caleb checks if he'd fit inside
size difference, size kink, excessive use of gege
He was kind, and gentle, and patient. That was how you knew him. Even when tension radiated off his body after a long absence with the fleet. Even when you pestered him, pushed him, secretly hoping he might snap and finally, finally let you make it better.
It's no different now, as he sits there across from you, helping you finish a model plane you'd been working on for weeks.
You crawl across the carpet to him, frustrated with the fiddly parts. "I can't make them fit," you pout, holding out two pieces for inspection.
"Hm?" he hums, placing his own little piece of the project down beside him. "Let me see."
You watch him work on slotting the two parts together, his large, vascular hands manipulating the delicate plastic with a gentleness that reminded you of yourselfāāof the restraint he showed when holding you.
He was bigger, after all. So much bigger. All of him.
"There," he says, holding out the expertly joined pieces for you to take. "They fit."
"You forced them."
He looks at the pieces, then to you. "Nah, they fit perfectly. See?" He gestures for you to take themāāto see for yourself.
You refuse, unmoving.
He tilts his head. "What's wrong?"
"You're stronger than me."
His lips twitch a little in one corner. "Only a little."
You shake your head, frowning.
"Alright," he says, "Much stronger. Happy?" He asks, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
"And bigger."
His eyes drop, analysing, like he hasn't noticed before. Then, a little smile. "Only a little."
You crawl a little closer. Settling on your knees in front of him. "Much bigger."
"Is that right?" he questions, amused.
"Look," you say, holding your palm up for him to meet with his own. His eyes make a slight flick away from your face to your joined handsāto the way his fingers curl over yours comfortably.
"Maybe I just have veryā¦ very, large hands," he says as his fingers make a path down your palm to wrap around your wrist. His eyes flick across your face. Then, "Should we check the rest of me, too? Check how much bigger I am?"
He was teasing. Playing. Testing. You could turn around and return to your model, and he'd continue on just as he had before: a calm, warm presence.
Instead, you untuck your legs from beneath you, and keeping your eyes on his, you lower yourself onto your backāāhair splayed out across the carpet. Heās pulled a little towards you as he refuses to release your wrist, angling down over you.
A pause.
"Alright," he says finally, much like he had when you'd passed him your two difficult plane parts. "Let gege see."
He lifts himself to his knees and shuffles even closer. Then he lifts your legs and arranges them around his waist and hips, slotting himself up against you.
"Hm," he hums, looming over you, blocking out the sun through the window behind him. "You do look very small like this." His hand snakes up your thigh. A smile pulls at his lips. "You'll stay still for me while I check, won't you? You can be good for gege and stay nice and still.ā
Despite your nodāāa silent promise to obey, to be goodāāhe keeps his grip on your ankle as he works to undo the button at his waistband. Control. You didnāt mind it at all. Control was safe.
And when he shoves his pants down just below his ass, he closes the gap between you again, pressing himself between your thighs.
His movements are slow, precise, like theyād been as he manipulated the tiny little plastic pieces. A hand snaking its way up your calf. His warm palm wrapping around your thigh as his heavy cock, confined in dark briefs, rests against your white cotton underwear.
āSee?ā you squeak as he rocks his hips once against you. āAll of you is bigger. We wouldnāt fit.ā
āWouldnāt fit?ā he questions, mocking.
Then, without warning, he hooks his thumb into the waistband of his briefs and tugs them down to free himself. Hard, and a little pink at the tip, it adds to his looming presence over you.
Using one hand to hold your hips slightly off the ground, up against him nice and close, he uses the other to press his cock down against your belly.
His head tilts a little.
āI could make it fit,ā he announces, sounding a little distracted, eyes fixed where he measures himself against you. āWould stretch your pretty little hole open,ā he says. āMight hurt a littleā¦ But you could bite my hand, yeah? You can take it out on gege.ā
You shift a little, starting to squirm.
āMight just take the tipā¦ā he continues as his hand works a little over himself. āBut if you were really good for meā¦ so, so goodā¦ you could hold on to me tight and let me sink all the way insideā¦ would fill your belly up nice and deepā¦ but weād fit. Gege promises.ā
ąØą§ ā Each thrust punches a cute, breathy āah-ah-ahā out of you, and Caleb's so focused on the way your cunt is finally taking him easier now -slick and swollen and perfectly molded to him after hours of training- that he almost misses itā¦
But then the dim light from outside the window catches the movement of your stomach, and his hips stutter to a halt.
āWhatā¦ā his voice comes out strangled- those pretty violet eyes growing wide, fixed on the subtle but unmistakable bulge in your lower belly, āis thatā¦ā
āC-Caleb?ā You blink up at him through your fucked out haze, confused by the sudden stillness, āwhyād you stop-ā
He pulls back slowly, watching his thick length drag out of your stretched hole- and then slams home again, eyes locked on your abdomen.
There it is. The distinct outline of his cock, distending your belly from the inside.
Oh fuckā¦ Thatās me. Thatās- Iām so deep I can see myself inside herā¦
āPipsqueak,ā he breathes, hand drifting to your stomach, pressing down experimentally.
You wail.
The pressure makes you clench around him so hard that Calebās eyes roll back, and suddenly that dark, possessive part of him that he'd kept locked away for years is roaring to the surface.
āLook at that,ā he murmurs, starting to rock his hips in shallow thrusts while his palm stays pressed against the bulge. He can feel himself moving inside you, feel the way your soft belly yields to accommodate his size. āYou feel that, Pips? Feel how deep I am?ā
āNnngh- sātoo much-ā Your hands fly to grip his wrist, but you can't tell if you're trying to push him away or pull him closer. Everything is sensation, the dual pressure of his cock splitting you open and his hand pushing down making your brain short-circuit.
āToo much?ā Caleb's laugh is breathless, almost delirious. He's staring at where his hand meets your stomach like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen, āBaby, I think this might be my new favorite thing.ā
He shifts angles, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with a wet squelch, and this time he watches- watches the bulge appear, pushes down on it, feels his cockhead pressing against his own palm through the thin barrier of your flesh.
āCALEB-!ā
I'm going to fuck her every day until this place finally feels like home.
āSo pretty,ā he coos, and the contrast between his sweet words and the brutal pace of his hips is making you dizzy, āmy pretty girl, stuffed so full of my cock that I can see it in your belly.ā His thumb traces the outline of himself through your skin, pressing in, and your vision finally whites out, āYou know what this means, right?ā
You can barely form words, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as he pounds into you, āW-what- ahh- what does it-ā
āMeans no one else could ever reach this deep.ā His voice drops to a growl as he adjusts his grip on the headboard to drive even harder into your abused cunt. āMeans this spot-ā he punctuates with a thrust, pressing down on the bulge simultaneously, ā-right here-ā another thrust, another press, and you're sobbing now, ā-belongs to me.ā
You're cumming before you even realize it's happening, walls clamping down on him while you thrash against the sheets. But Caleb doesn't stop. If anything, he speeds up, chasing his own release while his hand remains firmly planted on your stomach.
āGonna fill you up again, okay? Gonna pump you so full you'll bulge even without my cock inside- mph-ā
He hilts himself one final time and grinds, and you can feel every pulse and twitch of him as he spills deep inside your womb.
When he finally catches his breath, Caleb doesn't pull out. Instead, he rearranges your boneless body, settling you onto your side with him spooned behind you, cock still buried to the root.
His hand finds your belly again, pressing gently where you're still stretched around him.
āDefinitely my new favorite thing,ā he murmurs against your hair, thumb stroking lazy circles over the subtle swell.
the doctor said you have to stretch me out nice and slow. yeah for the muscle tension. yeah no she said it has to be inside. as many fingers and you can fit. you gotta tell me how good im taking it too
Since the beginning, Toji had been aware of how you melted whenever he picked you upāwhether it was tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, or pressing you into the wall with one broad hand caging your head.
At first, he thought it was nerves. Cute, maybe. But then he noticed the pattern.
The way your thighs pressed together every time. The way your lips parted when he lifted you without effort. The way your pulse jumped when his calloused palm circled your wrist, making it vanish inside his grip.
He wasnāt dumb. He knew exactly what that meant.
So tonight, he decided to test it.
He had you bent over the counter, your cheek against the cool surface, your breath fogging the marble. His chest pressed heavy against your back, keeping you pinned, one massive hand closing around both your wrists easily. You whimpered, wiggling under him, but it didnāt get you anywhere. He had you completely still with nothing more than the weight of his body and one arm.
āAlways get worked up when I manhandle you, huh?ā His voice was low, amused, right against your ear. He gave your wrists a squeeze, his thumb brushing your pulse. āSo damn weakālook at that. Canāt even get your hands free.ā
You whined, hips rocking back against the hard length grinding into you. Toji chuckled, deep and smug, his other hand sliding down your side until his palm settled over your thigh. He wrapped his fingers around it, giving it a firm squeezeāhis hand nearly swallowing the curve whole.
āFuck,ā he muttered, more to himself than you. āYou donāt even realize how small you are, do you?ā
His hips rolled again, cock straining against the thin barrier of your clothes, brushing the damp spot between your thighs. You gasped, legs trembling, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
In one smooth motion, he lifted you. Justāpicked you up like you weighed nothing, your legs dangling for a moment before wrapping instinctively around his waist. You clutched at his shoulders, breathless, eyes wide.
āYeah,ā he smirked, sliding you onto his cock in one deep thrust once he freed himself. āThis is what gets you goinā, huh? My size. How easy I can toss you around. How much space I take up inside you.ā
Your head dropped back with a strangled cry, walls clenching around the thick stretch of him. He didnāt give you time to adjustājust set a brutal pace, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock like you were made for it.
His hands gripped your hips tight, spanning nearly the whole width, his thumbs digging into soft flesh as he fucked up into you. Every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, your nails scrabbling uselessly against his chest.
āGod, look at you,ā he groaned, eyes dropping to where you split around him. āTaking me all the way inālook how deep I reach. Bet you can feel it right here, huh?ā His hand slid down to your stomach, pressing against the bulge that appeared with every thrust.
Your moan broke into a sob, your body shaking. He grinned, sharp and hungry.
āYeah. Thatās it. My short girl stuffed full of cock.ā He pressed harder on your stomach, fucking into that exact spot until your eyes rolled back. āYouāre fuckinā mineāno one else could even fit you like this.ā
Your walls spasmed around him, clenching desperately, and he knew you were close. He didnāt slow down. If anything, he moved rougher, lifting and dropping you onto him with single-minded focus, his own groans rumbling deep in his chest.
āCum on it. Cāmon, sweetheart. Let me feel you.ā His teeth dragged against your jaw, biting down just enough to make you squeal. āMake a mess for me, tiny thing. Show me how much you love getting split open.ā
Your climax hit hard, ripping through you in a gush of wet heat, your body going slack in his arms as you sobbed against his shoulder. Toji didnāt stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he spilled hot inside you, grinding deep to make sure you took every drop.
When it was over, he didnāt let you go right away. He kept you pinned against him, still seated on his cock, his hand stroking your back lazily.
ąØą§ ā Caleb has spent his entire adolescence and young adulthood rejecting every admirer who threw themselves at him- returning their homemade lunches, turning down their confessions, never once letting anyone get close enough to touch him like that.
He was too focused. Too loyal. Too busy dreaming about the girl who'd grown up beside him, the one whose birthday made up half of his passwords.
His girl.
And now, finally, after all this time, he has you exactly where he's dreamed of you for almost a decade- beneath him, looking up at him with those wide, trusting eyes.
God, she's really here. She's really letting me-
His internal thought cuts off when he hears your sweet voice.
"C-Caleb-," you whine pitifully, fat tears beginning to bead along your lower lashes as you squirm beneath him in his apartment you've slowly been turning into a home... "I- I don't think-"
"What's wrong?" He sounds almost boyish in his confusion, purple eyes soft with concern as he brushes sweaty hair from your forehead, "Did I do something-"
"S'too big."
He blinks, tilting his head like the adorable idiot he is, "I'm... no, I'm sure I'm average? I mean, I haven't really compared, butā¦" his words trail offā¦
Caleb can do nothing but stare...
How your poor little cunt is struggling, quivering, lips stretched obscenely trying to swallow the first few inches of him...
His length is ridiculous- he realizes that now with sudden, dawning clarity, watching nearly half of his shaft still jutting out from where your bodies meet.
Despite how wet he's gotten you with his fingers and tongue and desperate grinding- despite the slick mess coating your inner thighs, the way you'd gushed around two of his knuckles, the way you'd soaked his chin when he'd eaten you outā¦ you're still barely able to take him.
He'd always assumed those whispered comments from classmates back in high school were idle gossip. Locker room flattery he was too humble to believe -even now during showers on the fleet-. Girls giggling behind cupped hands, guys clapping his shoulder with that knowing look...
But now-
Fuck.
Now he understands as he watches you try to adjust.
Watching how your belly flutters with each shallow breath, watching your thighs tremble where they're spread wide around his hips. Watching the visible bulge of himself pressing up against the soft give of your lower stomach when he sinks another inch deeper and you let out this broken little whimper that makes his balls tighten.
He's ruining you. Reshaping you. Your tight little hole wasn't built for this, wasn't made for a cock this fat, this long, this mean- and he can't decide if the thought makes him want to pull out and apologize or grab your hips and bury himself to the hilt just to watch you fall apart.
"Shh, shh, hey." His voice has dropped low, rougher than you've ever heard it, and there's something dark flickering in those usually playful eyes. That possessive edge he's hidden for years, now surfacing as he stares down at where his thick cockhead is trying desperately to sink into your fluttering hole, "I've waited so long for this, Pips... For you. We're going to make it fit, okay? I'll take care of you, just like i always have."
His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears that threatened to spill. So gentle. So caring. So him.
And then his other hand pins your hip to the mattress as he snaps forward, burying every fat inch inside you in one brutal thrust.
"AHHH- CALEB!!" Your scream tears through his quiet apartment, back arching clean off the sheets as your cunt is forced to stretch around him, walls clenching and spasming helplessly against the intrusion.
It's too much -he's too much-, splitting you open on a cock that has no business being attached to a man who watches you like that. All soft, starving devotion. A loyal pup at the feet of its goddess, even while he wrecks you.
"Pips- oh, fuck, there we go," Caleb groans, and his voice is absolutely wrecked, those pretty eyes rolling back slightly as he bottoms out. His pelvis grinds against yours, the root of him stuffed so deep you can feel him in your goddamn stomach. "You're so tight- shit, is it always like this? Is this-"
"Y-you're my f-first too, you idiot," you sob, and something breaks in his expression.
First. I'm her first. She waited for me too.
"Oh, Pipsqueak," he breathes, and now both hands are cradling your face while his hips stay perfectly still to let you adjust. His cock twitches inside you, and you keen. "My sweet girl. I didn't know. I didn't-" He drops his forehead to yours, breath ragged, "I thought- I would've been gentler, I would've-"
"N'just-" You gulp for air, body quaking, "just stay still. M'need to -hah- adjust"
He nods, pressing apologetic kisses all over your tear stained face while his massive length pulses inside your stretched out cunt. But even as he soothes you, that darker part of his mind is calculating.
If I keep her on my cock long enough... if I fuck her through it over and over... her body will learn. She'll mold to me. Only me. She won't be able to take anyone else after this...
Good.
And when your walls finally relax enough for him to move, rolling his hips in a slow, devastating grind that makes your eyes roll back... Caleb learns something else about himself that night...
I know baby, it's so big. Take a deep breath. Can you do that for me? That's it. Well done. See? Just a little push and you're opening up so good. Feel how much is your little hole dripping? It just loves to be stretched.
Deep breath, baby. I know youāve never taken something this big but youāre doing so good for me? Do you feel the stretching? Your lil hole is just too good not to use. You look so sweet taking my cock, baby boy. Almost in! There we go, puppy, Iām all the way in you. Youāre so good for me!
I love when she begs for it āplease I need you, I need itā okay baby. If you want it that bad youāre going to have to survive it. ill lock your legs down, bury myself inside you and go until youāre trying to crawl away from the sensation. you asked for this. so youāre going to stay right here and take every bit of it.
nose to nose kinda fucking with his hand around your throat and you can't feel anything but the size of him stretching you to fit and his thumb is gently smoothing over your pulse point and all you can see is his eyes slowly dilating when he feels just how fast your pulse is racing underneath your skin hit post
more portal pussy but this timeā¦ youāre getting passed around the entirety of 141. follow up to this
what started as a workaround for simonās deployments quickly spiralled into stress relief for the entirety of 141.
ghost never explained what the portal pussy was. he simply left the disc on the common room table with a gruff warning: ādonāt break it. and fuckinā clean it after - or i'm takin' 'er back."
and now youāre getting passed around the whole team - and youāve learned to tell exactly whoās using it by the shape and the rhythm.
simon is unmistakable. thick and heavy. he stretches you open with that familiar burn youāve memorised. he feels like coming home - every ridge and vein dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until youāre clawing at the sheets and whimpering his name into the pillow. sometimes he still edges you for hours while he lies motionless behind his rifle, thumb lazily circling your clit.
soap fucks like he lives: fast, chaotic. the first time he borrowed you, you were halfway through making dinner. gentle circles over your clit suddenly turned into a thick cock with an upward curve that dragged relentlessly against your g-spot. short, frantic thrusts that made your knees buckle as you gripped the counter. when he came it was sudden, messy - buried deep inside you as your own orgasm washed over you so hard you almost dropped the spatula.
gaz is smoother, more precise; fucking you in slow, rolling waves - pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt and grinding into you. heās patient, ever the gentleman, always playing with your clit at the same time, waiting to feel you gush around him before he lets himself finish.
price took the longest to give in. but now? he fucks you with a calm authority. long, deep strokes that bottom out every time. sometimes he just holds himself deep inside you, grinding the swollen head of his cock against your cervix until youāre overwhelmed and sobbing.
you donāt mind being shared - after all, if theyāre fucking you, theyāre still breathing.
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