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incel!malum take advantage of reader at a party (pt 2)
request fill: anon ask!
tags: incel!michael, incel!calum, fem reader
tw: noncon, mentions of violence, strugglefuck, strong language, taking turns, bondage, slapping, choking,
author's note: i'm writing this with spicy chili doritos, tea, and a headache at 8:30am
listen to: calum audio & michael audio !
it was remarkably easy to get you away from the rest of the party, both michael and calum think. all they needed to do was to press the knife against your side and tell you to follow them. and as it turns out, that method is very persuasive!
you should've never even left the party with them. the two of them are cowards, they could never actually stab you. but as a girl at a party, you learn to expect the worst.
now upstairs in the master bathroom of the house, the two boys have you cornered with the door locked, your clothes torn off by their greedy hands and your arms and mouth covered with duct tape.
"god, you feel even better than you look..." calum mutters into the crook of your neck. his hands travel over the expanse of your body carelessly as michael stands guard at the door. his cock is shamelessly buried inside of you. his hips rut deep at an unforgiving pace. behind the tape, he can hear your muffled cries. "what are you crying for? you deserve this. you were practically asking for it."
he has you on the edge of the sink with your legs on either side of his torso. calum's hands remain firmly planted on your hips to hold you in place. you can feel the way they dig into the flesh before a particularly rough thrust. the brunet can barely contain the grunts leaving his mouth. he's fantasized about having his way with you for awhile.
calum notices how you try to pull against the duct tape holding your hands behind your back. raising a hand, he slaps you across the face twice in quick succession. fresh tears spring from your eyes and trail down over the silver tape across your lips. luckily for them, your yelps are concealed by the makeshift gag. "don't you dare fucking try anything. you saw how big that knife is, didn't you? you want that slashing your pretty little throat, huh?"
you shake your head incessantly, movements sharp and anxious. "ngh-uh.... ngh-uh!!" you try to respond to the man. one of his hands wraps around your throat. "...did you know that the brain can go 4 to 6 minutes without oxygen?..." he squeezes around your throat. calum's fully aware that he's not choking you properly. most people choking someone for sexual purposes only cut off the blood flow. he's aiming to take your breath away.
your legs kick against his back as his hips continue to slam into you. "i don't think i'll make you go that long..." he smiles wickedly. "but we can sure try..."
"don't do anything crazy, cal. i still have to have a go." michael complains. "i want color in her cheeks and her eyes open when i fuck her."
after a few seconds, calum's grip relents just enough for you to inhale a sputtering breath through your nose. "not into necrophilia, mike?" calum smiles over his shoulder at the blond.
"the point is to put her in her place," he runs his hands through his hair. "not six feet underground."
calum's hips falter as his orgasm begins to near closer and closer. all he can concentrate on is the squelching of your cunt as he thrusts in and out of you. "fuck, d'you hear how wet she is?.. fuck..." he lets out a series of groans, letting his jaw hang open at the feeling.
michael grins, watching from the door. "if i didn't know any better, i'd say the slut actually enjoys this.."
"oh yeah?" calum turns his head towards you, eyes fluttering as his orgasm approaches. "do you like being reminded of your place? do you like it when we use you for our own pleasure, huh?" his tone is mocking, condescending even, while his hips lose their rhythm and he grunts, looking dead into your eyes as he cums. his hands hold your hips in place while he drives himself deeper into you. you can feel his cum leaking out around the base of his cock. he pulls out, breathing heavy.
"i'm gonna take this tape off and you're not gonna make a fucking sound." calum warns, his slender fingers find a lip of the tape. "right?" he waits for you to agree. as you nod, he rips off the tape and tosses it to the side. "shit— you made such a mess on my cock." michael approaches behind calum, crossing his arms.
"we'll make her clean you off." the blond grabs a handful of your hair and wraps it around his fist. "that's her job after all. she's a woman."
with a nod of agreement from calum, michael forces your head towards calum's cock. "open your mouth." he tugs on the roots of your hair until you obey.
"fuckkkkk, that's it. all the way down." calum throws his head back as your mouth envelopes him. the other boy uses his grip on your hair to bob your head up and down his cock for you. the tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag. "that's right, take it all the way." the burnet lets out a laugh of disbelief. "fuck, i can't believe we're doing this."
michael pulls you off of calum's cock, listening to you sputter for a breath. "s' my turn, move over."
"fine," the younger of the two rolls his eyes. he tucks himself back into his boxers and pulls up his pants. "you're so greedy."
the blond pulls you up by your hair and turns you around, allowing you to look into the mirror behind the sink. "look at yourself." he doesn't bother to check on you, instead he lines his cock up and pushes in with ease. "every time you post a photo, every time you give a guy a problem, every time you think you're better than someone— i want you to remember this moment."
he pushes your front down just enough so you can see him in the mirror right behind you. michael puts his boot on the toilet seat for extra leverage as he pumps his cock into you. "you're nothing compared to us. you should be begging for a chance to serve a man like me. d'you know how lucky you are that we're even taking our time to teach you a lesson?"
the sound of his thick cock barraging your cunt over and over overpowers the overwhelmed whimpers falling from your lips. "i don't need to fucking do this, but i'd hate to see a girl like you become such a slut."
"hey." calum notices your eyes drifting away from yourself. getting the memo, michael grabs the back of your head and turns it towards the mirror again. the brunet continues, "did you hear him? be fucking grateful. you should be thanking us."
you can see him leaning up against the door with a smug look. "well? what do you say, slut?"
"t-thank you!!..." you moan out between pleasured sobs. "thank you for— fuck— for putting me in my place!..."
"that's right," michael moans. his hips drill into you until he can no longer think straight, only knowing the gummy feeling of your walls wrapped around his thick cock. through pants, he tosses his head back. a thin, sheer layer of sweat glimmers on his forehead and sticks his platinum blond hair to his skin. "fuck, m' gunna cum..."
with a rough grip on your waist, he pulls you back onto his cock to meet his thrusts until both of your orgasms hit you. he groans, doubling over and pressing his chest to your back. he places his hands on your shoulders, keeping you on his cock while your walls clench around him. he can feel your juices coating his cock, mixing with his, and dripping down his shaft. michael pulls out, dragging you off the sink and onto your knees. obediently, you run your tongue along his cock, swirling it around his tip and sucking off the remaining fluids.
with a scoff, calum watches your actions. "slut."
michael tucks himself into his boxers and jeans again, zipping up his fly. he rummages through his pocket for his wallet. opening it like its an inconvenience, he pulls out a few $20s and tosses it onto the ground in front of you as he and calum exit the bathroom.
"go buy yourself a plan b or something."
