mixing with the sloppy, wet sounds of you sucking him. You fall into a rhythm, your head bobbing back and forth, faster and faster, as if trying to end this nightmare as quickly as possible. He seems pleased with your compliance, his hands tightening in your hair, guiding you. This goes on for what feels like an eternity, each second stretching into an agonizing eternity.
"Shit...of course, you're a fucking natural," he groans, pushing you even harder against his groin. You choke again, feeling him grow impossibly bigger in your mouth, his pleasure building. He's almost there, almost... "Buuuut," he starts, suddenly pulling you off his cock. You cough, not prepared for the sudden influx of air, your lungs burning. You look up at him, tears streaming down your face, your eyes pleading. "C-can I go home now...?" The hope in your voice is palpable, but it's quickly crushed as a cruel smile spreads across his face.
"Not until I cream that pretty little pussy. Get to the window. Now."
You burst into tears, shaking your head furiously as you begin to crawl backwards, trying to put distance between you and him. The thought of him wanting to cum inside you, to have sex with you raw, is terrifying. "No...no..." you whine, your voice breaking with desperation. He sighs impatiently, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you against the window. You squirm, terrified as you catch a view of the schools landscape outside, where anyone could walk out at any moment.
"C-caleb please! Someones gonna see us…" you cry. He seems like he's only half listening, busying his other hand with pulling up your uniform shirt and pushing up your bra.
"Aww, is little miss honor roll worried someone will see and she'll get suspended?" Caleb says, warm breath against your ear.
You shiver as your tits are pressed against the cold glass, in plain view to anyone who could possibly pass by and happen to look up, warm breath against your ear as he pulls up your skirt and roughly shoves down your panties. "Don't worry. If you get pregnant and have to drop out it won't matter, you'll have a nice warm place to sleep right in my bed. Filled to the fucking brim. Every. Single. Night."
His words are a cruel promise, leaving you with a sense of dread and helplessness as you feel him beginning to shove his throbbing cock into your cunt.
literally anything with nasty nasty nasty Shigaraki and Dabi fucking anything they can get ahold of PLEEASE
SHIGARAKI TOMURA & DABI
♡ TW: NSFW, anal, oral, virgin reader, degradation, bondage, misogyny, double-penetration, a couple of empty death-threats, they’re both really mean and nasty in this
♡ FEM reader
Just thinking about Dabi and Shiggy fighting over which hole is better…
Both agree that it depends on the bitch.
For example, if she’s feisty or prissy – Shigaraki tends to go for a nice deep ass-fuck to put her in her place. Because nothing breaks a bitch faster than breaking in her tightest hole – and taking an ass is like telling a stupid slut she belongs to him. Because bending a whore over makes her thoroughly understand, without any room to disagree, that whatever she was, whatever she might have been before becoming his, now means nothing – because now she’s his filthy fucktoy– and his fucktoys live to please him – and a fucktoy’s own pleasure means nothing.
He enjoys seeing her fingers sprout before curling in on themselves, wrists wringing in their bonds, forming firm fists splitting her palms on her nails where she digs them in deep – while he warms himself with that tight hole that tries hard to keep him out, only to tense up and grip him even tighter when he starts to pull out.
He’ll look at her pretty face as it twists in pain and panting, biting the pillow as he sinks inside with a smile on his face. Mounting her while she has her ass raised for a pounding and her head down in a bow with her wrists tied to each ankle. Slapping his heavy ball sack against her ignored cunt as it begins to weep for some attention.
He'll shove in deeper for every thrust as though he’s blowing out a tunnel one heavy dig at a time until he’s all the way through. Letting drool fall from his tongue to where he watches himself disappear, fucking his own spit inside with a grunt – speeding up with another groan at the sight of her ass wiggling when smacking brutally against his hips, hitting her fast and hard from behind while his hands bury into the plush domes with only one pinky raised.
If she mouths off, he’ll place a foot on her face and stomp her down with a series of slaps to her ass until all she can mouth is but pretty pitiful pleas, muffled into the mattress, while her hole starts to squelch – fucked open and surrendering to his size.
He'll flip her over then – have her on her back missionary style. Watching her soaking cunt beg for some love – splitting a grin while granting none of it other than a mean slap to make her seize up and squeeze him even harder. He’ll watch her titties bounce with each deep thrust while she wears his hand like a collar – enjoying how that once defiant look turns to chagrin before further devolving into true humility – watching her tongue loll out as she pants like a bitch in heat for him – looking a happy mess getting fucked hard up her ass.
A bitch becomes submissive fast when he leaves their butt gaping. After taking him balls-deep and raw, emptying his thick load inside her and leaving it to trickle out the slowly closing cavity – going cold as it drips down to those puffy glossy pussylips, left stinging in the chilly air, welted by the cruel slaps given it by his hand.
She goes especially meek and sweet for him if he yanks her hair and fucks her face afterward – making her gluck around the fatness while steadily bumping against the back of her throat – telling her to lick up all the sticky cum and swallow, slapping her face with its heavy weight while it slowly grows limp in satisfaction.
A slut is best tamed when left unable to walk – when made to crawl on all fours – with an ass marred and marked by tough handprints and spotted rings where he’s bitten into it to make her scream.
That’s Shiggy's point of view, at least.
But Dabi disagrees…
He thinks there’s no better way to dominate a brat than by making her twitch with pleasure in spite of herself – by making her soak his cock with shame while pretty tears run down bloated cheeks as she pitiful shakes her head in whines and choked moans – aimlessly trying to deny she likes it despite kissing his fat cock with flutters and milking him tight for cum – visibly thankful to be treated like a sweet and silly breeding-toy.
Anyone can fuck a bitch, but not many can make her like it. Because making a silly slut enjoy it is true domination.
An art form Dabi has thoroughly mastered.
He’ll laugh at her in soft demeaning chuckles, keenly watching her sink guilty teeth into her bottom lip with thighs quaking as he roughly fans through her slit with gritty fingertips, flicking over her clit until she bursts and wets the sheets – ripping that moan so sweetly wet with defeat from her when sheathing himself back inside her again, now into walls tensed up with orgasm, somehow even deeper than before – tired from keeping him out – stormed into surrender, allowing him to sink all the way inside, nudging tight and right against her womb.
A slut is so cute like that. After he’s proved that she’s but a needy carnal thing in desperate need of some good fucking. When he’s rubbed her clit for so long, she’s gone numb and tingly – with hooded eyes blinking up at him so softly, resting sweetly in the palm of his hand while he slowly fucks into the puff of her wet warmth suckling him in all manners of gratitude.
That’s a housebroken pet in Dabi’s definition – a sweet thing who’s thankful for what he gives her – one who’s so blissful, overrun with pleasure, she moans out an ever so adorable thank you despite having her wrists tied tight behind her back – one who willingly drops her jaw open to receive his spit with a moan, swallowing so sweetly before opening her mouth up again. Pink love hearts pumping in her eyes.
A good submissive thing who prettily kneels at his feet, tongue rolled all the way out like a welcome mat, hungry for the cum he pours onto it – preciously sucking his cockhead clean afterward, kissing it with spit-slicken lips sticking to it in glistering bridges.
He enjoys that sweetly compliant look on a cute slut’s face – eyes doe-like and sparkling, cheeks swelled with the dew of sweat, tears, and cum – soothing words of devotion on her plump and pretty lips that kiss on his scars.
It’s the type of shit that makes him feel complete.
Shigaraki can agree with him on that part.
It’s nice to get a little comfort, but only if the tiny thing is cute enough. If she flinches in fear with shy eyes fluttering – anxious to even look up at him. If she spreads her legs and shows him her pretty clitty on nothing more but his say-so, offering herself in hopes he’ll be kind.
He enjoys driving a scaredy-cat crybaby like that over the edge – making her go cross-eyed and whiney, trembling beneath him with pretty tits strutting out tender and sore, shaking as he forces her over the brink yet again – splitting her mind apart the same way her cunt stretches over his fat veins.
Licking the tear stains off her cheeks with his teeth and tongue as he makes her hop like a bunny in his lap, whispering hotly upon the shell of her ear that he’ll turn her pretty body into a sorry pile of dust if she doesn’t hop a little faster and moan a little loader for him – wrapping both arms around her waist, drumming dry fingertips upon her hips in ever so ticklish threats while feeling her cunny clench him harder in return.
He enjoys watching his fingers bring a girl to her end in different ways than the usual one. Rubbing into her clit to make her pout and buck her hips or twisting a little nipple to see her gasp and whine. Putting his digits down her throat to shut her up, making her suck on them, worship them in hopes he won’t use them to hurt her.
Dabi likes doing that too – to make little threats with heated fingertips stroking over terribly sensitive skin, whispering at her softly that he’ll burn some notches into her if she does anything but be a sweet obedient cock-sleave for him. He’ll smile, kiss her a bit once she starts bleating – chanting in warm ticklish breaths, warning her of how it’s way worse than having a cigarette put out on her skin and that it’ll leave a mark that won't ever quite heal – so she should really do her best to make him happy before his patience runs thin.
They both love how a girl begs – how she clings around his neck and rubs herself into him for comfort, promising him that she’ll do whatever he says.
But some sluts need no threats to play nice. Some sluts need no convincing. Especially dumb ones. Those who walk around in wet panties and giggle at the sight of a jumping cock. Those masochistic braindead things who happily accept a feral night of being treated like nothing but a blow-up doll.
They’ll enjoy a silly slut with no sense of self-worth like that every now and again, but both agree it becomes a little tedious after a while.
After all, it’s most fun when there’s a little fight in her. Like those bitches and brats who glare at them with defiant eyes – those they can really enjoy forcing onto their knees.
Oh- that and virgins…
Not that a virgin has so much fight in her per se, but she’s just so cutely unwilling and shy that it becomes fun to watch her struggle – so adorable, pleading with them as though they give a shit that she’s been saving herself for someone special. Asking them to be gentle, to give her a moment, to wait.
It’s the way she seizes up and ripples around the stretch – unsure whether she likes it or not and further unsure if she should be enjoying it even though it hurts a little. How she preciously begs them to use a condom, shaking her head with a pout when feeling that ruining warmth fill her up for the first time. Pitifully whimpering all cute as they fuck their cum into her.
And further flicking her clit to make her swell up on the inside before gushing on them. Shigaraki grins like none other when making an innocent cutie cum on his cock as he drives it up raw, buried deep between her soft thighs with her precious moaning face squeezed tight between four fingers – her own panties stuffed in her mouth, keeping her soft, mewing for him while sucking on her own sweetness as she soaks his cock with virgin juices so sweet and luscious – trembling on him with delightful orgasmic shivers that pleasure his cock so snug.
But it’s not only her cunt that deserves a good ruining… A virgin deserves cum in all her holes on her first time – that’s why they tag-team. Sweet and pretty virgins who barely even know how to touch themselves.
Sweet and pretty virgins like you.
You don’t want anything inside you, but silly little virgins like you don’t have a choice. Their meat is going inside you every which way, and there’s nothing you can do to stop them. They’re going in, and they’re going in sweet and deep in all your tight holes to fill you up with thick heavy cream until you can’t remember a feeling unlike it – until you don’t know anything but what their sweetly salty acid tastes like.
“She sweet?” Dabi asks, holding a stitched hand in your hair – woven between your soft locks as he shoves his cock in and out of your open and struggling mouth – smiling some at how your tongue curls, unsure of where to place itself when his length takes up all the space.
“Like ripe fruit,” Shigaraki answers in a muffled groan, his mouth on your slit, sliding his tongue through the folds in ticklish kitten licks with two of his fingers kneading knuckle-deep in your pussy, twisting about themselves to explore your squishy wet insides while you worm beneath him – hips shaking at the foreign intrusion as you whimper around the thickness in your mouth.
“You’re terrible at this….” Dabi chuckles, fingering your hair to hold you steady, fucking into the pocket of your cheek, watching it bulge from the inside out – his other hand twisting and pulling on your chest, rubbing your poor nipple into a firm nub between rough fingertips. “Don’t worry your pretty head, though- I’ll teach you to be a good cum-swallowing slut in no time~”
Shigaraki curls his digits – you moan, and they laugh – and Dabi shoves in deeper until you scream for air around him while Shigaraki holds your budding clit between lips and teeth, softly gnawing on it to make you squirm – and then his fingers disappear, dripping with slick, leaving your hole fluttering on something that seems to rivet your entire body – leaving you shivering in soft numb fuzzy warmth.
And then his fingers come back, only now prodding your other hole – his mouth chuckling hot breaths on your drippy cunt, enjoying the way you shake in the aftershocks while he skewers one long finger inside your tight ass. Biting his lip at how your firmness clenches around him in a pulse – his cock rising with seeking ambition, impatiently awaiting the feel of that tautness on himself.
You whine as he starts messaging your insides, gasping with a yelp when another finger joins the first. You feel the warmth of his spit smear your cheeks before being fucked into you, squishy with squelches, while you loosen up and start accepting the way he aims to slide them in and out – pounding the sore soft hole until it simply gapes open.
“There you go, good anal-slut~ open up wide for me~” Shigaraki teases, giving your hip a slap. Burying his hands in your plush domes, he spreads you wide and takes a dive with his tongue first – eagerly slurping both your stretched holes, from your dripping pussy over your taint to mouth kisses to your puckering butthole – both places loose and ready for their thick meat. “It’s time.”
Dabi grins, popping his cockhead from the corner of your mouth – slapping the spit-dripping heaviness on your face. “You ready to lose your purity, little slut?” He taunts, jerking his meat against the softness of your dewy face. “I’m gonna fill your little virgin womb up with my filthy cum until you start to bulge.”
You cry at the promise in his threat while Shigaraki slides his cock between your asscheeks, fucking the plush crack with fingers curling around the small of your waist – digging his fingertips into you with greed, only his pinkies raised while he pulls you closer.
Dabi holds you at the hips, tugging you onto his lap – his wet cock slicking your belly while your tits strut forth, pretty and perky above him – one of Shigaraki's hands slithers about your waist to grope one of them, making you gasp before you choke on the sound – forced down on both cocks breaking in your holes, stretching you so bad tears immediately well, coming pouring down in fat streams.
“Please- ah- please.” You wince, but none of them listen.
Shigaraki grabs the rope that ties your wrists together at the small of your back and pushes you down until your face squishes against Dabi’s chest, where he begins to patronize you in soft coos and shushes.
“Don’t fuss, baby virgin.” He soothes in a softly dark murmur, feeling you clench – gripping the veins of his cock while he forces himself in deeper. “Milk me for cum like a grateful slut, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”
You shudder at the stretch, feeling close to tearing – while Shigaraki sinks inch by inch inside your narrow butt with a hand holding you down, keeping you bent over with your ass up to receive him. He hisses at how you clutch him in a chokehold, trying so hard to keep him out only to take him balls-deep with his heavy ballsack smudged tight against the puff of your pussy where Dabi soon has himself swallowed down to the hilt.
You whine openmouthed and loudly once Shigaraki starts to drag himself out again, holding onto his cock tightly in fluttering spasms. “You’re moaning like a real anal-slut now~ happy for a big cock in your ass~” He laughs, lolling only the tip of himself inside your open hole – dipping inside it in shallow fucks to make you wider.
Gleefully watching your face twist in pain, with spit and tears wetting your mouth, drooling onto Dabi’s chest as he keeps himself nice and warm, stored all the way up to your cervix – his cockhead giving it a tight and painful kiss, nudging against it in a way it feels as though he might break through into your stomach – his long cock so big it has to bend inside your cunt for all of it to fit, making your back want to arch – though kept in a pretty slope by the hand pushing you down flat while they stretch and fuck your holes with sadistic smiles glistening on their sharp teeth.
You go numb in pain after some time, after your butt starts to gape and accepts the fat cock shoved inside it with a gushy squelch – wet with Shigaraki’s spit and the juice pouring from your cunt being fucked nice and tight where Dabi never fully pulls out more than halfway before fitting himself deep again – more enjoying the way your walls squeeze him soft and tight like a loving hug more than the motion.
Besides, the friction of feeling Shigaraki pound the other hole on the opposite side of your walls and the way it makes you tense and seize up is enough to soothe the ache in his balls.
He puts his hands around your head and holds you where you lay, sniffling against his chest, giving your temple a kiss along with a couple of sweet nothings whispered gently at your face. “You’re so soft now… taking it so good~” He pets your head in slow strokes in contrast to the heavy hitting your poor ass receives from behind. Hammered deep and raw and unrelenting. “Good sluts like you deserve your reward….” He coos, and you feel Shigaraki’s hand slither to rest on your stomach, messaging tight and greedy circles into the place where the two of them bulge inside you.
“My anal pet is gonna get her reward right here real soon~” He singsongs. “Warm and thick right in your little belly.”
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Like, how could he not? He even admits himself that he has a long-standing desire to ‘protect’ you and remain close to you. His need to protect and maintain control over you has been a prevalent trait of his since you were children. The difference is that before, it could be deemed as sweet. But now, it only feels suffocating. So, when Caleb felt as if you’re straying too far from him, he came up with the perfect solution.
His only goal, his only instinct is to keep you away from harm. Safe. With him. His own ego and sense of pride take control of this situation once he knows you are secured in a place only he has access to. So how does he keep you in a place where he knows you won’t leave? And he’ll have access to 24/7? How can he make sure that you’re in a position where you’re safe, away from harm, unable to leave, bound to him, protected, and…
The idea comes into Caleb’s head, leaving him a man obsessed.
He starts letting his intentions slip into casual conversation. Off-handedly mentions something about how you made his Skyhaven home so inviting and heartwarming for his birthday…you should go back home with him instead of staying in Linkon…you should just y’know, tie the knot and he could provide a really good life for you! The tone he says it in is light hearted, so you just giggle and say yeah, wouldn’t that be fun? If only you could! Haha. He pauses for a moment, but laughs himself.
Whenever you two hook up, you’re mindful to bring a form of protection. You bring condoms every time. Although, he tends to whine about how they dull the feeling and doesn’t feel as good as the real thing. You sigh and, if it’s a safe-ish day based on your cycle, you. tell him to just be sure to pull out. Which he does. He likes seeing cum on your stomach…even if there’s a note of disappointment on his face each time that you do try to ignore. He asks you why you don’t want kids yet, and you reply with something about ‘just not being ready yet, you want to keep your options open for the future…’ Which he mutters something about understanding what you mean in reply, but the look on his face says otherwise.
You do get a bad feeling from him sometimes. But again, you ignore it. You know him, he loves you, and above all, he feels good. Sure, he has his faults, but the chance of you catching a better fish in the sea is low. He cooks and cares for you, checks up on you often, accompanies you and takes you out, plus his dick is big and he’s got a lot of stamina, so come on, of course you’d keep him around.
Alas, Caleb was bound to snap eventually. You’re going at it as usual, you on your back. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing labored, murmurs something about being close.
Normally, when he says that, he sits more straight up, making it easier to quickly pull out and cum on your stomach. But this time, he stays close, skin to skin, bodies pressed together. You even think he suddenly seems to press himself even closer. You curl your hand into a fist and gently tap on the nape of his neck a bit, murmuring hey, don’t cum in me, just in case he forgot.
He stops. Everything. He leans up, looks down at you, eyes half-lidded and full of emotion that you haven’t seen before, but something about it is so manic and dazed that it creates a pit of unease in your stomach. It’s not a pleasant look. His eyes are narrowed, his lips are pulled tight and his jaw clenches with frustration, irritation. He looks upset. Petulant.
But the look breaks after a split second. Caleb shakes his head and sighs, as if to himself, hanging his head as he leans back down, pressing your bodies together again, only this time, he grabs each of your wrists, pulling them together and locking them together with his bionic arm so you can’t wriggle out, and gripping the sheets below with his other.
You panic and thrash and question what he’s doing. You think you probably ruined the mood and he lost his arousal a bit or something, and he’s working his way back up to being close…no. You’re still whining out little startled interrogatives and hey, stop, hold on, when he rolls his hips especially hard, causing you to cut off your words. You look back up at his face, which now suddenly looks calm, determined, blissful even, as he says gently: shh, don’t worry about it.
His thrusting into you returns back to the vigour as before. Harder, even. You can physically feel the frustration leave his body, and, in your confused, worried silence, he says in a low whisper to hold still.
I’m gonna knock you up.
He flips you over would render you more unable to move at all. You sure try to with all your might – crying out and protesting and freaking out, kicking and thrashing, but it’s no use. Amidst his heavy movements and labored breathing, he mumbles into your ear saying that he’s gonna put a baby in you, knock you up…you’ll be so cute swollen up with my baby…but don’t worry, you’ll be okay, you’ll be happy, with me, with them. He knows you’ll need him. He knows you would. You could never make it on your own, but you don’t have to worry, because he’ll take care of you. All of you. You won’t be able to resist the offer of his support and protection.
His attempt at comfort is too much for you to handle. What's even more baffling to you is that even as you protest, he’s not listening to you.
B-but... I don't want--
Don’t worry about it, I’ll be there for you.
But…you can't just do this to me!
Don’t worry…you’ll be fine. I promise.
Caleb comes inside you. He's too excited to notice the look on your face, at least not for a few seconds, finally turning to you after realizing your stunned silence.
Mm? Something wrong?
...That...that's...you...
And really, nothing you can say can actually change his mind. For gods sake, don’t you get it? Being at home with his kids and having his babies is the only way he can make sure that you’re not leaving. It would be a perfect little world where it’s just you and him. And the kids. Yes you'll be a good mom, yes you'll be fine, and yes if you’re that paranoid, you can get your friend Dr. Zayne to check up on you so you'll be great health-wise. If you try to talk him out of it, it’s akin to trying to reason with a brick wall.
His determination is frighteningly obsessive. Even when he's inside you, hips bouncing off the back of your thighs, he keeps talking about it, words slurring as he mumbles something about putting a baby in you, knocking you up, so on and so on, all the while, gripping at your hips and making sure to slam all the way in as far as possible when he finally cums inside you. Maybe he's already accomplished what he wants, who knows, but he has to just keep trying until it's certain, so you only get a few minutes of respite before starting back again. Now, no condoms. No pulling out, even though you haven’t learnt your lesson and still beg for him to do so. Whimpering and pulling at his hair, pushing at his chest, all night long, over and over.
You’re still pleading with him, trying to reason with him, but you can tell that your pleas are getting weaker by each day. You’ve come to terms that it will be a death sentence to any hope of escaping him. He’ll always get to you somehow. You've been thinking about trying to leave since being dragged here three days or so ago, trying not to let him inhibit you. You just need some more time, just a little bit of time...
You don't get that time.
It doesn't take long. He's young and virile, so, maybe, that’s why your cycle is late. The realization hits you like a punch to the stomach. At first, you don't say anything, deciding not to bring the matter up unless he does, partially out of your own denial. But Caleb is attentive. He never forgets a thing about you, much less when you’d be expecting your period. So, after a while…you can see the gears turning in his head. You've been here a month now. You haven't bled at all in that time (he would know, he's been fucking you multiple times a day)...so that means...?
Caleb’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. He almost looks as if he’s unable to hold himself back when he reaches out and wraps his arms around you tenderly. He's ecstatic for the rest of the day, unable to shut up about how great this is and all the things you're going to do.
He’s extra-careful with you now. He treats you as if you can’t do anything by yourself— which was kind of true in the first few months; since you’ve been relocated to Skyhaven, you’ve experienced nausea from altitude sickness which unhelpfully overlapped with the nausea from pregnancy, rendering you ill most of the time. You still have sex, carefully and a lot more gently, and sometimes he'll just look you up and down, staring at your belly for a few moments with a haze in his eyes before dragging you back to bed so you can get plenty of rest by his side. It's not like you can resist much.
And of course, any negativity from you is shut down on the spot. At first, he mistakes it for nervousness— don't worry, it will be fine! You’ll have him. That’s the most important thing. He can assure you, over and over, telling you to just not worry about it is his default answer to any concern you have. He assumes that you’re all uptight and stressed because you’re hormonal, so he doesn’t really take anything you say into heart.
“I’ve said it before. Just relax.”
Soon, you find yourself in the hospital. Despite having a living, breathing infant in your arms, you could only feel fear, having to process and accept reality that your future is being sealed, that you realize this is actually, genuinely the beginning of the rest of your life. You try not to think too much about it.
Unfortunately, you barely get any time to rest. It’s hard with a newborn and with Caleb pestering you all day asking are you feeling okay? do you need help? do you want some hot water to drink? do you think we can get started on the next one now? Despite you seriously telling him that he has to wait a few weeks, which is what the doctor said, he gets all stressed again because ‘well, what if you try to leave in these weeks between?’ When you literally have your arms full with a mini-him.
But a few weeks passes and Caleb goes back to fucking you like a man starved when you finally give him your consent. It does burn a bit, after having gone a while without getting so ruthlessly stretched and pounded as he always does to you. He’s seemed to have forgotten about his own strength, as he grips your hips and arms and throat and presses your face into the mattress and fucks into you with such force that the whole bed creaks as it rocks back and forth.
After a while, his fingernails dig into your hips, holding your bodies as close as possible, the closer and closer you both get. You feel a sense of dread. You know what he’s trying to do.
Hey, no, give me some more t-time…
Just a little more time, just some time to feel like you can finally breathe, but once again, you don't get that time. He makes sure not a drop goes to waste when he stuffs you with cum. He stays inside you for some time, not pulling out so as to prevent any from spilling. Just like he did before. And the time before that. At least Caleb would hold you, rubbing your back, saying, it’s going to be okay.
You get a bad feeling that it’s not, when suddenly, there’s two.
Ironically, he gives you more freedom when you do eventually have more kids. It’s as if he knows you can’t get far with two…three…four children who need you. Plus, you need him to look after them all. It’s the one thing that he’s doing rather well. At the end of the day, Caleb is a good dad. He’s involved and energetic around them, cooks for them and plays with them, plus he does help you out quite a bit to look after them when he can, feeding them and bathing them and putting them to sleep…except you’re still the only one who has to go through arduous pregnancies whereas he’s more or less of a sperm depositor when it comes to making them.
And then there's another...and another...the realization even strikes you, a few years in, that since beginning your "new life," you've spent more time pregnant than not pregnant and have left the house less and less ever since the arrival of your third child. Which is, unfortunately for you, Caleb’s intention exactly.
Thankfully, your home in Skyhaven miraculously still fits everyone. It’s getting to be a bit of squeeze with the bunk beds coming in and toys scattered everywhere. Caleb likes it though— he thinks that the house finally looks like a home, even if it’s cramped and somewhat messy. You do try and maintain some order, except you never get a break, always getting another one pumped into you as soon as it's physically possible again. With him gone most of the days, it's just you and the ever-increasing number of children.
You're constantly doing something or needing to do something and taking care of the other. There’s what, eight now? The youngest one needs your constant attention so he’s strapped to your chest pretty much 24/7 while the older ones can entertain themselves. It’s the upside of having a lot of kids, you suppose, that they become self-sustaining with each other so they don’t really get bored. Except the problem becomes that, well, kids need their mother, and theres only one of you. This one banged his head on something and comes up to you, crying and blubbering, and while you’re rubbing his head soothingly, another one tugs you sleeve saying Mama I’m hungry but you don’t even get to respond when you hear another cry from the bedroom — MamaaaaAAAAAA — so you go pick that one up (a more difficult task than usual considering you're heavily pregnant again) with two kids trailing you and one wanting to be picked up but by the time the baby is in your arms, you turn around to face three of them talking to you at once and then another one comes running over to you with mama play with me!and you know you can’t right now because you’ve got to settle these kids first but you don't want to hurt the poor thing's feelings and want him to be happy so you stand there smiling while he explains what he wants to play but now your arms start to tremble from the strain of holding two kids in each arm and now you’re surrounded by five kids pulling on your clothes and talking at the same time and this one wants to be held as well oh god where's the sixth and seventh ones because everyone else is here but you can’t see either one and the youngest starts crying again and you start to panic and— You feel like you're going insane. Each and every day wears you out in full.
Suddenly, you begin to look forward to Caleb coming home.
That’s when the weight of it finally settles in. You've been so busy with everything happening, you never really got to process how much time has passed, how deep into this life you've settled. In the back of your head, there’s been the lingering mentality that you'd still find a way out one day, but in that moment, you realize all too late and that will never happen. Even if you had the chance — and looking back, it occurs to you now you've had many chances to run — you could never bring yourself to abandon them. You get the sense that's part of his intention. If he can’t hold you down himself, he can make other ways to contain you, to make sure you’re all his and under his protection, forever.
So, when your dearest lover finally comes home to a crowd of excited children (and you, as little as you’d like to admit it) looking handsome in uniform, you could finally breath a sigh of relief as they’re all crowding him now, as he gets to the kitchen and starts cooking a big meal for dinner. He talks about taking you all out to the park or something tomorrow on his day off. You’re actually looking forwards to it more than the kids do. You haven’t been out in ages. There’s a lot of smiles and laughter. It actually feels like a home. You can almost enjoy the soft tenderness of the moment, if you forget a lot of what went into this life you live.
By night, you’re slowly breathing in and out in time with the rising and falling of Caleb’s chest pressed to your back. And you think to yourself,
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the one were you couldn’t wait but have a night out with the date you found online to finally have a day alone without your creep perverted step brothers, but of course it didn’t go well.
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“where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” heeseung questions, pausing whatever he and jake were watching on the television ⎯ heeseung has an annoyed expression on his face cause who are you trying to impress wearing such a sexy dress? whereas jake just scans your whole body with no shame, biting down on his plump lips.
your step brothers became 10x more annoying then they already were since your parents went to this 1 whole month cruise ship trip. that meant that you were going to be stuck with those two, you honestly didn’t think it would be that bad but oh brother were you wrong.. ⎯ all you ever felt was them staring you down like perverted creeps, you didn’t even feel comfortable to wear normal pyjama shorts in your own house it was that bad, cause all they would just do is stare at your exposed legs and have their teeth biting down their lips.
wanting to not deal with that anymore you decide to go on a little date with the guy you recently met on this dating app. wanting nothing more but have a nice day without those two perverts staring you down like you’re some piece of meat. ⎯ to go out of course you had to come up with your best outfit, wearing a tight short black dress a pair of black heels and some cute accessories. ⎯ you didn’t have time for their bullshit trying to walk as fast as you can to go to the door but of course it was too late.
“what do you mean can’t i go out anymore or what?” you say scrunching your eyebrows from the annoying question he asked. ⎯ “you know your mom asked us to take care of you while they’re gone right? i have every right to ask you a simple question don’t i?..” he says slowly making his way to the door to face you. ⎯
jake can’t help but follow his brothers steps just to accompany him.
“i’m just going outside to hangout.” you argue back, rolling your eyes from annoyance. he’s not even your real brother why is he acting so possessive over you like he owns you? you can’t help but feel icky whenever he does that ⎯ “with who?” jake jumps in out of curiosity. “that’s none of you guys business i’m a grown woman i don’t need to tell anything to you guys!” ⎯ heeseung cant help but feel more annoyed from your bitchy attitude, slowly losing his patience.
“just answer the fucking question its not that hard.” he growls out from pure annoyance. you flinch at the sudden attitude he gives you. ⎯ “like i said it’s none of your business now leave me the fuck alone for fucks sake!” you yell out and that was heeseung’s last straw.
he grabs you by your wrist nearly bruising you with his grip and drags you all the way back to the living room pushing you down on the couch. jake quickly follows after the older one, making his way to stand next to heeseung to look at your dress that started to bunch up your hips ⎯ revealing your white lace panties. he already felt his cock hardening at the delicious sight.
“l-let go of me you bastard!” you try to fight back by trying to push hands off of you but of course you got overpowered. ⎯ heeseung being long annoyed by your irritating attitude he gives your cheek a hard slap, trying to shut you up for once. “ouch!” you cry out from the harsh stinging feeling. ⎯ “first you want to go out dressing like a cheap slut and now you want to fight me off? if you want to be treated like a bitch i’ll treat you like one.” he spits out.
the older signals jake to sit on the couch next to where you were thrown so he could put you on his lap. ⎯ jake quickly gets ahold of your arms and presses his lips to your ear. “don’t try to fight back cause you know it’s not going to bring you anywhere sweetie.” he whispers and gives kisses to your earlobe, lowering down to do the same on your neck. ⎯ heeseung goes back between your legs and takes off your heels to take ahold of your legs that were trying to push him off of you. ⎯ he then bunches your dress up more to your waist and eyes your soaked white lace panties. ⎯ “are you sure you’re not enjoying this mhm? look at how fucking wet you are.” he says with a satisfied smirk. giving your pussy harsh slaps ⎯ you yelp at the pain, trying to push your hips away from him but all that did was make more friction between your ass and jake’s cock.
you can already feel his hard cock pulsing on your ass and can’t help but feel utterly disgusted by it. your stepbrothers taking advantage of you. ⎯ jake begins to press his lips against your ears to whisper something again for the second time. “just be a good girl for us and take whatever we give you okay?” ⎯ you push your head away from him to face the other side and he grabs your jaw roughly to make you look up at him again.
“like i said, be a good girl and just take it.” he announces again, his face giving you a warning. he begins to then pull down the straps of your dress bunching it to your waist, fast forward he also gets rid of your bra and begins pinching your nipples. ⎯ you try to suppress your whimpers by biting your lips harshly, nearly drawing out blood. ⎯ while all that happened heeseung took off your panties and began to unbuckle his belt.
“pl-please no, don’t do this to me” you sob out, tears daring to drop from your waterline, jake and heeseung give each other a look and both let out a laugh from how helpless you sound. ⎯ “if you just participate with us it’ll not hurt baby.” heeseung tries to reassure you, bringing his hands to pinch your cheek.
“hee let me fuck her first pleaseee.” jake basically whines from horniness, getting tired of having to rub his dick all over your ass the whole time. ⎯ “fuck no just wait till i’m done” heeseung says rubbing his thumb over his tip to smear his precum all over his dick, slowly pumping it. jake groans out in frustration and throws his head back.
you on the other hand just feel small between them arguing over whoever gets to be in you first. “you know what lets just both fuck her at the same time.” heeseung announces with a grin and you felt like your heart sunk down to your ass from what he said. ⎯ “w-what no! i didn’t agree on that!?” you scream out trying to fight them off again but as you do that you can only hear them chuckle at you again. you’re stupid for thinking you can really fight them off. “well we don’t give a fuck about what you think so just shut the fuck up and take it like the whore you are.” the older warns you. ⎯ jake slowly lifts you up from his lap so he can take of his sweatpants and underwear at the same time and your jaw dropped from how big they both are. jake noticed the expression on your face and leaves out a chuckle. ⎯ “don’t worry baby we’ll fit in just perfectly.” the younger says while stroking his dick up and down with a groan
you then can feel jake’s hands going up & down your waist while heeseung’s are on your face bringing yours to his to kiss you. ⎯ you don’t even bother to return the kiss, just scrunching your face from how rough he was kissing your plump lips. ⎯ he bites your lip signaling you to open your mouth so he can dive more in your wet cavern. ⎯ he begins to explore your mouth, sucking your tongue roughly.
while that was happening jake slowly got ahold of your hips to lower yourself on his hard cock, your tight wet hole making contact with his red tip. jake hisses at the contact of feeling your warm pussy on him and begins to lower you on his dick. heeseung follows you, still exploring your mouth with his tongue. you squeal at the sudden intrusion, jake can’t help but moan out loud, feeling you clench so hard on him.
“woah f-fuuuck sweetie calm down, your clenching so hard on me.” ⎯ heeseung finally leaves your mouth alone and beams at the sight of you making an uncomfortable expression. “h-hyung she’s practically squeezing me i don’t think we’ll both fit in her..” the younger moans out again. ⎯ “we’ll make it fit.” is the last thing heeseung said before he went on his knees to stimulate your clit, rubbing quick circles on it, you let out a moan from the amazing feeling making them both smirk. ⎯ “shit, hyung if you don’t get in her now i’m going to fuck her all by myself.” jake whimpers, and that was all it took for heeseung to slightly get up and push himself in you too. ⎯ you could feel both of their cocks throbbing between your gushing walls and gasped from how full you felt.
“a-aghh fuck!” you scream from the painful stretch, throwing your head back at jake’s shoulder. ⎯ jake slowly pulls out and slams right back in again with full force, making you let out a high pitched moan. ⎯ “of course she’s enjoying it like the cockslut she is.” heeseung grits. ⎯ you felt so overwhelmed by their sweaty bodies rubbing against you.
they then both began plunging in you, thrusting roughly in your tight wet pussy. ⎯ all you could hear around you were their moans and groans from how good you felt around them. “fuuuckk this pussy’s so good” heeseung moaned out from pleasure, throwing his head back while his hand makes way to your face giving light taps on your cheeks. ⎯ all you could do is whimper, being tired of having to suppress them from shame.
“baby loves being full of her 2 stepbrothers doesn’t she mhm?” jake remarks while having a awfully annoying smirk on his face. you shake your head fast not wanting to feed in their delusions. “oh stop trying to lie you know damn well you love this.” jake says, his hand making way to your clit, rubbing it harshly which makes you let out another moan. “see?”
“shit i’m so f-fucking close.” heeseung let’s out while thrusting much more roughly. his hand going to your throat to choke you “gonna cum all over you.” he states, tightening his grip around your throat. “a-agh!” you whimpered from how close you were.
they could both feel how close you were and that gave their ego a boost, thrusting in you like their lives depended on it. “fuck yeah be a good bitch and come on our cocks.” heeseung says.
you don’t even like being called names like that but that was all it took for you to cum on both their dicks. covering your hand to your mouth to make it look like you just didn’t moan so hard. “y-you did so well for us.” jake praises you while his hands are still bruising your hips from the grip he leaves on them. he grabs your hips tighter, signaling how close he is but heeseung grabs you off him and manhandles you on your knees before him grabbing the back of your hair for leverage. you and jake both hiss from the loss of contact and jake huffs an annoying groan, but decides to keep his mouth shut. “f-fuck agh, gonna cum all over this pretty face.” he announces as white ropes spurt all across your face. you couldn’t even process everything from how fast he made you go on your knees. you then get turned around by jake, still being on your knees as he jerks his cock off to leave his release on your face too. “mhphhh!” jake whimpers out as his release spurts on your face too.
heeseung grabs you by the hair again to make your wobbly legs stand up and gives your lips a peck.
Riding sub hoon w/ glasses on abd u have to constantly fix it cause it keeps falling down his faceee pleaseee
that’s…so hot. fuck
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Sunghoon isn’t a loner by any means but he’s not as popular as you. He prefers to keep his head down and focus on his studies whereas you’re the life of the party. You’re so cool. Other people must think so too. You keep to yourself like he does but it seems like you get perks out of it. You don’t care what other people think of you and you’re not concerned with who’s talking about you and who isn’t.
You’re friendly when people get to know you. That aloof persona is reserved for everyone who doesn’t really know you. But you come off as nonchalant because you like who you are and don’t give too much away. Sunghoon likes that about you and he thinks you two are similar for that.
He’s had a crush on you for a few months now, ever since you started coming to the coffee shop he works at. You sit in your table late at night to study until your laptop dies or until he has to tell you to leave so he can lock up. Sunghoon used to watch you from afar until you started talking to him like you were friends.
Now, he finds himself with you on his lap in the back of his car, his cock so stiff that he feels like he could cum all night.
“You look so pretty beneath me,” you say, pushing your body off of him just to plant yourself back down on his lap. Sunghoon feels the car shake as he looks up at you. Your tits are pressed right against his face but your shirt is covering your perky nipples. “So sexy when you look at me like that.”
It’s true. Sunghoon looks godly when he moans. His eyes shut from time to time and his balls tighten every time you push yourself back down onto him. It’s so wet between the two of you that he feels it trickle down his thighs and runs down his shaft.
“You’re so cute,” you coo when you see Sunghoon’s glasses have fallen down. You lean forward and tenderly kiss him on the lips despite the pace you’re riding him. He feels you lift the glasses to fix them. “All better?”
“So much better.” Sunghoon says it like you’ve taken his breath away. He watches how you smile at him and feels the way your fingertips play with the hair behind his neck.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, you know.”
Sunghoon chokes. “R-Really?”
“Mhm. You’re so hot, Hoonie. I always knew your cock was big too.” He bucks his hips into yours with a great force. You yelp and lurch forward, which causes your tits to push against his frames until they nearly fall off his face. “Hoon!”
You do it for him again. Sunghoon loves the way your fingers graze his skin and how gentle you are when you touch him. Sunghoon lets himself live in fantasy and smiles at you like a lovesick puppy.
“Be careful,” you whisper. He feels you adjust your body and kiss his cheek. “Don’t break your glasses.”
“I’ll try not to.”
“You looks so sexy in these.” You tap on the handle. “I can’t wait to watch you cum with them on.”
He feels a swell of validation spread throughout his body and clenches his ass to push right up into you. You capture his lips and he swears you’re kissing him like you’re asking him to become your boyfriend.
Sunghoon’s a goner when you clench around him and squeeze his balls from behind. He moans and spurts of cum coats your inner walls as he shuts his eyes and opens his mouth. He looks angelic when he orgasms, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin and his warm breaths sounding melodic like a lullaby. You push your tongue against Sunghoon’s in his open mouth and he lets you toy with him until spit connects the two of you.
You fix his glasses for him again. Sunghoon opens his eyes and looks at you like he wants to say something but can’t. You kiss him anyway and push his hair back, pulling away to watch him. Sunghoon keeps his eyes shut and enjoys the feeling of your fingertips along his scalp.
You don’t think you can let him go. You ask him back to your place and Sunghoon doesn’t think twice.
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Thinking about perv!best!friend!Heeseung who gets instantly rock hard whenever you wear those tight little shorts, imagining bending you over and ripping them down to eat your ass and pussy from behind until you're a whimpering, dripping mess.
perv!best!friend!Heeseung who can't keep his cock from throbbing whenever you lick your lips or suck on a lollipop, wondering how that talented little mouth and tongue would look and feel slurping up and down his veiny shaft and fondling his heavy balls.
perv!best!friend!Heeseung who stares shamelessly at your tits whenever you wear a low-cut top, dying to rip it open, shove your funbags together and tittyfuck you until he drenches your flushed cleavage and neck with his thick, musky load.
perv!best!friend!Heeseung who gets insanely turned on watching you fidget and squirm, desperately wanting to pin your wriggling body down on his bed, spread your thighs and bury his face between your legs to slurp up your sweet honey.
perv!best!friend!Heeseung who feels like an animal anytime he catches a whiff of your perfume or natural musk, senses heightened with the urge to drag you into the nearest private space, yank your panties aside and absolutely rail you until his scent is dripping down your thighs.
perv!best!friend!Heeseung who fights back groans during hugs, your supple body pressed against his instantly making him swell with throbbing temptation to grind his hardness against you as he ravishes your mouth and paws desperately at every curve.
perv!best!friend!Heeseung who needs to step away whenever you bite or lick something, fighting the primal hunger to shove his dripping cock past those teasing lips, forcing you to your knees as he brutally facefucks you until you're gagging and sputtering on his load.
perv!best!friend!Heeseung who gets dangerously close to snapping whenever your legs are exposed, violent daydreams of spreading them wide, burying his face between your milky thighs and eating that pretty little slit from clit to peach until your juices are smeared across his chin.
perv!best!friend!Heeseung who craves the debauched image of you kneeling naked in front of him, pleading through wrecked sobs for him to abuse your holes as he degrades you, smearing his pre-cum over your beaten cheeks before brutally throat-piping you until you blackout from oxygen deprivation.
Bully! Heeseung who works with you at the local bookshop, and made it his personal mission to make your life miserable since the day you started working there
Bully! Heeseung who steals your customers, which takes your commission, and taunts you for it
Bully! Heeseung who likes to put items you need on the top shelfs and laughs while you struggle to reach them
Bully! Heeseung who made you cry one time, and had to jerk off in the employee bathroom after because he couldn’t stop picturing your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock while he fucked your face mercilessly making you cry
Bully! Heeseung who gets meaner by the day because he likes to hear you whimper with wide teary eyes
Bully! Heeseung who comes into work one day and sees you at the register laughing with a male customer, touching his hand when you give him the receipt and batting your eyelashes when you tell him to “have a good day”
Bully! Heeseung who convinces your manager to go home early because you and him were perfectly capable to close up the shop alone
Bully! Heeseung who follows you to the back of the shop and traps you against the wall…
“What the fuck was wrong with you today?” He seethes slapping his hand against the wall near your head making you flinch. “What the fuck are you talking about Heeseung?!”
He scoffs and leans his face down to yours, his nose bumping yours, “why were you acting like such a slut? Are you that desperate for attention you need to flirt with every loser that walks in here?” He’s so close to you, you can smell the remnants of the spearmint gum he was chewing earlier.
“So what if I do? I’m single and I can do what I want!” You snap, pushing him away from you so you can walk away from him.
Bully! Heeseung who grabs your arm and turns your body so fast he has you bent over the table, with both of your wrists in his large hand pinned on the small of your back.
Bully! Heeseung who slams your head against the table when you try to talk back to him or wiggle out of his grasp
Bully! Heeseung who is thanking whatever higher power there is that you wore a skirt today, wasting no time in pushing your panties to the side, spitting in his hand and shoving two of his thick fingers into your unprepped cunt
Bully! Heeseung who taunts you for getting wet so quickly while you’re crying and asking him to stop, only making him fuck his fingers into you faster and harder
“If you really wanted me to stop you wouldn’t be this wet, stupid slut.” He laughs adding a third finger making his legs shake and a squeal rip from your throat at the burning sensation.
Bully! Heeseung who shoves his cock inside of you making all the air leave your lungs, he bottoms out in one thrust and he groans at how hot and tight you are around him
Bully! Heeseung who doesn’t let you adjust to his generous size, he starts at a fast and brutal pace. With each thrust so powerful it slams your front on the desk painfully
Bully! Heeseung who loves to hear you beg and cry but doesn’t miss the way you clench around him when he degrades you
“This is all you’re good for right, bunny? Just a desperate cock slut?”
The tip of his cock hitting that spot inside of you making you drool against the desk, no longer having any energy to fight him off of you. “Did I seriously fuck you stupid already, bunny? That’s so fucking pathetic.”
You can only whine in response feeling him fuck into your harder, “you’re so disgusting. I bet you’d let anyone fuck you like this.” The sounds coming from your pussy are obscene, loud squelching sounds accompanied by the sounds of your sweaty skin slapping together in the quiet storage room.
“I’m gonna fill this dirty little pussy up, bunny. That way everyone knows you’re just a fucking cum dump.” He grunts letting go of your wrists so he can fuck you even faster. He’s gripping your hips so tight you’re going to have perfect bruises of his hand prints. Your feet are practically dangling off of the ground as he maneuvers you on his cock like a doll, bouncing you back on him with each one of his thrusts.
You hate how good it feels, you hate how wet you are, you hate how close you are…
He throws his head back letting the sweat drip down his neck, veins bulging, adam's apple bobbing up and down as a guttural moan rips from his throat. He keeps his cock buried deep inside of you letting his hot cum fill you and paint your gummy walls with his release.
Bully! Heeseung waits until he softens before he pulls out, letting your tired legs collapse to the hard tiled floor
Bully! Heeseung who laughs at how pathetic you look lying there with his cum dripping down his thighs
Bully! Heeseung who doesn’t miss the slight disappointed look on your face
“What did you want to cum too?” he crouches down beside you and pushes your sweaty hair out of your hair and taps your cheek, “you’re just my little cum dump, bunny. I don’t give a fuck if you cum or not.”
summary : toji wants to piss in you, you can’t say no to him. that’s it.
wc : 1k
warnings : SMUT (mdni), piss, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), PISSING INSIDE, degradation (use of bitch, slut, just treating reader as less), pussy slapping, not proofread
notes : where would you people be without me? JOKINGIM JOKING anyways for the toji piss kink enthusiasts… this one’s for u fam 🙏🏻 also this is messy i am aware. in tired. im running on like four cups of coffee, four hours of sleep and a blueberry muffin. please enjoy.
of all the things your boyfriend wanted to try out with you, this was one of the ones you didn’t expect he’d actually want. you both sat on your shared couch, your eyes wide with toji’s latest request.
“you… want to try what?” you spoke slowly as to understand toji. he only clicked his tongue at you and crossed his arms over his chest. “why do i have to repeat myself?” he groaned out before continuing.
“i wanna try pissin’ in you. like you know when i cum in you? that but with piss.” you couldn’t help the way your jaw slowly opened at how casual he sounded about this. yeah, he definitely didn’t sound like he’d just asked for something anyone else would consider very fucking filthy.
however, you weren’t anyone else. your interest peaked at his request. you were just as filthy as toji, you couldn’t even keep acting like you were shocked. “okay. when do you wanna try this?” you asked, dropping the whole shocked facade.
“right now.”
and that’s how you ended up on all fours, his cock pistoning in and out of you from behind. your hands gripped at the sheets while your moans were muffled by the pillows in your face.
toji had a satisfied smirk on his face as he saw how you fell apart for him. “what’s wrong, baby? this dick feel too good for you?” he’d almost snicker at you. you couldn’t even come up with a response for him. he was right, the dick did feel too good for you.
he gave a disapproving grunt at your lack of response. he moved one of his hand from your hips to your hair, tugging it to draw a small yelp out of you. “answer me, bitch. does this dick feel too good?” he borderline growled as his grip on your hair became tighter.
your head begins nodding against the pillows with loud moans interrupting your response. “yes! fuck- oh my god, toji!” his strong grip on your hair only made you more desperate for him. he gave a cocky grin at your answer. using his grip on your hair, he pulled you up to where your back was against his chest. his hips didn’t falter once during that movement.
“you know i’m the only one who can make you feel good. who owns you? who’s the only man who can fuck you this good? use that pretty little head to answer me.” his tone was derogatory. he spoke to you as if you were less than him. yet it turned you on even more.
you let out a loud whine before answering him. “you! ‘s you, toji… only you can fuck me this good.” you panted out, a moan being ripped from your throat. toji clicked his tongue approvingly. “that’s right, good girl. i knew you could answer me.”
the way he was degrading you then switching to praising you like it was nothing was giving you extreme whiplash. you felt your high approaching, squeezing around toji. toji knew when you were about to cum. out of nowhere, his arm wrapped around your neck. he’d trapped you in a headlock.
“you gonna cum? you little slut, go ahead and cream my cock. i know you want to.” he had a sickening grin on his face. you let out choked gasps as you came around him, your whines and whimpers being distorted by the force around your neck. he groaned out loud as he came too, painting your walls white. even after he came, toji didn’t stop his thrusts. he wanted to make sure you both were overstimulated for this next part.
when he heard your little choked begs for him to stop, that it was starting to hurt, he knew it was time. he looked at your face. you were already looking lightheaded and on the verge of passing out on him. he suddenly stopped his sloppy thrusts and buried himself deep inside of you.
your eyebrows furrowed in question as to why he stopped. at least, until you finally felt it. toji looked at you with a maniacal grin. he was pissing in you. his lock on your head started to loosen just a little bit with each passing moment that he pissed inside of you. he eventually let go of your neck to fully indulge in the sensation.
toji groaned in pleasure at the feeling of letting go in your pussy. “fuck, you’re so fucking soft and warm. just made to take me. my dick, my cum, my piss. your pussy fucking loves me, doesn’t she?” his stream of piss was strong, hitting against your womb. you couldn’t help clenching on his cock as you felt fuller and fuller.
he hissed at your grip on him, somehow pissing into you even harder. his piss began to dribble out of your hole and onto your sheets. you knew that’d be a pain in the ass to clean later that night. with each passing moment that toji pissed in you, you felt your high building up once again. you didn’t think him pissing in you would feel like heaven.
you crept your hand down to your clit and rubbed messy circles on it. you knew if you were fast enough that you’d cum just from him pissing inside of you. toji took notice of this and used one of his hands to take your hand away. his other hand came down to slap your pussy. you yelped and clenched on him, more piss flowing out of your full hole.
“did i tell you you could cum again? just finish takin’ my piss…” he’d groan out. by this point, his head was thrown back. everything just felt too good. his steady stream slowed into a dribble which ended in a few drops more. as soon as he was done, he pulled out of you. he watched in awe as his cum and piss gushed out of your clenching pussy only to drench your sheets.
he had a smirk on his face as he watched it all happen. he pressed a kiss against your neck. “thank you, baby… you did so fuckin’ good f’r me.” he praised you, his hands caressing your hips. you only turned and gave him a small glare.
“you’re cleaning all this shit up, do you understand?”
toji enthusiasts send asks or requests the brainrot is going crazy rn.
thinking about mean and rough sex with fwb jake, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he snaps his hips into yours harshly, the pretty chain around his neck making noises. it angered him that you were laughing and giggling so sweetly with some other guy, so he decided to take it out on you. in reality it shouldn’t have any effect on him, his connection with you pure with the purpose of hooking up. but here you were now, getting fucked absolutely dumb by him.
“jake! j-jake! hah— slow down!.. so good” you breathe out quickly, the nails of your right hand digging into his bicep. jake only slams his hips harder into your yours; his eyes fixated on the way your tits bounce at each thrust. “stupid girl, thought you could fuck them didn’t you? shit-! fuck this cunt!” he growls in anger and pleasure as his mushroom tip only abuses your swollen cervix harder. you don’t reply for sometime, instead keep crying out his name, the wet and lewd sounds of skin harshly slapping against skin fogging up your mind. “n-no! only wan’ you baby, yun— fuckfuckfuck!” you babble and whine as he throws your other leg over his shoulder as well.
the new position has your eyes going white, rolling back to the back of your skull. your legs shake vigorously, gummy walls hungrily sucking in his cock. “yeah? then fucking take it! so p..pretty like this, all for me, fucking mine” he spurts out, a dazed expression plastered on his face. the knot inside your stomach tightens, so close to coming. and you can tell he’s about to also, by the way his dick twitches inside of you. “wan’ cum! god- pleeasepleasee!” you let with a string of moans following after as you squirt and coat his cock in sticky white while jake fills you dumb with his.
cw: perv sunghoon. he's a little gross but who isn't tbh. masturbation, edging, overstimulation. throatfucking, breeding. sunghoon's imagination runs wild.
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okay but gross perv sunghoon who is obsessed with you ohhhh here we go
you know him, you speak to him every once in a while. he asks you for a pencil in class, "coincidentally" bumps into you at your favorite coffee shop. sees you at the gym and offers to spot for you, blatantly staring down your sports bra to get a peek at your tits.
oh but his favorite time of day is when he gets home from whatever occasion he's decided to meet you in. he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down just enough to free his cock, balls aching in anticipation. he spits in the palm of his free hand and starts to jerk his cock, his other hand occupied in holding his phone.
on the screen is his favorite picture of you. it's an innocent picture, truly. you've got a big grin on your face, phone clearly propped up on a window sill as the sun illuminates all of your pretty features and fuck- his cock twitches. he imagines you're on your knees beneath him, mouth open and eyes wide. he knows he's big, no woman has ever been able to take him fully.
he wants to see the fear in your eyes when he pulls it out, hot and heavy in his hands. he just thinks you'd look so cute. he'd never make you take it all, though. he's no sadist. that being said, no harm in forcing your head in place for a couple seconds, have you spluttering on his cock just for him to let you up, let you catch your breath.
his pace quickens and he's so fucking close. he wants to blow his load all over your pretty face and lick it off once he's finished just to spit it back into your mouth.
then the scene changes. you're on top of him. legs shaking, hands gripping his as you struggle to fit him inside of you and-
sunghoon circles his fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing so hard it fucking hurts. it hurts so fucking bad but he can't cum yet, not until he's finished fantasizing about fucking you.
once the feeling subsides, he continues vigorously pumping his length, the overstimulation making him dizzy, dazed. its almost primal, the way he wants to take you. fuck sitting on top of him, he wants to fuck you into the mattress. he wants to tower over you, big frame covering your small body as he breeds you. thrusting into you is a bit of an overexaggeration. to be exact, hes barely pulling out before pushing back into you. he imagines holding you down, cooing at the cute noises and squeaks you make.
his breathing picks up, his brows knit together, his jaw goes slack and he's about to cry. he's about to fucking cry as he feels his balls tighten up for the second time. he's out of his mind, brain rotted by the thought of you. fuck- fuckfuckfuck he's gonna cum.
he sucks in a deep breath, doubling over and fisting his cock violently. he's being so loud, nearly yelling as milky white liquid spurts from his cock. he can feel it through his whole body and its so fucking good. his eyes squeeze shut and he continues his fast pace even after he's emptied his balls. hes addicted to the feeling. he wants to cum over and over and over until he's nearly braindead. he feels drool run down his chin and he's fucked himself stupid once again. when he opens his eyes up, hand finally slowing its pace to a stop, he's happy to see that he released his spunk all over his phone. it covers the screen that once showed your angelic face.
he know's he put on a show. he can only hope that you, his roommate, heard it all.
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concept: engaging in a free use relationship w/ enha [ot6 // uni au]
w/c: 3k
warning: older reader; sexually explicit content, vaginal sex, implied unprotected sex*, multiple positions, multiple partners, free use kink, student x teacher relationship [kind of], degradation [slut, whore, etc.], terms of endearment [baby], overstim, choking, cum eating, oral [m. & f. receiving], shower sex, recording
you're a post-grad ta for one of jake's classes. jake clocked the moment he walked in the first day of the semester, in your blouse slightly unbuttoned to reveal the camisole underneath and tight, form fitting jeans. he was practically salivating on sight, cursing under his breath as soon as he realized you were his teaching assistant. totally and completely off limits, but that didn't mean he couldn't look. and damn, does he look. every class he's sitting in the front, on the far left side where you're usually sitting at the desk, grading or taking notes. he looks, so much he barely pays attention in class at all.
you notice him, of course you notice him, he's handsome, he's smart, he's utterly enamoured with you, what's wrong with that? you engage in innocent flirting every now then, lean a little too far forward onto the desk when you're standing at it, letting your shirt neckline fall. he sits in the same place every day, no way he isn't looking down your shirt. you know he is. and every time you meet eyes he lifts a brow or winks at you. damn that jake sim, he's making you question how much you really want to keep at this position.
you're still a student though, so you only see jake during class. the rest of the time you're doing your usual post-grad classes, running up and down campus, running the dorm you RA for and generally keep to yourself. you see, you don't date.
you tried it but it wasn't for you, you have too much to do with your classes and your TA position that you haven't dated as long as you've been at college. you've found yourself in a few situationships, friends with benefits, mutually beneficial relationships with some friends, but you haven't really dated. it's not your style. but to get into those, you have to actively seek them out, which means you like a good party.
it's at one of these apartment parties that you meet jay. jay, who's charismatic and sweet and so, so sexy. he's a mutual friend of a mutual friend or something, you're two vodka cranberries deep, who gives a shit? spending time with someone like jay is so far from a hardship, you don't even care where he came from. he treats you well, you dance together all night long and when he kisses you you grab him by the collar and kiss. him. back.
you wake up in his dorm, naked and a little confused but you're not mad about the fact that he's brought home breakfast as you're sitting up in his bed, wrapped in his sheets. jay kisses you hard and breakfast gets forgotten on his desk as he fucks you again, and you'll damned if you never do this again.
so you start seeing jay. he's also not interested in anything serious so you sleep together, you meet up between classes, drag him into your single late at night, just fool around. it's fun, easy, no problems as far as you can see.
you meet sunghoon through him, a friend of his. it's at a different party, one that sunghoon seems less than thrilled to be at. "he's not much for parties," jay tells you and you lean into his side, hooking a chin over his shoulder.
"then let's show him a good time," you reply with a knowing smirk. jay narrows his eyes at you, but he's smirking back. you leave his side to take sunghoon's hand in yours, asking him to dance.
sunghoon can dance, and he wraps his arms around your waist after you guide him to, bringing him in closer. you're practically dancing on him but sunghoon seems nervous. you lean in close, ghosting your lips along his jaw.
"what's wrong, baby?"
"what about jay?"
"what about jay?" you reply, kissing your way to his ear. sunghoon's hands slide down to your ass, slipping into your back pockets.
waking up in jay's bed is familiar, but you wake up between two bodies this time, sunghoon's arm slung over your waist with jay pressed against your back. you shift slightly, only for sunghoon to tighten his arm around your middle, pulling you in.
"where are you going, noona?" he whispers, and you smile to yourself, feeling the warm press of his morning wood against your hip.
it takes a little bit of convincing to get sunghoon to fuck you. at first, he's anxious about the idea, like you're "jay's girl" or something but you know you're not. when you bring it up to jay when you get dinner together one night he almost snorts soda out his nose. you're so far from being exclusive it's hilarious and he promises to mention it to sunghoon because you would like to get on that dick sometime in the next century.
as soon as it is cleared up though sunghoon is at your single dorm nearly as often as jay is. he's pussy obsessed, eating you out and fucking you all the time. he says it helps with stress and honestly? there's a nothing a good orgasm won't fix, in your humble opinion.
you knew heeseung, distantly, you've had classes together, but you meet jungwon through him, running into the man in question when you run an errand for your teaching advisor. he's helping jungwon in the music labs and you almost run directly into him. he laughs, catching you by the arms.
"damn, noona," he jokes, "you in a rush or something?"
"what's it to you, lee?" you reply. he smirks. you've always had a strange relationship with heeseung, fraught with sexual tension after you drank rather than did 'seven minutes in heaven' with him at a party in your underclassmen days. he's always carried that with him and you'd be lying if you said you didn't regret it now, seeing the way he's grown up since his first year days.
"don't be rude, hyung," jungwon says, hitting heeseung on the shoulder. "nice to meet you, noona," he introduces himself, bowing at the waist. he's so cute, you want to ruin him.
"nice to meet you," you chirp back.
"don't," heeseung says, voice low when you go to leave. you flutter your lashes at him, innocently. "don't fuck with jungwon. you don't know what you're getting into trying."
"i'd love to find out."
"fuck with me first," he says, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear.
"i thought you'd never ask."
you think heeseung's all talk, you're pretty sure he is, until he ambushes you in a staff lounge. you're alone, the shades are pulled down on the windows and he locks the door behind you. why the doors on these rooms lock is beyond you but it doesn't matter when heeseung kisses you. when he bends you over one of the tables, shoving your jeans down to your ankles so he can take you from behind. you're thankful, even, that no one walks in on you moaning for heeseung to fuck you harder, for him to come inside your pussy.
it turns out, though, that none of the men you are sleeping with are capable to keeping their mouths shut though because after class, when you're packing up your bag and the professor has already left, jake comes up to you at the desk. you smile sweetly, asking him if he needs anything.
"i'm not doing so well in this class, y/n-ssi," he says, leaning on the desk and your brow furrows. he's not? you're pretty sure his last assignment had the highest mark in the whole class, but sure, okay. he wants to play this game, you'll indulge him. "do you have office hours, y/n-ssi?"
"no," you sigh, "but i have a single. why don't you come by my dorm some night?"
and he does. you let him into your dorm, you settle in to go over the classwork and the both of you manage to pretend you're actually going to study for about five minutes. and then he's closing the book and kissing you, hands on your waist, tugging you into his lap.
"don't act like you don't know why i'm here," jake tells you and you hum into his mouth. "you're being such a bad girl, noona, letting your student kiss you like this. then again, i don't suppose it would surprise anyone. if they knew what i do."
"what do you know, jake?"
"that you're fucking all my friends," he tells you and you pull back with a gasp. "jay... sunghoon... fuck, even heeseung hyung. naughty noona. you like cock that much?" he drags you in, fucking his tongue into your mouth while your fingers dig into his shoulders. "next thing i know you're gonna be begging for jungwonnie and sunoo's cocks too."
"you have more friends?" you ask and he laughs.
"slut," he whispers, but it comes out sweet, like a term of affection. "you gonna gimme your pussy too?"
"i dunno, do you want it?"
jake rails you on your bed that night, your face in your pillows as he fucks you from behind, fingers digging bruises into your hips. if not for the pillows muffling your moans you think everyone might hear you moaning for him, begging for him to let you come on his cock. jake laughs at you, calling you a filthy cockslut until you come all over his cock.
four boys and yet your mind drifts back to what jake said, about his other friends. they must be good too, why wouldn't they? handsome as all hell too, especially jungwon. you've seen him already, he must be fun to play with. and what's better than collecting a full set?
finding jungwon is easy, it's the convincing you're not so sure about. heeseung's warning sticks in the back of your mind as you find him in the music labs, working hard on his production work. you let yourself in, jungwon turning to look at you. he smiles at you, god he's so cute and you jump up onto the edge of the desk, sitting beside him.
he's a music production major, same as heeseung, which is how they met. he's sweet, kind, funny and if you were the kind to date you might actually be interested, but instead your gaze keeps drifting to between his legs. you're startled by the hand on your knee.
"noona," he says, voice gently. he stands from his chair, pushing your knee further so he can stand between them. "you didn't come here with an... ulterior motive, did you?" he asks, sliding his hand up your bare thigh. damn your decision to wear shorts today.
"no," you say but a shiver darts down your spine as he leans in closer, hand resting high on your thigh. "what would make you think that?"
"the fact that you're sleeping with all my hyungs," he points out and you blush, explicably. god, none of these idiots can keep their mouths shut. that's what you get for sleeping with younger guys, you suppose. "what is it? it's not enough?" jungwon teases you. he smiles and his dimple pushes deep into his cheek. it'd be cute if he wasn't grabbing you by your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk. you gasp, hands pressing to his chest to keep yourself steady. he leans in closer. "what a filthy whore, still begging for someone else to fuck you?"
"if i'm such a filthy whore, why don't you put me in my place?" you goad him. jungwon smirks, biting the corner of his lip.
he fucks you on the floor of the studio, your shirt pushed up your chest, bra pulled down, shorts around your thighs. he's still mostly dressed as well, his jeans shoved just far enough down to get is cock out. you arch up off the filthy carpet, jungwon pinning your hips down to the carpet as he fucks into you, mouth on your nipple, tugging on it with his teeth. he presses a hand over your mouth to shut you up when you nearly scream, hissing, "you don't want everyone to know you're letting a freshman fuck you dumb in the music labs, do you? unless you want everyone to know what a filthy cockslut you are," into your ear.
five for six and yet, you've still not even met your last conquest. where is he, what does he do, is he as fucking delicious as the rest of them? he has to be, and as good as all the rest of their dicks are, it's driving you crazy. a full set would be better than anything else and none of them are talking. you've asked all of them but not even jay, the first of all of them, seems willing to tell you about him.
"you couldn't handle him anyway," jay says and you scoff.
"i let jungwon fuck me," you point out and jay laughs.
"look," jay says and you lift a brow, "we're all pretty down to fuck, i mean, we're college students, but just let the idea of trying to get sunoo to dick you down go, okay, noona? he's, like, sadistic."
"i like my men crazy."
"yeah, you fuck heeseung hyung. i know."
with all your newfound fuck buddies staying mum you're left to just wait. and hope. and hope is on your side because fate brings kim sunoo to you.
you don't even know him. you don't know a damn thing about him but you're running a table at the job fair about jobs in education when he comes up to it. you spend at least five minutes talking about his interest in working in education, and you give him lots of pamphlets and resources, talking about your current position as a TA at the university when he stops you.
"wait," he says and you blink at him. "you're a TA?" he asks and you nod. "for professor cho?" you nod again, unsure where he's going with this. "do you know jake sim?" he asks but the smirk on his lips tells you he already knows the answer.
"uh... yeah... he's a student of mine..." you admit, slowly. you can't be more specific than that, if someone at the college finds out you're fucking a student you're so screwed. sunoo simply grins, leaning onto the table.
"that's so interesting," he says. "i really appreciate your time, y/n noona." you're wearing a name tag, oh god. you never said your name but this fucking name tag. "would you mind meeting up for lunch with me sometime? i have so many more questions about pursuing a career in education. do you mind?"
"not at all," you say, heart beating triple time in your chest. do you really have a choice?
you meet sunoo for lunch the following day at an off campus coffee shop. as soon as you sit down with a drink sunoo is smiling at you, knowingly.
"i know," he says and your blood runs cold. "i know all about you, noona. jay. sunghoon. heeseung. jake. jungwon. well, that's quite the roster." you swallow. "i'd be impressed if i wasn't so disappointed," he says, pretending to pout at you. "what about me? all my friends and you left me out. that's so upsetting."
"i didn't mean-"
"it's okay," sunoo interrupts you. "you can make it up to me now."
sunoo eats you out in your single room for an hour straight, your panties shoved into your mouth to keep you quiet. you can't even stop him, crying into the fabric keeping you muffled as he eats over sensitive after over sensitive orgasm out of you. and when he's done he tears your panties out of your mouth so he can spit your own slick and cum into your mouth. then he fucks you for two more hours, a hand wrapped around your throat, laughing as your eyes roll back in your head when you get lightheaded and come for the nth time.
"pretty, stupid noona," he coos, grinding his cock into your pussy. "so cock hungry, such a filthy little slut, begging for cum."
6 for 6 and now you're nothing more than an easy release for all of them. if you're in your dorm, at any point, one of them might show up and fuck you until you're crying. you're nothing more then a pussy for them to fuck, a toy for them to shove their tongue into, a way for all of them to relieve stress.
some days it's just one of them, sometimes more than one. heeseung and jungwon have double teamed you before, heeseung's cock in your pussy while you desperately try to suck jungwon off, tears and spit dripping down your chin while slick runs down your thighs. jay and jake have surprised you in the shower before, shoving the curtain back so they can throw you against the wall, taking turns fucking you until you're crying.
you've put on shows for them, bouncing on one of their cocks while the others film, jake chuckling as heeseung fucked up into you, almost knocking you off of his lap. sunghoon tilted your head up, telling you, "smile for the camera, noona," as your eyes rolled back, his other hand twisting and pinching your nipple. you came so hard you couldn't think for five minutes after the fact.
they've never done it before but you're pretty sure one of these days they're just going to run a train on you, which has left you wet and wanting in the middle of class before. those thoughts always shimmer to the surface during jake's class, as he looks at you innocently, cheek in hand.
they're great partners though. sex is amazing, completely mind blowing, but they always take care of you after. sunoo may completely ruin you, and has with jungwon torturously holding a vibrator to your clit while he fucked you, but he always cleans you up afterwards. jungwon has been known to pet your hair and coos softly as you come back into your body. jake is a sucker for kisses and cuddles after sex, snuggling in close enough that you might think he wants under your skin.
you're their free use slut but you wouldn't do it with anyone else.
a/n: *unprotected sex is implied in the above work but it's important to use protection in the case of sexual intercourse, not just for the prevention of pregnancy but also to prevent the spread of stis & stds. condoms are a very important part of this, please keep this in mind if you decide to engage in sexual relations with anyone! safe sex saves lives <3
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