SUMMARY: [stalker toji!x reader!] After working late at night, you choose to save a few bucks and walk home through the poorly lit back alleys instead of taking a cab and end up getting followed by this huge scary looking man.
CONTENT WARNING: non-con : graphic violence : p in v : deep penetration : cervix fucking : hand over mouth : stalking : explicit language : size difference : manhandling : choking : gagging (fingers) : pet names : lifted/carried sex : dead dove; do not eat
His large hand clamps over your mouth, his fingers digging in your cheeks, squishing them roughly, muffling your moans and cry for help as your palms press flat against the old building’s wall.
“Fuccckkk, you feel so damn good” he says, letting out a groan and pulling out his fat cock only to push it back balls deep inside you as your body jerks violently forward, trying desperately accommodate to the brutal stretch, your legs wobbling and buckling beneath you, weak from the continuous deep fucking.
He’s really big, thicker and bigger than anyone you have taken before. His cockhead touches right up against your cervix with every thrust. Pain blooms through your overstretched walls as he smacks his hips against your ass, the obscene sound of it filling your ears.
His other hand is wrapped around your throat as he keeps thrusting inside you, “Yeah, just like that doll” he grunts, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you clenched around his big cock in fear. “You feel so, so much better than I had expected, isn't it my lucky day?”
“Fuckin’ sweet little thing like you walking these streets alone at night, what were you thinking doing that uh?”
He was right, you had not thought enough while walking back home late at night. Initially you had thought of taking a cab but just to save a few bucks you decided against it.
You shouldn't have. You lived in a big city so even if you had a job which on paper seemed good enough of a paycheck it hardly managed the expenses of the said big city.
Everything was expensive here so even if you lived past a shady neighbourhood, you were glad enough to have the roof above your head. You couldn't afford or even think of changing places until you got a promotion or changed your company for a higher paying one.
You were walking towards your block when you felt someone following you and you glanced over your shoulder only to see this huge bulky and scary man walking a few feet away from you.
You had immediately turned around, heart pounding with fear, hoping it was not what you were thinking and he would take a different turn or route from you. But no, he kept walking after you, turning where you did as you kept checking for him through your peripheral vision.
Even from a distance, he stood out so it was not hard for you to realise that he indeed was following you. And it seemed like he was not going anytime soon or leaving you alone, so you had fastened your pace and nearly ran when you were just a few blocks away from your apartment.
You ran as fast as you could in those damn work heels of yours, as it clattered loudly on the silent street. Huffing as your chest burned, not used to this much of physical activity as you hardly got any time for it, you ran with all your might not looking back and that was your biggest mistake as he was also running after you. Just two more blocks you had thought, you were so close!
Then only he had caught you, his massive arms wrapping around your waist, yanking you to his chest and his large, rough hand had clamped over your mouth before you could scream, smothering your cry for help and protest.
He had moved really fast, dragging you along with him in a nearby alley, where even the streetlamp’s light didn't reach, bunching up your work skirt and tearing off your panties.
You had thrashed wildly, kicking your legs, trying to fight him off, but it was useless. He was too strong for you to do any real harm to him or save yourself from him, he had easily overpowered you pushing you up against the wall in the complete darkness.
He changed the angle pulling out his cock with a low, frustrated grunt, like he hated being out of you even for a second. His thick cock dragged heavily along your walls on his way out, before you could even relax thinking it was probably finally over and he was done with you, he bent his knees slightly, adjusting his angle, and drove back in with one powerful upward thrust. A sharp burst of pain shot through your core, making you yelp in agony against his hand.
The new position forced him even deeper. You felt every inch of his thick cock stretching you open again, his cockhead pressing hard against your cervix, bullying its way in until his heavy balls slapped against your clit, your fingers clawing against the plain brick wall, nothing to hold on too as he started fucking you harder from the new position.
“Don't you know how dangerous it is to roam outside at nighttime, especially if you look so fuckable and vulnerable. You're gonna attract the wrong kind of men you know?”
You tried to scream again, thrashing your head side to side, but his hand only tightened over your mouth making it hard for you to breathe. Tears streamed down your face as your legs shook violently to his relentless ramming inside your cunt.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest pressed flush against your back. “Shhh,shhh, don’t fight it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me. Taking my cock like a good little slut.”
“And it's not like you're taking a cock for the first time, I went inside you so easily. Do you have a boyfriend, doll? Who's the lucky bastard fucking this sluty cunt of yours, not gonna lie I am quite jealous.”
Another hard thrust as he pushed himself up from the low angle making you whimper against his palm. You could feel the huge and fat cock of his dragging inside your walls, as it clenched around him due to your fear and distress.
His fingers on your throat loosened just a fraction, as you gasped finally able to breath taking deep shaky breaths only for him to slide up and force two thick fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue and fucking shallowly into your mouth as you choked and gagged on his fingers, while at the same time he fucked you with his cock slamming inside you.
He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting his cock settle inside you. One of his hands left your hip to grope roughly at your tits through your plain office shirt, “Such a nice pair of tits, baby. Should I loosen them free? They will bounce real good while I fuck you raw–ahhh....shit.”
Toji threw his head back letting out a deep moan as your cunt involuntarily clenched around him, your body reacting out of new found fear. The sudden tight squeeze made him hiss through his teeth.
“Oh, baby don't do that” he let out a throaty chuckle near your ear, "You’re gonna snap my dick in half. Don't worry I am not bothering with your shirt, too much work you know.”
You sobbed harder, body trembling as he picked up the speed again, fucking you harder and faster, as your whole body shook from his ruthless, rentless thrusts.
Your knees finally gave out beneath you as you almost fell down only for him to tighten his hold on your waist keeping you upright and going in and out inside of you groaning in your ear.
He lifted you higher with both his arms now wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling your body back against his chest as he slightly bent his knees and leaned a little backwards. Your feet left the ground, dangling helplessly just inches above the floor, toes pointing down but not touching.
The position was overwhelming, dangling like this, worse than before any of the positions he had put you through. Now, only supported by his arms around your waist, hardly able to move except by the thrusts of his cock.
Your body had grown so weak from the brutal fucking that all you could do now was take it, with your back arching against his chest as painful moans and whimpers spilled from your lips now free from his clamped hand.
“You live around here, right?”he asked grunting. “Bet you’re gonna feel me leaking and dripping from your cunt all the way home when I fill you up, I hope you remember this big cock of mine, I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's.”
“Gonna fill this sweet pussy of yours, doll.” He said his hips slamming up harder into you. “Pump you full with my cum and you’re gonna take it all like the helpless little fucktoy you are. Ain’t that right, princess?”
i want you to fuck my asshole, make me cry and beg you to take it out as you force yourself further into it
i just want you to force yourself in the most painful way in me without any care about my wellbeing, when you’re done maybe fill me with your cum and piss then plug me for the rest of the night ♡
Warnings: noncon, mdni, cumming inside, unprotected p in v, cervix kissing, yandere, emotional manipulation, coercion, guilt-tripping, dd:dne, if you're uncomfortable with such content, filter the tags or block my blog, stay safe!
Yandere Boyfriend! who would noncon you over and over again, apologizing everytime and promising you that he won't do it again.
Of course, he doesn't mean it.
He feels sorry for hurting you, but he doesn't like it when you push him away, something inside him snaps everytime you deny him, he loses all control.
What do you mean you're not in the mood? Do you not love him?
What do you mean you got your period? It doesn't matter, you're saying it because you hate him right?
It hurts? Well guess what? It hurts him more because you're denying him of the ultimate act of love!
He doesn't like it at all.
So before anything else can leave your mouth, he's already intruding into your hole, burying his cock inch by inch, raw. You could feel the way it uncomfortably stretches you, the burning sensation escalating with every thrust.
Your cunt contracts around his cock as he growls into your ear, small gasps escaping his mouth as he fucks you deeply, his tip slamming against your cervix.
It's painful, it hurts, it burns.
Tears escape your eyes at the sensation, just waiting for him to be done with you. He licks your tears away, dragging his wet tongue across your cheek before pressing a kiss to your mouth.
His other hand dips down between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it to make it feel good for you too.
One thing about him is that he will always make sure you get to finish too. Is he an extremely selfish person? Yes, but not when it comes to this, he mainly does this because he loves the way your walls contract and flutter around him.
This is also usually the time the anger and everything dissipates, he comes back to his senses and feels guilty when he notices your painful expression, he begins to panic, but his hips don't stop moving, in fact, they speed up.
“i'm sorry— mhm fuck—!” The obscene sound of skin slapping continues to echo in the air. “I'm sorry baby, I dont— I don't like doing this! Please— oh fuck fuck— please forgive me.” He begs, all while his fingers work faster around your clit. He leans down, sucking on your tits.
It doesn't take long for you to finish, especially after he's basically forcing an orgasm out of you by stimulating you.
“I— please forgive me darling, i wont do it again— I lost control, I'm so sorry, I promise, please please please please.” He cries out gasping when he feels your cunt clench and contract around him. His hips piston and drill into your cunt sloppily, a tell-tale sign that he's near, and as if on cue, he cums.
He empties himself deep inside you, ropes of cum directly shooting against your cervix, while he rides his orgasm out and not long after collapses on top of you.
He switches positions, pulling you against him as he cuddles you, arm wrapped around your head and one gently patting your back as he assures you, calming your shaking and crying form.
“I'm sorry baby, it must've been scary right? I don't know what came over me.. it just happened. Please don't hate me. Please. Please.” His voice cracks, genuine emotion coating his words.
“I'm really sorry okay? I try not to, but I just can't—” He sniffs, before reaching down and burying his face into your neck, as if he is the one that needs comfort. “—just can't help myself, I promise I won't do it again. You'll forgive me right? Please.” His voice is muffled, but still clear and you could hear the guilt.
Of course, you forgive him.
You have to, you don't have any other choice, because if you don't— he'll get mad again.
This is the 4th time it happened this week alone, and it's only Wednesday.
You don't have a choice at all, you lost the freedom to have it ever since the day you decided to start dating him.
— yuta okkotsu, izuku midoriya, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, gojo satoru, choso kamo + your fave, feel free to imagine any chara you want!
yandere! bruce wayne x reader x yandere! clark kent
word count: 10k
synopsis: you've been cooped up in wayne manor for the past few months, courtesy of your new lovers. they've decided it's finally time to take your relationship to the next level whether you're ready or not.
You thought the silent treatment could save you. The childish shame and embarrassment that was aroused in you every time they twisted your words was crushing you. Two brilliant minds working in tandem to make you feel as small as they saw you. The good cop, bad cop dynamic rehearsed by Bruce and Clark left no room for your opinion. Arguing was pointless when all roads led to the same point, the feeling of heat rushing to your cheeks as you accepted defeat. You felt they were hammering a point home to you — you were to be seen and not heard.
Your silence only made them more eager to correct you.
Your defeat in your circumstances was palpable, but you were determined to keep your sorrow to yourself. You thought they would be satisfied with your depressive acceptance, but they were determined to drag you out of that hole every time you tried to make peace with it. They wouldn’t even let you slowly rot away without their input, telling you it was this exact reason that they took it upon themselves to care for you. Escape was impossible; they made certain of it. You really tried to believe that you were just sparing yourself some pain by not fighting back.
Monday nights were the nights they promised to make time for you. A day where they would come home from their day jobs and play pretend with domesticity and normalcy. You were expected to play house, too, dressing up beyond your pajamas and sweatpants. They still have yet to give you a real pair of shoes, though.
You were sitting on the couch in between them, back nestled into Clark’s right side and feet outstretched into Bruce’s lap. They had positioned you the moment they sat down, hardly leaving enough space to breathe. The three of you were in Bruce’s study, listening to his old jazz vinyls as you nursed your drink.
Bruce swirled a neat Whiskey in a glass, unsipped, as he rubbed the heel and ball of your socked foot with his free hand. Clark had a hot chocolate, same as you, that was sitting on the coffee table, untouched. His right arm was slung over your shoulder while his left hand held yours, kneading his thumb into your palm. You held your mug close to you, keeping your mouth busy in hopes of not cracking under the pressure of Clark’s stare.
“How was your day, honey?” Clark asked with a soft smile, resting his head next to yours on the back couch cushion.
You shrugged, continuing to stare at the roaring fireplace in front of you. What was there to say to them? That you had lain around the manor all day, dreading the minutes until they came home? That you were steeling yourself to refuse to speak to them for another day? Bruce cleared his throat, looking up from your foot, and rested your toes in his palm. They tolerated non-answers less than wrong answers.
You looked over at Bruce, unable to hold your gaze with his before settling to look down at his lap. He had taken off his sports coat when he came home and was sitting with his dress shirt undone, three buttons and sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Clark had foregone his jacket and dress shirt entirely, wearing nothing but his slacks and his white undershirt. They both took their belts off in front of you. You were wearing a mockneck bodysuit and a long skirt with a pair of white socks.
You had started the day with more clothes, too, that they slowly began to peel off you. There was no need for a sweater, Bruce had said. The fireplace was waiting for you. Did you really need stockings on? Clark had asked. Layers in the house weren’t necessary. Piece by piece, they dressed you and themselves down until you assumed nothing would be left.
“Clark asked you a question,” Bruce said, sliding his hand up your leg to rest just under the hem of your skirt.
You looked back at the fireplace and just sighed, setting your drink down next to Clark’s still steaming mug. Shrugging again and sighing, you rested your head against the cushion next to Clark and looked at him. You hoped your moping act would help them drop the subject – puppy eyes always worked on Clark. To him, you had no bark or bite.
Clark’s gaze didn’t linger on you. The look they shared had you feeling queasy. They were so hard to read, but you could always tell when they were thinking – especially when they were thinking the same thing. Your quietness had run its course with them. You’re sure you’ve only made it this far because Clark told Bruce to let you work it out yourself. But you’ve learned that Clark’s patience runs much thinner when Bruce is in his ear. They were planning on making you talk; you just didn’t know how.
Bruce’s hand rubbed circles into your calf, slowly inching towards your thigh. He set his drink down next to yours, settling his free hand back on your foot. You closed your eyes and inhaled slowly, trying not to let panic seep into your bones. It was Clark who was touchy like this, yet he seemed content to keep his hands to himself for once and just watch. Bruce gently slid his hand under your sock, making it down to the ball of your foot before wiggling your sock off. You fought off a shiver of ticklishness and swallowed harshly.
Clark pressed his forehead to yours, humming softly as he brought the hand he was massaging up to his mouth. He pressed a tender kiss on the tip of your pinky, still rubbing his thumb into the flesh of your palm. An easy smile reached his eyes as he kissed his way down your fingers. After he reached your thumb, he closed his eyes and placed your hand over his mouth, chastely kissing your palm.
Bruce brought your ankle to his lips, placing a wet kiss there. His hand was warm and weathered, heating your skin up through the fabric. Your skirt slid down to your upper thigh as Bruce put your heel on his left shoulder. His hand caressed the backside of your calf, slowly inching closer towards your inner thigh. You shuddered as a chill ran all up your spine. You stretched your back uncomfortably, settling away from him. You were desperate not to let yourself melt into the false sense of security their arms offered.
“Bruce’s hands always run cold, don’t they?” Clark mused, kissing your wrist.
Bruce let out a throaty chuckle and nodded, pressing a kiss to your knee cap. He leaned closer, spreading your left leg over his right thigh and hooking his left arm under your right knee. You understood the game they were playing now. If you were going to play by their rules and win, you’d have to choose your words very carefully.
“What are you doing?” You questioned quietly, looking at Bruce warily.
“Nothing you won’t like.”
Clark maneuvered you to fully sit in his lap, facing Bruce, kissing up your arm until his chin rested on your shoulder. His arms held your waist in place as Bruce kissed down to your inner thigh. It was a test. You knew that they knew you understood that now. The only question was how far you were going to let it go. Bruce unclipped the body suit snaps over your panties, letting his fingers graze under the hem on your right hip.
“Don’t…” You whispered, placing your hand over his wrist.
Bruce looked up at you through lidded eyes, letting his lips brush against your hip. “Don’t what?”
“Let him make you feel good?” Clark chimed in, taking your hand in his and away from Bruce.
“Don’t touch me there.” You said with a little more confidence.
“Here?” Bruce chuckled, placing a kiss over your navel.
You inhaled softly, arching your back towards Clark’s chest. These were dangerous waters you were treading in. You’re certain that with all the surveillance Bruce did on you before they took you, he, at least, knew you were a virgin. Hell, you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet, and here Bruce was in between your legs, waiting to devour you.
“What about here?” Bruce’s hand slid back to your ass, squeezing a handful of it in his hand.
His callouses were rough against you as he kneaded your flesh in his hand. You shook your head, trying to dig your nails into Clark’s hand with no avail.
“I…I don’t want you to touch me at all.” You finally confessed. You could only hope you told him what he wanted to hear.
“Oh, honey,” Clark sighed sweetly. “If you wanted me to touch you instead, all you had to do was ask.”
Clark took both of your wrists into his right hand as he kissed along your throat and wrapped his arm around your waist to press you flush against him. Bruce retreated and relaxed against the couch, content to abide by your interpreted wishes. Clark kissed up to your cheek, letting his pecks slowly inch towards your lips.
“Wait!” You cried, turning to look at Clark with desperate eyes. “Wait, please.”
“Have you decided you want Bruce after all?” Clark whispered, lips ghosting just barely above yours.
“I…” What could you possibly say in your defense? “I don’t think either of you will want me.”
“If that were true, we have a funny way of showing it.” Clark chuckled, chasing your lips slowly as you leaned your head back.
“Don’t make assumptions.” Bruce said coolly. “If you want to know how we feel, just ask us.”
“I’m not trying to, I’m just…being realistic.” You sighed. You’d never ask them, not wanting an even further look into their deranged delusions.
“Realistic?” Clark chuckled. “I’m just itching to jump your bones, and you think we don’t want you.”
“You said ‘will want me’.” Bruce noticed. “Is there something you think we don’t already know?”
You look at Bruce, swallowing nervously. Clark settled to press kisses along your temple and hairline, rubbing his hands up and down your waist.
“No!” You defended. Secrets were a cardinal sin with them. “I’m just not sure you’ll want someone as…inexperienced as me.”
“Think our boyscout is as innocent as he seems?” Bruce smirked. Your apparent gap in experience only made your stomach churn further.
“That’s just the way we like it, we’ll be your first and onlys.” Clark mused, letting his kisses move back down towards your lips. “You think our playboy can’t handle a virgin?”
“We adore you, you know you can’t deny that,” Bruce replied earnestly.
“I mean,” You laughed nervously, placing your hands on Clark’s chest to hold him back. “I haven’t even had my–” Clark’s eyes light up at the prospect.”My, uh, first kiss.” Your confidence died in your throat, barely finishing the sentence with a whisper.
“That’s okay,” Clark smiled, all teeth. He looked like a predator waiting to strike at his innocent prey. “We can teach you.”
Bruce’s hand softly stroked the underside of your calf. “Why?”
Clark maneuvered you off his lap, scooching you both over closer to Bruce. You sat shoulder to shoulder with them both, Bruce keeping your feet in his lap and Clark beginning to stroke your hand again. They let you take your time to answer, watching the gears turn in your mind, trying to find any excuse you thought they would find acceptable.
“Well, you both know I’ve never had a boyfriend before…you two.” You stared at the fireplace in front of you. What were they to you now? Boyfriends? Husbands? Captors? Owners?
“We’re your partners now, sweetheart. Nothing is ever going to change that.” Clark reassured.
“You don’t need a boyfriend to have sex.” Bruce challenged, quirking a brow. Of course he knew all about that. You’d jab it at him if you thought it would make a difference.
“I’m not the hookup type.” You shrugged, feeling the discomfort of the topic rise in you.
You weren’t less than just because you didn’t have the notches in your bedpost the way they did. You were doing your very best to refuse becoming one of theirs.
“Waiting for someone special?” Clark whispered in your ear. Naturally, Clark was more sentimental about these things than Bruce was.
“The opportunity just never came up.” You replied. A lie of omission technically wasn’t a lie, but you knew it wouldn’t slide with them.
“You’ll have plenty of opportunities with us.” Bruce smirked.
“Isn’t ‘I don’t know’ an answer?” You huffed exasperatedly.
“Not if you don’t have a good enough reason,” Bruce said matter-of-factly. “You’re afraid.”
“Now you’re making assumptions.” You spat back.
“It’s not an assumption if it’s a fact, my love.” Bruce quirked a brow. “You’ve been afraid since you first came here.”
Of course, you were afraid. But of what exactly? Afraid they would expect more than you could give? Afraid that you’ll be nothing more than a sex slave to them? Afraid that you were becoming complicit in your own captivity? Afraid it would hurt? Afraid it wouldn’t?
You’d be damned if you showed them your fear.
“It’s okay to admit that you’re afraid, sweetheart. You’re safe with us.” Clark soothed.
“Have we done anything to show you otherwise?” Bruce asked.
It was true. You knew it, and they knew it, and you hated that they knew you knew it. They’ve never been physical with you, never raised their voice, never neglected you. In any other circumstance, people would gush over what doting gentlemen you had.
“Maybe she needs to see how gentle we can be with her.” Clark offered, picking you up bridal style with one arm and tucking you close to him.
You yelped at the sudden upheaval, wrapping your arms around his neck for stability. Bruce was quick to follow both of you as Clark led the way back to the manor’s master bedroom. Clark hummed a gentle tune as Bruce opened the door and beckoned you both inside with an outstretched arm.
Clark sat you down at the edge of the bed. You folded your arms across your chest as you watched the two of them strip. Clark took off his shirt with one hand and stretched his arms towards the ceiling, fingers intertwined. He let out a pleased hum, sending you a smile. He made quick work to help Bruce out of his dress shirt and left him to remove his undershirt. Clark dropped to his knees and placed his hands on Bruce’s thighs, unzipping Bruce’s pants with his teeth.
The burn from your cheeks spread all the way down to your chest. Your fingertips tingled with anticipation. You squeezed yourself tighter, swallowing harshly. Clark looked right at you as Bruce’s pants pooled around his ankles. He licked a long stripe against Bruce’s erection, smiling sharply when you looked up at Bruce nervously.
Bruce ran a hand through Clark’s curly locks, tugging them to bring his head back. Clark looked up at Bruce expectantly and stood when Bruce cupped his chin to kiss him. The kiss was heated and passionate, teeth and tongues already knocking against each other. Bruce stepped out of his pants and kicked them away, leaving him shirtless in his black boxers. He held his hand against the back of Clark’s neck and reached his other hand to shimmy the man out of his slacks.
Bruce slipped a hand into Clark’s white boxers, palming him and giving him a gentle squeeze. He groaned loudly into Bruce’s mouth and tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth. Clark looked at you while Bruce started to kiss down his neck, biting and sucking harshly on his skin. He motioned for you to come over with a gentle wave of his hand, holding it out for you to take.
You stood up from the bed and waited for a moment, burrowing your arms further against yourself. If you showed that you would come freely when called, if you were willing to try, then maybe, you hoped, they would have mercy on you.
You took Clark’s hand, keeping your other arm tight around your chest. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles in a soothing motion and gave you a gentle smile. You were sure he could feel just how much you were shaking. You could no longer tell if it was from fear or anticipation; maybe it was a mix of both. Bruce’s free hand wrapped around your waist and herded you in between them.
“You’re making her nervous,” Clark said, cocking his head at Bruce. “Her heart is racing.”
He gently grasped the hand covering your chest and pulled it away, placing it over his to steady you with his calm heartbeat. His palm draped the back of your hand, holding it in place. Bruce’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest. His chin rested on your shoulder as he ghosted his lips up your neck and behind your ear. Clark brought your other hand up to his lips again, kissing your palm and closing his eyes.
“Don’t worry,” Bruce whispered in your ear. “He doesn’t bite.”
“Not unless you say please,” Clark murmured into your palm, looking back down at you as he kissed your wrist.
Bruce’s hands slipped under the elastic band of your skirt, laying his palms flat against your hips.
“You’re so tense,” Bruce said, rubbing circles with his thumbs into your hips. “Let us help you get comfortable.”
He pushed your skirt down, letting it pool around your ankles. Clark grasped the hem of your body suit and pulled it up over your head, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Bruce’s hands cupped you in between your legs, making you gasp as he ran a finger along your wetness.
“You’re soaked, lovely,” Bruce smirked. “Did you like watching us?”
You gulped, looking away from both of them. The heat in your cheeks burned brighter. Back to square one, you were at a loss for words. The men stepped away from you, taking their places on the large, plush bed. Bruce sat up against the headboard, propping one knee up and resting his left arm against the wood. Clark lay next to him on his side, propping himself up with his right elbow. Their eyes roamed you freely as you stood in the same spot they left you in. Your arms quickly found their place against your chest again.
“Feeling shy?” Clark asked, tracing circles into the sheets with his index finger. “Come here.”
“Maybe she wants us to continue our little show.” Bruce mused, holding his right hand out to you.
You stared at the ground as you padded over. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before, either. It never got easier when they stripped.
You shakily took Bruce’s hand and crawled into the space in between them. Your arms were squished against their chest as you held your hands in your lap, twiddling your thumbs nervously. You stared straight up at the high ceiling, trying to count the folds in the canopy draped over the bed. It was a lovely shade of forest green, dark and inviting. A perfect shadow to hide in.
Clark’s hand started tracing circles on your stomach. Bruce’s left hand came to rest on your tense shoulders, slowly easing them from being hunched up to your ears.
“Beautiful,” Clark murmured, ghosting his lips over your shoulder. “Isn’t she, Bruce?”
“Stunning. It’s a miracle no one got their hands on her before we did.” Bruce agreed, stroking a thumb under your chin. “Pretty girl like you deserves to be kissed, well and often.”
“Our pretty girl,” Clark whispered, kissing up under your chin and nipping softly at your skin. “All ours.”
Clark dipped back down to your collarbone, leaving wetter kisses before licking a stripe up from your clavicle to your chin. All pretense of chaste affection was out the window – they were hungry for you, and Clark was tired of pretending he wasn’t.
“Still feeling afraid?” Bruce asked. “We’ll take it slow, sweetheart.”
Slow. They had no intentions of stopping. It was no longer an if; it was simply a matter of when.
“I told you I’m not afraid.” You shot back, hardly able to believe yourself with the way you sounded.
“Then show us.”
Bruce’s right hand smoothed over Clark’s thigh. His hands were rough and scarred, knuckles hardened from years of fighting. Scars littered his body beyond his hands. His deepest scars were beneath the surface, somewhere deep and dark that not even you or Clark seemed to reach. You assume he’s never let anyone. Sometimes, you think he takes all the hits he does in order to remind himself of the real pain he refuses to let himself feel.
Bruce looked at you intensely as he palmed Clark’s erection. He was studying you. Your nervousness was one thing, he knew it well. But your bashful arousal was a new frontier. You kept staring at the ceiling, knowing you would crumble if you looked over at him. He was handsome in a way that made you nervous if you looked at him for too long, like a long-lost movie star from the Golden Age. His charm was effortless, a well-rehearsed charade that flustered you more than it seduced you. He exuded command that made it hard to say no to him, as if his disappointment would devastate you.
Unlike Bruce, Clark didn’t have a scratch on him. His skin was smooth and flawless, as if he were carved straight from marble in the likeness of an ancient god. He was handsome in a way that was almost insulting. He could hide it well. His patience was almost as impenetrable as he was. It made him hard to read at first, but he’s let cracks of his other emotions seep through the longer you’ve been with him. You assumed he was too worried about frightening you with anything other than his fairweather optimism. Easy eyes and kind smiles with stupid dimples that put you at ease when you should be on alert. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. An extraterrestrial and uncanny Adonis.
Clark moaned against your skin, letting his teeth graze you as he jutted his hips against Bruce’s hand. He was careful, cautious with you despite his desire. You hadn’t said please yet. Bruce slipped his hand into Clark’s briefs and pulled out his leaking erection. Clark’s right arm stopped propping him up as he slid it under your neck and settled on the pillows next to you.
“Look at him,” Bruce instructed, tilting your cheek towards Clark. “Isn’t he so handsome?”
Swallowing nervously, you turn to look at Clark. A small flush left his cheeks tinted pink. His eyes were shut in pleasure as Bruce continued to stroke him. His eyes were half-lidded as he looked at you. You nodded slowly in agreement.
“Hi, gorgeous,” Clark whispered, using the arm under you to turn your body fully onto his side towards him.
He moved his hand from your stomach to cup your cheek. It seemed they were in silent agreement that Clark would take your first kiss. You wonder if they had this planned out. If they did, they weren’t keen on sharing their plans. The element of surprise served them well.
“Hi,” You whispered back, staring at his lips.
Who were you kidding, of course they did. They didn’t leave anything to chance.
They didn’t have to do this for you, you thought. They didn’t have to let you take it slow. They didn’t have to wait until you were comfortable with their innocent affection. They could have taken you the first night they brought you back, and it would have never made a difference to them. They were giving you plenty of chances, and you have given them almost none.
Clark’s hips thrusted into Bruce’s hands as he moaned again. He pressed kisses into your hairline by your temples, whimpering softly when Bruce squeezed him.
“Stop jerking your hips,” Bruce commanded, looking at Clark before resuming at a faster pace. “Hands to yourself.”
Clark gasped and pressed his face into your hair, hips tense with obedience. Clark’s hands retreated behind his back, chest heaving. Bruce’s other hand settled on the back of your neck, stroking up the side gently.
“See? He can behave himself,” Bruce reassured, whispering gently in your ear. “He’ll listen to you if you tell him what you want.”
You placed your hand over Clark’s cheek and pulled back from him slightly to look straight at him. His eyes were heavy with need as he looked at you. His bottom lip was caught in his teeth as he bit back a moan. You could still be in control; you could make this happen on your own terms.
“Clark,” You said shakily. You kept the last shred of courage you had and maintained eye contact with him. “If you want to kiss me, you can.”
Clark hardly let you finish your sentence before he gave you a deep kiss, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. You gasped at his intensity, closing your eyes as you let him kiss you breathless. The second kiss was sweeter, softer. You could feel his restraint as he slowed down, groaning lowly against your lips. He was desperate to ravage you, but he was willing to go at your speed. That had to count for something, right?
Bruce’s hand stopped pumping and grabbed yours, replacing it on Clark’s hardness. Clark whimpered against your lips, letting out a breathy gasp. He moaned out your name lowly, shutting his eyes again.
Your movements were stiff and awkward, clearly unused to the motions. Clark didn’t seem to hold it against you.
“Honey, ah!” Clark breathed out, gritting his teeth when you started moving your hand. “Making me feel so good.”
Bruce’s hand slipped over your underwear, pressing his index finger against your wetness.
“‘Course you’re not afraid,” Bruce mused, sliding his hand under the elastic band. “How are we supposed to trust what you say when your body is willing to tell us the truth?”
Bruce’s middle finger brushed against your clit, causing you to tense your hips and flinch. You whined into Clark’s mouth, gasping when you felt his tongue brush against yours. Bruce’s hand on your neck kept you in place when you tried to move your head back.
“Relax,” Bruce instructed softly. “Just open up.”
You whined again, turning your head to the side. This was happening too fast; you weren’t prepared to deal with both of them for your first time. Clark’s kisses had left you lightheaded and malleable, slowly kissing away your doubts with each pass of his lips. They could twist your words, but you refused to let them twist your judgment.
You pushed your hands against Clark’s chest and broke away for a breath, starting to feel sobs bubbling in your throat. You tried to suck in a few deep breaths and take a beat, but Clark dove back in for a wet kiss to your trembling lips, letting his tongue swipe against you again.
You pulled your hands away from Clark and sat up quickly away from them, frantically breathing and pushing your hair away from your face. Tears were welling in your eyes as you let out hiccuping breaths.
Bruce was quick to sit behind you, locking you in place between his legs. He placed his hands on your shoulder and brushed some hair behind your ear. Clark sat up in front of you, cupping your face with one hand and placing the other over your heart.
Bruce rubbed soothing circles into your shoulders as you breathed with Clark. Some stray tears had fallen, and Clark was quick to kiss them away.
“Deep breaths,” Bruce said softly. “Just like that.”
Your hyperventilation had slowed to slow, hiccuping breaths as they soothed you.
“I-I don’t think I’m ready for this.” You whimpered.
“You were doing so well.” Bruce praised, letting his hand rub over your shoulder blades.
You shook your head, closing your eyes and resting against Clark’s chest.
“Talk to us,” Clark said, pulling you in close to lay your ear over his heart. “Did it not feel good?”
Bruce petted a hand over your head as you hid your face in Clark, still taking shuddering breaths.
“I don't want to do this.” You mumbled. A desperate Hail Mary.
“Oh, honey,” Clark sighed. “We all know that's not true.”
“You were so wet when you watched us,” Bruce whispered in your ear. “You liked it. There’s no use in denying it.”
Your heart fell just as far as it did the first time Bruce told you that you weren’t going to leave the manor. It was something that was not up for discussion. Tears threatened to spill again.
“What’s really going on?” Clark implored, resting his cheek against your hair.
Honesty might save you for once if they believed it was the truth.
“It was just moving too fast,” You let out with shuddering breaths. “Bruce held my head down and-”
Bruce shushed you again, not wanting you to work yourself up a second time.
“Okay,” He whispered against your hair, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.
“Our poor girl,” Clark sighed. “We scared you, didn’t we?”
You shook your head against Bruce’s hand, letting out a sigh of defeat. Something about admitting your fear enticed them, and you refused to play into their hand. Not going through with this was off the table; you were certain about that now. You knew they were patient men; they were willing to take it at your speed. Did you really want to escalate it further? Were you willing to see how long their patience would last?
“You’ve barely given it a chance,” Bruce said, letting his hand rub over your shoulder blades. “Don’t worry about us. Just lie back, we’ll take good care of you.”
“Let’s try again,” Clark hummed in agreement and whispered close to you, “No more tears in those pretty eyes, ‘kay?”
You nodded again and sat up between them, using the heel of your palms to wipe the last of your tears away. You bit back another shuddering breath, holding onto Clark’s hand on your chest. You could do this…right? You could do it unsure, you could do it nervously, you could do it scared. You could do this if it meant they didn’t have to hold you down to get it done.
Clark’s hand on your cheek caressed your face and settled on your chin, resting it between his thumb and index finger. He smiled at you with an unmistakably sharp look in his eyes. He’s pleased you’re willing, but you know that if you weren’t, it wouldn’t have made much difference to him. His thumb stroked over your chin as he tilted it up to look at him. He shared a brief look with Bruce before leaning down to kiss your still-wet eye.
Bruce’s hand slid down from your back and settled on your hip as he kissed the back of your neck. Clark closed his eyes and leaned in for another kiss. You held your breath as he kissed you chastely, sweeter and slower than the other kisses. He kissed you as if it were the tender love and care you so desperately needed. He peeked at you through his eyelashes, seeing that you had closed your eyes too and were letting out slow, deep breaths.
“Good girl,” Bruce murmured against your neck, kissing the skin softly there. “Keep breathing just like that. It’ll help you.”
Bruce’s hand slid over your hip fully and dipped between your legs. You gasped softly in Clark’s mouth and curled your fingers slightly against his chest. Clark’s lips twitched slightly in restraint, continuing to lay kisses on the bottom lip of your parted mouth. Bruce’s hand cupped you entirely, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit. Your hips jerked away from his hand, but Bruce’s straddling you from behind kept you in place. Even the pressure from his palm was too much for you; every touch against your skin left electricity in its wake. No matter how shameful it felt to admit, you knew you wouldn’t last long against them.
“Shh,” He soothed, kissing under your ear. “You’re okay. Just let us make you feel good.”
“He’ll make all your worries melt away, you’ll see.” Clark hummed in agreement against your lips. “Don’t be difficult, now.”
Bruce’s hand continued to grind into you as you let out a soft whine. Toys had never even felt as good as Bruce’s teasing. You were ashamed to feel as good as you did. Your hand flew up to your mouth, making him press his hand down even harder. Clark took it away and held both your wrists against him.
“None of that,” Clark scolded and pressed your hands back on his chest. “You let us hear that pretty voice loud and proud.”
“Trust me, lovely.” Bruce chuckled, putting his hand into your wet panties. “Clark would be too happy to make you really scream for us. He’s like a dog with a bone when it comes to you.”
“Woof.” Clark teased in a low voice.
Bruce’s finger slowly circled your clit as you bit back a moan. Clark took your swollen lip from under your teeth and put it between his own, sucking gently when you moaned again. Bruce’s movements were slow and teasing, giving you just enough to feel the tingle in your spine but not enough to get you anywhere.
Clark swiped his tongue over your lip before sealing your lips in a hot kiss. You whined into his mouth, grateful for the way his tongue muffled your pathetic sounds. You relaxed your hips against Bruce and flattened your palms shakily against Clark’s chest. They were trying to keep the mood light, ease the tension from your hunched shoulders and arched hips. The least you could do for yourself was return the favor.
Bruce’s kisses became wetter as he sucked and nibbled on your collarbone, leaving tender marks in his wake. His fingers slipped down to tease the wetness between your folds, stroking gently. You sighed into Clark’s mouth and forced yourself to rest in the palm on your cheek. Clark was right, if you really got yourself to relax, you could forget yourself for just a moment. Forget your circumstances, forget that you don’t have a say in your own life anymore.
You could forget all that for now, but you knew better. Tomorrow is a different story. You’ll try to forget how good Bruce’s fingers were at making you feel pleasure you didn’t even know was possible. You’ll try to forget how dizzying Clark’s kisses were. You’ll try to forget how addicting their devotion and desire were in your isolation.
Clark’s free hand slipped in your panties over Bruce’s, toying his middle finger through your folds before dipping into you. You cried out softly as he did, earning pleased groans from both men. The two of them shared a look over your shoulder before kissing each other next to your ear. It was heated and messy, causing heat to pool in your stomach at their pleased sounds.
Your back arched away from Bruce as Clark curled his finger inside of you, making a slow inching motion. Your legs began to tremble as they squeezed shut around Clark’s thigh. You bit back another moan as you pressed your back to Bruce’s chest. Clark was reaching places you never even dreamed of, dragging out pleasure you didn’t even know was possible with each curl. You were close already. Clark let out a low sound when you clenched around him, and Bruce hummed in kind.
“Eager little thing,” He cooed, pressing his forehead against yours and staring at your wide eyes. “Feeling good so good, aren’t you?”
You yelped in pleasure when Bruce gently pinched your clit and rolled it between his fingers. Clark’s finger pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, keeping a curling motion as he dragged them against your walls. You couldn’t even think to hold back your moans anymore as you writhed between them.
“I think she’s close.” Bruce teased with a smirk, looking at Clark. Your hips just against their fingers as you whined. “And she said she didn’t want this.”
Bruce tilted your head back by your chin and kissed you deeply, drinking in the soft sighs and whines you let out. Your hips rut in between them, caught in a dance between Bruce’s caresses and Clark’s pumping. He broke the kiss off and looked down at you through heavy eyelids, cooing when you let out a soft whimper. Your eyes screwed shut as the pleasure began to override you, making you moan shamelessly.
“That’s it,” Clark urged. “Good girl, let it out.”
You wailed and let out a loud cry as your body tensed, shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. Bruce let out a pleased groan as you collapsed against him, riding out the waves of pleasure as they whispered sweet nothings to you. Clark’s lips quirked as he felt you squeeze tightly around his fingers. They guided you through it, only stopping their motions when you whimpered and shook in overstimulation.
A stray tear had fallen down your cheek as you opened your eyes to look up at Bruce. He was still looking right back at you, pressing a sweet kiss to your trembling lips. You kissed back, whining when he pulled away. The haze of your satisfaction had your wires crossed. Your afterglow had you feeling a sense of peace you didn’t even know you could get back.
“Well done, love.” He praised, pulling his hand out of your panties.
Bruce raised his fingers to Clark’s lips, moving them slowly in and out of his mouth as he sucked greedily. Clark pulled his finger out of you and raised it up to Bruce’s lips, pumping it slowly out of his mouth. You watched as you tried to catch your breath, letting out little whimpers as you adjusted your posture.
The reality of your situation was starting to trickle back in as the two of them parted above you. It was a fool’s errand to believe you had any power over the situation. You handed yourself over as soon as they asked you. You let your inhibitions get lost in their twisted sense of affection and care. Worst of all, you liked it. You liked forgetting the circumstances that led to the current entanglement. You liked forgetting that they weren’t your lovers by choice. You liked forgetting that you were all but held down to get here.
Bruce smoothed his hands over your tensing shoulders and moved you to lie with him. He propped himself up against the headboard again and shimmied you up to lie on his chest with your back to him. Clark crawled in between your legs, staring up at you with an easy smile.
“Absolutely soaked for us,” He murmured, placing a wet kiss over your belly button. “Tasted so good on Bruce’s fingers.”
Clark worked you out of your panties and tossed them off the side of the bed. You shifted anxiously against Bruce, who held you in place with a warm hand on your chest. Clark kicked his own boxers off, leaving both you and him fully naked.
“You’re doing so well, beautiful,” Bruce whispered in encouragement, kissing your ear gently. “Don’t stop now.”
Clark hiked your knees over his shoulders as he settled between yours and Bruce’s legs. You shifted nervously again, gasping when he blew cold air over your wetness. You were hardly ready to go all the way; you only hoped they felt the same way. He chuckled as he placed wet kisses trailing down your right thigh, caressing your thighs as they rested on his shoulders.
“Don’t tease her, Clark,” Bruce chuckled. “She’s been so good for us. Doesn’t she deserve her reward?”
Bruce hooked his arms under your knees and pressed your legs up to your chest. He tucked you close to him, folding you up as much as he could. You gasped, feeling your flush and shame come back twice fold at your absolute exposure. They were more than eager to prepare you for them, which you could feel immensely grateful for. You just hated that it cost you more of your dignity that you thought was all but gone.
Clark’s warm hands gripped your ass and squeezed gently before he spread you open. He looked up at you as he placed a small kiss over your clit, making you whimper and gasp from the sensitivity. You squirmed as you looked down at Clark, who looked you straight in the eye as he laid a wet kiss with his tongue against the nub. You gasped softly again as his tongue took a long, slow swipe up your wet folds.
Clark hummed against you as he took your clit in his mouth and began to suck gently, shaking his head. You whined as his entire mouth enveloped you, becoming more feverish in his movements the louder you became. He was moving against you like a man who had been starved of you his entire life.
Your hands flew down to the curly locks tussling between your legs and threaded your fingers through them. Clark moaned in response, pushing his tongue in deeper into you and letting his canines scrape against you gently. You cried out and pulled at his hair, trying to pull him off of you. Your thighs started to shake in overstimulation as you felt Clark growl against you.
“Clark!” You yelped, trying to buck your hips away from him.
Bruce held you firmly in place as you struggled in their hold.
“He’s good with his mouth, isn’t he?” Bruce murmured against your temple. “Like I said, a dog with his favorite bone.”
Clark nodded, suckling on your clit as he slowly inched a finger back into you. You gasped breathlessly and went limp against Bruce’s chest, feeling the pleasure start to become borderline painful as Clark added a second finger and curled them both. You clenched tightly around them as he began to pump them in and out of you.
“No,” You whined pathetically, feeling the noise rise again in your throat as you shook your head. “I’m gonna come again.”
“That’s okay,” Bruce said. “You can come as many times as you want.”
Clark was spurred by your begging and continued in his ministrations, letting out a low moan as he rocked his hips against the bed. You tugged at his hair again, but he paid you no mind as he steadfastly brought you closer to your second orgasm. You could do nothing but whine and cry out against Bruce’s chest, feeling tears prick your eyes. You let out a loud, warbling cry as you came against Clark’s face, feeling your body practically white out with the pleasure ripping through you. You shook violently in Bruce’s arms as you let out a heaving, whining sob, letting a few stray tears fall.
You continued to clench around nothing when Clark pulled his fingers out, and your thighs twitched through the aftershocks of your pleasure. Clark placed one final kiss on your wetness before sitting up between your legs. Bruce set your legs back down over his and straddled Clark’s thighs. You shut your eyes and let out heaving breaths as you whispered a curse to yourself.
“You’re lucky,” Bruce chuckled deeply. “He let you off easy today.”
Clark kissed your trembling lips deeply, slipping his tongue between your lips as you gasped softly. You tasted yourself on his tongue as you let out a low whimper. Clark moaned in kind, nipping at your lips softly when he pulled away.
“All right, that’s enough,” Bruce teased, pushing against Clark’s chest. “You’ve been greedy enough for one evening.”
Clark kissed you sweetly one last time before switching positions with Bruce, handling you gently as they passed you off. You were placed in Clark’s lap, back pressed flush to his chest. Your legs were spread again, far less so than before. Your feet sat on the outside of Clark’s knees as you settled against his chest. You watched as Bruce took off his boxers and sat between your legs, completely bare.
Your eyes trailed his body as you looked over his scars, some familiar and some new to you. Seeing them up close and uncovered made you realize just how many of them there were. You reached a shaky hand out to his chest as he moved closer between your legs. The scar just below his heart was cut deep; the healed tissue was raised and uneven. It’s unimaginable to consider what the two of them have survived.
You stood absolutely no chance against them unless they wanted you to. It would only take seconds for Bruce to pin you down in an inescapable hold. Clark wouldn’t have to try to catch any sudden movements you threw at him. They didn’t even need each other to ensure your complete physical submission. Your pleasure overtook you because they wanted you to have it. Your consent was manufactured because they wanted you to believe it. They gain nothing from your approval, yet demand it anyway.
When Bruce finally kissed you, you kissed him back. You felt the chap of his lips, the scars from all the times they got busted by a lucky shot. You placed a small kiss over the scar on his cupid’s bow, taking in his pleased hum as he kissed you deeply in response. Maybe they would let you off easy tonight. Maybe they’ve had their fill of you for one evening.
Bruce’s finger ghosted over your folds, and you jolted in oversensitivity, clenching down around nothing. He parted from you, licking his lips.
“You ready?” He asked sincerely, caressing your inner thighs with his rough hands.
You would never be ready. Ready wasn’t a feeling; ready was an action. You trembled slightly with anticipation and nerves, only growing more riled up as Clark gently rubbed your waist. Tears threatened to prick your eyes again as you blinked them away and looked back up at the canopy. There was a slight gold reflex to the green that you hadn’t noticed earlier. The sooner this was over, the sooner you could stop pretending to want this. You swallowed and looked at Bruce, willing yourself to relax.
You needed to choose to be ready before they decided for you.
Bruce shifted his hips closer to yours, thumbing your clit gently as he pressed his thighs against the back of yours. Clark reached over and stroked Bruce slowly, grinning as he groaned lowly. His other hand caressed your midriff, letting his palm spread warmth over you. You felt him rub his tip against your wetness, and your hips tensed up again. Bruce’s hands held your waist as Clark helped line him up. Your right hand shakily gripped Bruce’s wrist, making him look up at you.
“Bruce,” You pleaded softly through trembling lips. “I’m scared.”
“I’ll be gentle,” Bruce promised, placing his hand on yours and rubbing his thumb soothingly over your knuckles. “Do you want to hold my hand?”
A tear falls down your cheek as you nod and shut your eyes. Bruce’s fingers lace with yours as you squeeze tightly, still shaking. He pecked a kiss to the back of your hand and pressed it into the bed.
“Don’t you worry, honey,” Clark whispered sweetly in your ear, holding your other hand. “Bruce is going to take good care of you.”
Bruce used his free hand to give himself one more pump before pressing his tip into you, catching it on your hole as he slowly inched in. You clenched harshly around him as he slid in, adjusting to his size. Ragged breaths made your chest heave sharply as your whole body tensed in anticipation.
“Shit,” Bruce hissed through his teeth, stopping about halfway. “Squeezing me like this is only going to make it harder.”
Clark pet over your stomach, gently pushing your arching back down onto the bed and forcing you to relax the tension in your hips and waist.
“Just relax,” Clark coaxed. “Be good and let him in.”
You forced yourself to relax your thighs, opting to carry all the tension in your shoulders instead. Bruce sighed in relief and continued despite your whimpering whines. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever experienced, even with Clark’s fingers earlier. Clark shushed you softly and kissed your temple, murmuring praise.
“That’s it,” Clark praised. “Good girl. Just like that.”
Bruce groaned and clenched his teeth, squeezing your hand slightly as he bottomed out. You let out the breath you held in and squeezed his hand fiercely in return. You involuntarily clenched around him as he stilled in you. He cursed harshly under his breath. His hips trembled in restraint against yours.
The stretch was uncomfortable, almost bordering on painful. The fullness was something else entirely. He was consuming your entire being. He was the sweat on your brow, the nerves in your mind, the pleasure pooling in your gut. He was filling you in places you didn’t even know existed. He was taking the last piece of yourself that wasn’t already declared his.
“Taking me so well,” Bruce muttered, resting his forehead on yours. “Absolutely perfect for me.”
Clark pressed his hand on your stomach, and you whined, gasping at the pressure. He took your left hand and placed it next to his right on your stomach, stroking the back of your palm gently.
“You feel him here?” Clark said softly. “So deep. He feels so good, doesn’t he?”
Clark interlaced his fingers over yours, continuing the pressure. His right hand moved down between your legs and began to slowly circle your clit with his middle finger. Bruce let go of your hand briefly to hook your right leg under his left arm, pressing it up to your chest as he reached back down. He interlaced your fingers with his as he pressed his hips flush to yours, not leaving any gap between the two of you.
Your mouth was agape as you let a breathless cry, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of you. A few more tears fell down your face as Bruce pressed himself into you, groaning into the crook of your shoulder as he did. Your back was flush to Clark’s chest, feeling his hardness rut against you as he moved his hips slowly.
Sweat trailed down your back onto Clark’s stomach as you squeezed Bruce’s hand again. You blinked away more tears and took a big breath, trying to catch your bearings. Being between both of them was beyond overwhelming.
“Good girl,” Bruce praised, laying a needy kiss on your shoulder. “Keep breathing just like that. We’ve got you.”
Bruce’s hips slowly rolled back, dragging himself out of you. He was just shy of his tip coming out before he rolled his hips forward in a single, swift motion to plunge himself all the way back in. You gasped and held your breath again, only exhaling when you could no longer hold in your unabashed moan. You were too overwhelmed to give a second thought to any embarrassment you could think to muster.
“Tell him just how good you’re feeling,” Clark whispered into your ear, moaning with another jerk of his hips.
“It’s too much, I can’t,” you blubbered out. “I can’t take it.”
“You can,” Bruce grunted. “And you will.”
Bruce ground his hips slowly in a circle, pressing you further into Clark. The overstimulation and fullness were bringing your buried emotions to the forefront. A whimpering cry caught itself in your throat as you screwed your eyes shut. Tears fell down your scrunched face when Bruce pulled himself out slowly again. The slow drag of his head against your tensed walls had your toes curling as hard as they could.
Bruce panted and swallowed close to your ear, letting out a grunt as he pushed his hips back in. His thighs flexed against yours as he started to pump in and out of you at a slow, steady rhythm. Your nails dug into Bruce’s hand, hard enough to scratch and draw blood.
Bruce brought your entwined hands up to his mouth for a brief kiss over your knuckles.
“Gonna give me some battle scars of your own?” He teased breathily.
As Bruce’s hips rocked the pair of you, Clark slid his hardness between the small of your back and your tailbone. The sweat of your back slickened him enough to sigh in your ear and kiss behind it wetly. More tears fell as Clark’s finger began to circle you faster and his hips rutted against you in tandem with Bruce’s. The shame and pleasure were bringing you close to sobbing again, making your feelings grow with each rise and fall of your heaving chest. Exhaustion crept in where excitement should be. You could only pray they would take their pleasure quickly. You refused to give yours up for a third time.
You kept your eyes shut as you heard Clark and Bruce exchange a few more kisses with each other before moving onto you. Bruce kissed your wet cheeks tenderly, whispering assuringly to you as he did. Clark pressed his face into your shoulder, speeding his pace up as he shook your entire body with his strokes. He left wet kisses on your damp skin, letting them muffle his moans.
Clark groaned your name loudly as his hips flexed and tensed there, spilling himself all over your back. He bit gently into your shoulder as he rode out his aftershocks, licking over the tender mark. He was quicker to go than Bruce from his previous teasing, you assumed. You tried not to notice him rutting into the bed when he was between your legs, letting his obsession with you alone do him in.
“Usually have better manners than this,” He exhaled in your ear, nuzzling his cheek into yours. “But I just had to get back to you.”
He had two fingers circling your clit now, pressing down harder as Bruce increased his speed. You shivered in mild disgust and arousal as you felt his spend start to drip down your back. Bruce was not far behind him as you opened your watery eyes to see him staring back down at you. His face was uncharacteristically flushed, and sweat was beading around his temples. He leaned down to give you a deep kiss on your mouth, moaning into your mouth in return.
Your cunt clenched down on him again as you felt the pleasure building in your core again.
“Close again?” He smirked through his heavy pants. “We’ll have to build your stamina up.”
You whined and shook your head, letting the sobs bubble up again. You didn’t want your pleasure to be wrought from their insatiability again. Their obsession with your complete ownership had delved all the way down to enacting their will over even your most basic bodily functions. They shared a displeased look over your shoulder, in silent agreement once again. It was never about you.
“You will come again,” Bruce commanded, squeezing your hand. “You deserve it, my love.”
Of course you did, that’s what this was all about in the end – what they think you deserve. Not what you wanted, not even what you needed, but what you deserved. You deserved their protection, you deserved their devotion, you deserved their delusions of grandeur. You deserved it so much that it never mattered what you thought about it.
Clark whispered encouragingly in your ear as Bruce slowed his pace, focusing on more powerful and targeted thrusts. He was going in as deep as he could, rolling his hips up into you. Your sobs were loud and unfettered as Clark shushed you softly. You shook your head again and again, whimpering out protests when the pleasure began to make you shake. There was practically no buildup this time. It hit you just like their love did, an impossible force that refused to be denied. It struck you all at once like they did, overtaking your entire being and holding you in the throes of its ecstasy.
You were fairly certain you lost consciousness for a moment as you rode out your orgasm, spasming violently around Bruce. Absolution filled your senses as you basked in the ignorance once again, letting go of your circumstances for just a second more. The well-earned relief was short-lived as you felt Bruce pull out of you and finish himself off on your stomach. You barely registered he had done it as you finally let yourself go, giving into the fear you’ve felt the entire time. Your body shook as you sobbed harshly. You didn’t even care if they were a witness to it anymore; you couldn’t refuse yourself any longer.
They maneuvered you slowly, allowing your body to rest naturally on the bed between them. Bruce kissed you and pulled you close to him, laying you face down on his chest. He rested against the sheets on his back, petting your hair as you wailed into his chest. The situation had fully crashed down on you, filling you with horrible shame and anger. You let them talk you into willingly betraying yourself, into believing this sham of an intimate evening. You tried to forget them in the apex of your pleasure, but they were waiting there for you, too. There was nowhere to hide from them, not even in yourself anymore.
Your cries had fizzled out in sniffles quickly as exhaustion moved into you once more. The edges of reality blurred as you opened your eyes wearily. The sight of the room was a haze, some far-off place that felt more like a dungeon than a castle with each passing minute. Their voices were a blur as you settled against Bruce, still shaking from the shock of it all. You hadn’t noticed Clark had left the bed, but he returned with a warm washcloth. His movements were gentle and tender as he physically cleaned you of themselves. You weren’t sure you’d ever be able to wash yourself of your own sins, not with all the tears you knew had left to be shed.
Clark settled beside you and kissed your cheek, prompting you to close your eyes again. Their conversation was muffled, like you were listening to them speak through a wall. Bruce said something about Alfred bringing dinner up to the bedroom instead of taking it formally like date night would demand. Their voices faded the more you relaxed into their comforting touches.
You could tell they were speaking to you, but it wasn’t real. None of this was real. The feeling of their lips on your skin, the softness of the sheets, the pit of despair deep in your heart. It would all melt away if you weren’t keen to their reality. You let yourself drift off on Bruce’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as you hoped to free yourself from them in your dreams.
You are walking through the woods near his home when he flies up behind you, grabbing you and pulling you back to his home.
He doesn't take his time, ripping your clothes off of you. He rubs your clit, holding you down until it's too much for you. After he makes you come, he flips you around.
He positions you to stick your ass in the air, pushing your head into his nest. He doesn't give you any time to adjust, lining himself up with you. He thrusts himself into you, his hips moving at an unimaginable speed. You can't react, other than lying there and taking it all.
"I can't believe a human walked into my territory while I'm rutting. This must be fate. You'll be my little mate.” He thrusts into you harder now, movement becoming more frantic and sloppy.
“We’ll have so many kits soon. Your stomach will swell with them, and you'll be asking to do this every night soon.” He puts more weight on you, his arms on either side of you, trapping you in.
With one last thrust, he pushes himself into you hard, his cock pulsing as he comes. His whole body shakes slightly as he comes down from his high. He pulls himself out of you, his erect cock hitting his gray fur.
Your pussy throbs from being used, his semen leaking out of it. He notices this and pushes his fingers inside of you, encouraging it back in. “You will have my kits, mate. Sooner or later.”
Tw. Noncon/Dubcon, kidnapping, invasion of privacy, fisting, yandere
Yandere Nerd who fucks you so frequently in so many different ways that he jokingly starts to collect data on it.
"You've cum 23 times this week without penetration. We can definitely raise that by this time next!"
He keeps neatly color coordinated graphs and charts of the amount of times you'd had sex with him, how many times you came, what different types of toys and kinks you seemed to like the most, and more. He'd write thousand word research essays on the topic while fucking your face under the table. He'd look down through fogged glasses and make sure you'd swallow before he got the motivation to continue on for the next few pages.
It's almost impressive how well organized he keeps track of everything.
Yandere Nerd who explains what he's working on like he's talking to a dumb dog.
"You see, it's quite interesting to find that there's no significant difference between how much you cum from when I spank you versus no spanking when I play with your ass. I think we need to repeat this at least 30 times each to see if there's any further development."
You never imagined that dirty talk could be so dull. Though, he probably wasn't trying to turn you on using anything other than brute force, sheer, will, and a closet worth of sex toys.
Yandere Nerd who likes to stretch you out on increasingly bigger and bigger toys.
His cock definitely is not the size of his fucking arm, but it's not even about his pleasure at this point. He just likes seeing you all whiny and sobbing while begging him to take his fist out of your poor, abused hole. He won't listen at all! How mean :( . In fact, he'd probably measure how large your stretched out entrance gapes after every session and then time how long it would take for your quivering form to go somewhat back to normal.
Yandere Nerd while, mid fuck, suddenly decides to share the good news with you.
"The paper I wrote on you got accepted into a journal!"
How that fucking happened, you don't know, but all of a sudden detailed descriptions of how often you cum on a daily basis were suddenly up for anyone to see. You ended up crying when you read the journal, too humiliated to feel anything but anger and utter embarrassment. He rubs soothing circles into your back while trying to comfort you, but he's not exactly slick with the way he's pulling out his camera to record your reaction.
What!? This is valid data! Now if you're going to be the subject of further studies, then you have to be at least a little bit more cooperative with him, okay?
Summary: When you visit the DAA and pretend to be Caleb’s girlfriend, he gets a taste of what he has wanted all his life and he won’t stop with just a taste.
warnings: pseudo incest HEAVY, noncon, sickfic, dead dove do not eat, caleb is crazy and manipulative, mc thinks it’s all her fault, cries a lot, dom!caleb, titty sucking, cunnilingus, PIV sex, creampie, allusions to babytrapping, inappropriate use of evol
When Caleb asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend so he can fend off his horde of admirers at the DAA, you didn’t bat an eye. Caleb always had admirers and now that his college peers don’t know you’re his sister, you can successfully take on the role of girlfriend and fool them into giving Caleb the peaceful semester he wants. After all, a clingy and jealous girlfriend was a much better deterrent than a clingy and jealous younger sister.
But the amount of people vying for Caleb’s attention has increased ten-fold since you were in middle school. After all, Caleb was a talented pilot, a star athlete, an intelligent student, and a very attractive guy—he was the whole package as everyone at the DAA was so eager to tell you.
So in order to really sell the lie, you had to go the extra mile, at least according to Caleb. That’s why for the whole day, you were pressed to his side, his arm around you, your fingers intertwined.
“We have to pretend to be in love for this to work, pipsqueak.” He had whispered in your ear when you had tensed up the first time he did it. But his usual playful voice put you at ease.
Yeah, he was just trying to sell the ruse. It would be pointless if people weren't convinced, right? So you loosened up and leaned into him the same way you had done countless times before, only this time it was in front of an audience.
What you hadn't done before, though, was kiss. But that was needed to sell the lie too, wasn't it? After all, what kind of boyfriend doesn't kiss his girlfriend when he wins the big game?
And that’s exactly what happened. You were at Caleb’s basketball game, playing the role of the cheerleader girlfriend, perched courtside in his jersey, shouting praises for him over the crowd.
Caleb was amazing as always, the undisputed star of the game, his movements were quick and graceful as he dribbled, jumped, and sank shot after shot, bringing the win home for his team with such ease it had the crowd erupting with cheers for him. When the buzzer signaled the end of the game, his teammates swarmed him on the court, congratulating him with slaps on the back and hearty hugs, once again singing their praises for him.
He returned a few handshakes and quick embraces, but Caleb’s eyes quickly found you, and that was the one thing that never changed, whether you were his sister or his girlfriend. He broke out into a huge smile as your gazes met, and he jogged towards you, chest heaving and skin glistening.
To everyone at the stadium, he must’ve looked like a demigod—a powerful young man filled with vigor and talent. But to you he was just your Caleb, your older brother, rushing to share his triumphs with you because otherwise it would have been joyless.
You had smiled brightly at him, holding out the towel and water bottle as you always did, a ritual you’d become familiar with from years of sibling support. But the words that came out of his mouth weren't the ones you were used to—not exactly.
"That was for you, baby." He had said loudly, his voice carrying over the cheers, and he ignored your offerings entirely, his hands instead cupping your face and bringing it towards him, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss.
A kiss. Caleb had kissed you. Your brother had kissed you in front of a stadium full of people, and you could do nothing but stand still and let him do it. You didn't want to ruin the ruse so publicly, not with the crowd watching, their cheers turning to whistles and catcalls.
The kiss wasn’t scandalous by any means, but it wasn’t chaste either. Not what you imagined your first kiss to be. It wasn’t slow and hesitant like you imagined. No, it was eager, firm, inescapable—probably exactly how a triumphant boyfriend high off his impressive win would kiss his loving girlfriend… but not how a brother should ever celebrate with his sister.
That kiss had tilted your world sideways, leaving you confused and disoriented, but when Caleb finally pulled away, having stolen all the air in your lungs, he just laughed, his eyes gleaming and his face joyous, as if he had actually forgotten what you were for a moment and believed you were really his girlfriend.
His teammates had yanked him away before you could muster a single word, not that your scrambled brain could’ve formed any coherent ones. You stood there, frozen courtside, lips tingling and swollen, staring after your brother as he was swallowed by the celebratory huddle. Despite your ears ringing, it still couldn't drown out the mutters rising from the crowd behind you.
"Is that his girlfriend?"
"They look cute together."
"Aw, they must be in love."
“How did she snag him?”
"Lucky bitch."
Caleb was right. It worked. That’s why he did it. It was all for the ruse. That’s it. No need to overthink it.
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You didn’t feel up to going out for drinks with Caleb’s teammates later that day, the idea of more pretense, more touching, more kissing, made your stomach churn. But all his teammates' girlfriends were going to be there and if you ditch him so soon then people might get suspicious. After all, you were only in Skyhaven to visit him and support him so why would you let him go alone to the afterparty?
The booth you were all seated in was cramped, a dozen bodies squeezed together in a tangle of laughter and booze… and it was normal, perfectly normal, that you ended up seated in Caleb's lap.
You'd done it countless times before so it wasn’t the intimacy that was making you uneasy this time or sending prickles of anxiety across your skin. No, it was Caleb's lips brushing the curve of your neck, warm and incessant, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered, "Loosen up, pipsqueak. You're making it look like you're my hostage instead of my girlfriend." He gave you that easy chuckle you knew so well, but underneath it lurked a darker note that put you on edge.
It scared you a little because you didn’t understand where it was coming from, but you couldn’t run from it or even question it, not without ruining everything for Caleb, and you wouldn’t do that to him.
And so you had settled more fully in his lap, your back pressed to his chest, the heat of his body burning through you. His hands, large and calloused, roamed up and down your sides, fingers splaying over your ribs, dipping dangerously close to the swell of your breasts before retreating. Each stroke pulled at your sanity, making you unravel.
It’s okay. This is all for show. You just have to stay still and let him do what he needs to do. He has done so much for you growing up, he has given you everything you ever asked for, spoiled you to no end, the least you could do is trust him. Your brother would never hurt you.
His friends teased him relentlessly, their voices slurred with alcohol and friendly banter. "Look at you two, all lovey-dovey. Can't keep your hands off her, huh, Caleb?" One laughed, raising his glass in a mock toast.
Another chimed in, "Now I get why Caleb was never interested in any of the girls here. Man, you're whipped. She's got you wrapped around her finger."
Caleb chuckled against your skin, his lips pressing a feather-light kiss to your pulse point, but his grip tightened, fingers digging into your flesh. "What can I say? She's irresistible." He murmured, turning your head towards him and kissed you in front of everyone once again.
This kiss was deeper, more hungry, more reckless. His tongue pressed into your mouth, and you could taste the beer on him. That must be why he’s being like this. He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. It’s okay. You won’t embarrass him.
"Get a room, you two." One of his teammates groaned teasingly, and the others joined in with their own laughter. It was all so normal to them. You and Caleb were a couple in love, of course you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each other.
They didn’t know he was your brother. They didn’t know how wrong this was. And they can’t know. It would ruin Caleb’s future. You had to be a good sister and protect his secret in his moment of weakness. You’re sure tomorrow he’ll feel terrible about all of this. He would cry and beg for your forgiveness and you’d call him silly and say it’s all forgotten.
You repeat that mantra in your head over and over again, trying to keep yourself calm, trying not to burst into tears in front of his friends… but when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, when you felt the hardness in his pants against your core, you suddenly couldn’t breathe.
"Caleb!" You shouted, pushing him back and breaking the kiss.
The outburst startled everyone at the table, including Caleb. He looks at you warily, as if he’s waiting to see if you’ll expose the whole thing. You throw a furtive glance around, and see that everyone is looking at you, waiting for an explanation for your sudden outburst.
You could stop it all now. But you couldn’t do this to Caleb.
Forcing a smile, you reach out to stroke his chest clumsily, acting like you’re drunker than you were. "I want to dance."You whined cutely, batting your lashes in exaggerated playfulness, your fingers playing with the dogtag you had gifted him when he was accepted into the DAA. "Can we dance? Please?"
He relaxed then, his face breaking out into that devastating smile of his, the smile that could lead you to ruin. He pulled you up from his lap effortlessly. "Anything for you, baby."
He leads you to the dance floor, where you had thought you might get a bit of reprieve from the acting that was way more intense and methodical than you ever imagined it would be. But on the dancefloor, Caleb is even closer to you, pressing his body against yours, the song playing at the moment giving him the perfect opportunity to keep you close.
His hands guide your hips as he moves you both to the sultry song blaring from the speakers. His head dips down, lips brushing your ear before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just enough to leave a mark.
"They're watching, pipsqueak." He admonishes sliding his hands down to cup your ass, moving you more sensually against him, and you’re sure to everyone else you look like a horny couple dry humping on the dancefloor. "You have to sell them on your performance of the smitten girlfriend."
And again you let him dictate your actions. You try not to think of what you’re doing too much. You’ve danced with Caleb before. You’ve only really danced with Caleb. No other boys dared approach you when they knew he was your big brother.
See, even though Caleb had many public admirers, your own admirers stayed secret, none of them daring to cross your protective older brother.
But like everything today, this dance was a twisted version of something you had been so used to. He has never danced like this with you before, and you certainly never felt this part of him pressed against your hip when he had danced with you at prom.
You try to keep calm. This would all be over soon, you tell yourself, clinging to the thought like a lifeline. After tonight’s performance, no one would question your identity as Caleb’s girlfriend. No one would dare bother him anymore and Caleb could finally go back to being your older brother. Just your brother.
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You were both drunk by the end of the night, the world a hazy blur of sights and sounds, Caleb more so than you with his flushed cheeks and loosened inhibitions. He would never do this to you if he wasn’t drunk. He just wasn’t aware of what he was doing.
Still his protectiveness shines through and he refuses to let you go home like this, drunk and vulnerable. Anyone could take advantage of you, he had said. Of course. Caleb is right. You’re safest with him. And you don’t have to worry about keeping on an act anymore. His friends are all gone now.
Well, except for Gideon—his best friend and dormmate. And you grow anxious at the thought that the ruse could continue. But when you step foot into the small dorm room, Gideon is nowhere to be seen.
"Where is Gideon?" You ask, looking around the room as if you would find him hidden in the closet or under the bed, unable to let your guard down just yet.
"He left for the night so I can spend more time with my girlfriend." Caleb laughed, kicking the door shut behind him and locking it with a soft click.
He goes to sit down on what you assumed was his bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, his long legs spread wide as he leans back on his arms, muscles flexing under his shirt. His gaze rakes over you slowly, from head to toe, eyes hooded, the strange darkness in them making you squirm. "Said he saw how much we missed each other and wanted to give us a night together to… catch up."
"Haha… very funny, Gege." You rolled your eyes, trying to play off your nervousness as sarcasm, but your heart was hammering in your chest and you were almost certain he could hear it even from over there.
Why was he still going with this? The audience is gone, the ruse is no longer necessary. Yet here he was, staring at you like he wanted to eat you up. "You've had your fun already."
But before you can step far away from him, his arm reaches forward with lightning speed, snatching your wrist and yanking you on top of him. You land on his lap, your thighs straddling his hips, the heat of his body searing through your clothes as his hands settle on your waist, holding you in place.
"Have I?" He murmurs, his voice dropping, his face inches from yours, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I think the fun is just starting."
His hand slides up your back, tangling in your hair to tilt your head, exposing your neck to him. The other hand dips lower, gripping your ass and pulling you down harder against him, letting you feel the full, throbbing length of his erection straining against his jeans—there was no denying it, what he wants.
“Caleb, stop messing around. Let me go so I can change and we can sleep.” You protest still, your voice full of exasperation and dread as you squirm in his lap.
“I don’t want to sleep.” He counters, his dark gaze dropping to your dress. “But I can help you take this off.”
Without waiting for permission, his fingers find the zipper at the back of your dress, the cool metal teeth parting as he tugs it down, exposing the bare skin of your back to the cold air, his touch burning you like a brand as he tries to peel the fabric away. Instinctively, your hands fly up to press the dress against your chest, desperately holding it in place. It’s flimsy and weak but it’s all you got.
“Caleb! What are you doing?” Your voice cracks with fear and shock.
“Helping my girlfriend out of her pretty little dress.” He replies easily, his breath hot against your collarbone as he leans in closer. “Did you wear a dress this short to make me happy… or angry?”
His hands slide to your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh where the hem rode up too high, exposing more skin than you'd intended. “When I said I wanted all eyes on us, I didn’t mean it like that.” There was a jealous edge to his words, one that shouldn’t be there but you can’t deny you were familiar with. Caleb was never shy about his possessiveness over you. All your life you had thought it was because of his protectiveness, but now you’re starting to think differently.
“Come on.” He continues, his voice dropping to a growl that makes goosebumps cover your skin. “Gideon left so I can have some alone time with my girlfriend. Don’t let his sacrifice go to waste.” His grin is playful, but his eyes hold no humor, only a hunger that is waiting to devour you.
“Caleb, you’re not funny.” You shoot back, still trying desperately to remain in denial, but even your words come out breathless, weakened by the way his hips shift under you, pressing his cock more insistently against your pussy through the thin layers of fabric.
“Do I look like I’m laughing, pipsqueak?” He asks, and you suck in a sharp breath as you meet his gaze—the intense, dark look in his eyes like a storm swallowing every hint of playfulness you’ve come to expect to see there. Something is wrong with Caleb. Your brother is not well. It’s the alcohol. It’s making him delirious.
“Caleb—” You try to speak some reason into him, but he doesn’t even let you finish your thought, his hands roaming higher up your body, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the dress.
He silences you with a kiss, fierce and demanding, his lips crashing against yours as his tongue forces itself into your mouth. And in that distracting moment, he seizes the opportunity, yanking your dress down your chest with a harsh tug, the fabric pooling at your waist and baring your breasts to the cool air—to him. You whimper, pulling back from the kiss, your nipples hardening instantly under his heated stare. Panic swells within you, and you try to scramble away, to put distance between you, but he holds you in place with a sudden surge of his Evol, pinning your hips to his, and your body arches against him involuntarily as his cock rubs against your clothed pussy..
“Don’t run away now, pips.” He growls, voice rough with need and eyes devouring the sight of you half-exposed and vulnerable in his lap. “You’re not going to leave your boyfriend all hard and needy, are you? That’s cruel.”
He dips his head down, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses across the swell of your chest. Each kiss is harsh and possessive—his lips suckling at your skin while his teeth leave stinging red parks across your sensitive flesh, burning you up despite your mind begging your body not to react.
How could you not? When his lips close around your nipple, drawing it into the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue rolling in slow, swirling motions around the hardening bud in a way that makes your back arch involuntarily, pushing more of your breast into his eager mouth.
His free hand claims your other breast, kneading it with firm strokes, his fingers splaying wide to cover the entire thing, his thumb circling the sensitive bud in lazy, maddening loops before pinching it sharply between his thumb and forefinger. The contrast of pain and pleasure rip a gasp from your throat, your body betraying you as a fresh wave of heat flooded between your thighs, your panties growing slick with arousal despite the whirlwind of shame and denial screaming at you in your mind.
Then he switches sides, his mouth latching onto the neglected nipple with equal hunger, sucking it deeply into his mouth while his now-wet fingers roll the other, slick with his saliva, amplifying every nerve ending until your breasts throb under his touch and you squirm restlessly in his lap.
The Caleb you'd known—the protective, older brother—fades further into darkness, devoured by this feral imitation of him that bears his eyes but possesses none of his warmth, its dark gaze flicking up to meet yours as he works you over, watching your reactions with a predatory delight. You whimper his name in vain, your hands tangling in his messed up hair.
But he doesn’t listen. And your body, your traitorous body, grinds against his hard cock, an unwelcome ache building unbearably in your belly.
“Caleb, please, please. You’re drunk.” You beg, your voice trembling with desperation, pathetic tears welling in your eyes as you clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. “Stop this now, and we can forget this whole thing happened—please, Caleb, just... I’ll pretend it was all the alcohol.”
You expect him to pull back at any moment now, to burst out laughing at your teary face and tease you about how much of a crybaby you still are. To reveal that this had all been a test to remind you that you still need your older brother to protect you and that none of this meant anything.
But instead he glares at you with a clarity you hadn’t expected from the drunk man. “No. I’m finally in my right mind.” His hands roam along your bare skin with possessiveness, tracing the curves he'd only ever touched in innocence before. “I got a taste of what I’ve wanted all my life, and I won’t let go again.”
In the blink of an eye, he has you pushed back onto the bed, this figure looming over you and blocking out whatever little light is in the room. Before you can argue with him or question him about what the hell he means, he grabs your dress from around your waist and yanks it down, pulling it along with your panties down your legs and off your body, leaving you bare.
Caleb's gaze rakes over you hungrily, wildly—from the swell of your breasts that are marked from his earlier kisses, to the quiver of your belly, down to the glistening folds between your legs.
You press your thighs together, trying to hide away from him but he doesn’t appreciate that. Grunting, he grabs your thighs, his calloused palms pushing them apart roughly, spreading you wide open for him before you feel the weight of his Evol taking over to keep you splayed apart while his hands start to roam.
“Fuck, pips.” He groans darkly, licking his lips as one of his fingers traces the slick seam of your entrance, gathering the evidence of your body's betrayal. “Look how wet you are for me. Dirty girl.”
“It’s not my fault.” You whimper, tears spilling over now, their hot tracks burning down your cheeks as shame makes your stomach churn, and yet your hips twitch involuntarily under his uninvited touch. “You were touching me all night... can’t help it.”
“Shhh, dumb baby.” He soothes, but his words reek of condescension as he leans down to hover just above your core, his breath fanning hotly against your sensitive pussy. “This is exactly why I need to protect you. Can't have you opening your legs for just anyone.”
His tongue darts out then, lapping at you with slow strokes that make stars burst behind your eyelids, the taste of you seeming to his satisfaction, if his deep groan of approval is any indication.
He doesn’t maintain his restraint for long however, quickly devolving into a wild animal as he eats you up. His lips suck greedily at your clit, his tongue flicking and swirling in messy patterns, slurping up your arousal like he was starving for it, the wet, obscene sounds echoing in the small dorm room. His saliva mixes with your juices, dripping down his chin as he eats you out sloppily, nipping every now and then at the junction of your thighs as if he’s letting out a bit of the aggression he feels towards you before soothing the skin with broad, flat laps of his tongue that have your hips bucking involuntarily to push your pussy back against his face.
But through your lust-induced haze, you register the feeling of his fingers pressing against your entrance, thick and firm, teasing you before easing just one inside you, the single digit stretching your tightness with a sharp burn that makes you gasp and clench instinctively.
You've never had anything inside you before, not even your own curious touches going this far, and now it's your brother's finger invading you, curling around to explore your once untouched walls, pumping in shallow thrusts that build a nauseating, aching pressure that makes you want to rip your skin off.
"So fucking tight, pips." He murmurs against your pussy, and you can hear the roughness of his lust even with his voice muffled against you. You try to squirm under him to no avail, your body resisting the unfamiliar intrusion even as it slicks him further with arousal, your strength no match to his Evol.
Only when you finally start to adjust, your whimpers turning breathier, your pussy yielding to him, does he add the second finger, pushing it in alongside the first with the same methodical movements, so unlike how he ate you out before. It seems that even through whatever evil has taken over his body, he was careful not to hurt you. At least not in this way.
Still, no matter how careful he is, the stretch still hurts, and Caleb sees it on your face.
"Shh, you have to loosen up for me, baby. " He coos, diving back in with his tongue flicking wildly over your clit to distract you from the pain as his fingers now fuck you open in tandem—thrusting deeper, curling to find that sweet spot inside of you that suddenly has you keening, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat as your back arches clean off the bed but your thighs stay pinned down with his Evol.
But when he adds a third finger, even that isn’t enough to distract you, and you cry out in pain. “Caleb, please, please.”
But your pleas fall on deaf ears, Caleb much too preoccupied with the sight before him to stop now, his dark gaze fixed on where his fingers disappear into your slick heat, pumping relentlessly as your body struggles to accommodate him.
“Fuck, pipsqueak.” He breathes out heavily, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as he fucks you open a few more times before he pulls his fingers completely out. He holds them up in the air between you, your arousal a glistening mess all over them, tinged with a redness that seems to enrapture him.
“You’re a virgin….” He groans, the words dripping with raw lust and a twisted sense of triumph, his hooded eyes falling onto your trembling body, raking over you like you're a prize all wrapped up just for him. And you know at that moment that you’re going to be ruined—to be marked by your brother in ways that can never be undone. “You kept yourself for me.”
You want to argue with him, to snap back that you didn't stay a virgin for him. You stayed one because of him, because of his overprotectiveness that scared every boy who dared glance your way, his inappropriate jealousy that you stupidly made excuses for countless times before leaving no room for anyone else.
But now is not the time, not when he quickly discards his clothes, his shirt flung across the room, his belt weighing his pants down as they clink against the floor, leaving him as bare as you are. But his body isn’t like yours, it’s toned, sculpted from the military training and the countless sports he likes to partake in. He could overpower you even without his Evol.
But it’s not his muscles that scare you… it’s his cock, thick and veined, throbbing between his legs as he crawls up your body. It nudges insistently at your entrance, slick with precum as it pressing against your swollen pussy.
You know you’re ruined and yet you still beg for mercy, hoping you could somehow get through to him before it’s too late.
“Caleb, you don’t want to do this.” You plead as if you can’t feel just how much he wants it, your voice breaking as fresh tears spill down your cheeks, your hands reaching for him in a futile effort to push him away, palms flat against his chest where you feel his heart thundering wildly. “You’re my brother. I love you. I trust you. Please don’t ruin that.”
“That was your first mistake, baby.” He growled, the blunt head of his cock pressing into you. “Thinking I’d be satisfied with just being your good, obedient older brother.” He pushed inside you then, inch by merciless inch, the stretch burning like wildfire as he takes your virginity, stealing what should have never been his. “That I wouldn’t want more—fuck, you’re so tight.”
“No. I hate you. I hate you.” You cry out, the words spilling out of you as hot as your tears, scalding your mouth with proclamations you never thought you would utter at your brother, your Caleb.
“No you don’t.” He grabbed your face roughly, hips rocking forward until he was fully inside you, buried to the hilt in your heat, filling you so completely there was no room for breath. “Don't lie to me. Don't say such cruel things to your Gege.”
His face is dark with a fury you’ve never seen directed at you before, his hips pushing into you harshly, as if he means to punish you for your misbehaviour. Long ago, he had made you promise not to say those exact words to him, even in jest, and it seems he hasn’t forgotten about that, even if he has forgotten about his promise to protect you from everyone… but maybe he never included himself in that promise.
“Caleb—Gege, please, s-stop… please, j-just slow down.” Your hands scramble for grip on his muscular arms, your nails scraping the skin as his ruthless thrusts make stars of pleasure and nebulas of pain burst behind your eyelids, both warring feelings so intense you feel you’re going to pass out.
But he doesn’t falter, his cock filling you up over and over again, so big, so hard, forcing your pussy to take him. “Say it. Say you're lying.” He insists, eyes wild as his thrusts punctuate each word, driving himself deeper and deeper into you.
“I'm lying. I'm lying!” You sob, hoping your submission would placate him. But it’s not a lie. You don’t hate him. You can’t hate him. Even if he does something so despicable to you.
But Caleb wasn’t satisfied with just that, and his merciless treatment of your pliant body continued as he leaned closer, his sweat-slicked forehead pressing to yours, his breath mingling with your gasps. “Say you love me. Say you love this.”
You pause, the gasp your battered lungs muster barely making it past your lips. This is wrong. He shouldn’t be demanding that of you. He knows that. At least he knew that once, but something broke inside of him today and you feel an unbearable sense of guilt gnawing at you as you think that you must’ve had a hand in it.
You should have never pretended to be his girlfriend. You should have never let him kiss you. You should have never let him touch you that way. You did this to him. You ruined him and now he’s ruining you.
“I-I… I love you, Gege… I love this.” You choke out, hoping to atone for what you’ve done to him.
Caleb’s face perks up, gazing into your eyes eagerly, swallowing up the lie he gave you to feed him. “Yeah?” He kisses you then, still overbearing but softer now, his lips molding to yours before he releases your face, his hands sliding to your hips for better leverage. “Like Gege's cock inside your virgin pussy?” He asks for more and more, and you are helpless to do anything but give into his greed.
“Yes... love it so much, Gege.” You shiver, trying to mask the hesitation lingering in your tone so he wouldn’t be rough with you again. You don’t know if you sound convincing or if he’s so far gone he would believe anything he wants to hear from your lips but it becomes easier and easier to lie as the pain gripping your body gives way to a pleasure that is almost as disturbing, his gentler approach forcing your body to yield to him in a wholly different way, but you force yourself not to fight it.
You’ll let him have this tonight. It’s better to think you’ve given it willingly than to face the reality that your brother did this to you.
“Good girl.” He moans out, and although he was fucking you more carefully now, his big cock still burns every time he buries it inside of you, splitting you open from the core. “My good girl. Did you want this? Did you tease me so I'd break and take what is mine?”
Caleb’s face swims through the tears stinging your eyes, making you see two of him—a Caleb who is so overtaken he just wants to pretend that you’d wanted this all along, that he’s not a monster for what he’s doing to you, and a Caleb who is cruel and calculative, who wants you to implicate yourself for his actions so you wouldn’t blame him for this outcome later.
Wherever the truth lies, it doesn’t matter. You’ll do it anyway. You'll do anything to not lose the one person who actually loves you—and he knows that too well.
“I did, Gege. I wanted you to take me. I'm sorry.” You weep, your words a balm to his insanity.
“You hurt Gege so bad, pips.” He admonishes, one hand cupping your cheek as he kisses away your tears, his body moving with yours in a slow, intimate pace. “But it's okay. I forgive you.”
“Thank you... “ You cry out, relieved you’ve finally managed to calm him down. You always do. After all, you’re his beloved little sister.
“Does it hurt, baby?” He coos as if he was tending to a bruised knee and not talking about his cock splitting you open.
You nod pitifully, leaning into his touch even as he makes no effort to stop.
“That’s because you’re tensing up, pipsqueak. Relax and open up for me and it’ll feel good.” He coaxes you, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in a steady rhythm. “Your body will learn to recognize this part of me, and soon enough, you’ll be wet at just the sight of me. I’ll make sure of it—train you until you crave your brother’s cock like he needs your pussy.”
His words make you want to recoil. Does he want this to happen again? It won’t be over after tonight?
“Shit, baby, loosen up.” Caleb groans as your body tenses around him at the thought, working him up further.
You grab him by the necklace you’d gifted him when he first started at the DAA—the charm that symbolised your unbreakable connection—and use it to pull him towards you, crashing your lips with his and opening your mouth, knowing he’d take the chance to devour you and you willingly let him, anything so you won’t have to think about this harrowing future he’s fantasizing about.
Caleb groans into your mouth, taking your kiss for consent. His thrusts deepen, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency as he buries himself inside you over and over, the repetitive motions yanking you by the hair and dragging you towards an orgasm you’re not prepared for. You didn’t even know that a human could be in so much pain and yet still be able to cum.
"That's it, pips." He coaxes, his breath hot against your lips, his large body looming over yours, sweaty and flexing, the friction of his pelvis on your clit sending sparks of pleasure shooting along your every nerve. "I can feel your pussy trying to milk my cock. You really want this, huh? You were made for this—for Gege to fuck you senseless."
You whimper, tears streaking in unending torrents down your cheeks but he heeds them no mind. His hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing in firm, insistent circles that match the rhythm of his cock plunging into your slick pussy. The sensation rapidly becomes overwhelming, your walls clamping around him like a vice as your orgasm hurls towards you. "Caleb... I can't... it's too much." You gasp nails raking down his back, leaving red trails that only spur him on.
"Yes, you can." He insists, thrusting harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the dorm room. "Cum for me, baby—cum on for your Gege."
And your body gives it to him, as if it recognizes that this is your brother who spent all your life giving into your every whim and desire, would you really deny him the first thing he ever asked for?
Your body arches into him, so close you feel you’d get stuck together forever, so close Caleb can’t thrust into you anymore, instead settling for swivelling his hips around, rubbing his cock all along your walls as they grip and contract around him.
"Fuck, pips— so tight, so perfect." His mouth hangs open, his eyes completely glazed over as he bullies his cock so deeply inside you, you swear you can feel the hot cum spilling from it flooding your womb.
Oh god, oh god, you haven’t used any protection.
“Caleb!” You gasp, staring up at him with an icy panic that grips your heart and almost causes it to cease beating.
But Caleb just smiles down at you, knowingly, and kisses your lips—shutting you up every time you try to speak, his cock staying buried inside you, plugging your hole and sealing his seed inside.
Finally, you stop fighting, all the anger, horror and shame draining from your body like blood from a mortal wound, leaving you weak and pliant in his embrace. It’s only then that he pulls away from your bruised lips, his thumb brushing them gently as he speaks his promises to you. “It’s okay, pipsqueak. I’ll take care of you. Every bit of you. No one's ever going to come between us now.”
A/N: I am being driven mad by all the lads fics i wanna write, mostly yandere caleb lol i got two based on chasing summer (one where caleb is a mean, unhinged yandere similar to this one and another where he is a manipulate softer yandere), three not based on a memory (two versions of the same yandere caleb story where he takes all your first times so you don’t give them to someone else, one soft and one mean, and a 3rd one where you’re the yandere who won’t share him with others), one based of xavier’s celestial yearn, one based on raf’s fires of devotion and probably many more ahhhh
✦ Warning: sexual content, aphrodisiac, breeding kink, eggs, kidnapped, biting (twice), possessive, dirty talk, two cocks, big cocks, calls you "human" and "little human".
Yandere Naga who used to live in the forest like a king (no. not really) until he was captured and brought to a nature reserve.
Yandere Naga who doesn't like humans at all, always lets out threatening hisses and tries to attack the caretakers who enter his territory to leave him food or clean up his messes.
Yandere Naga who had already planned creative ways to get rid of his new caretaker (just like he did with the last ones) but what he doesn't expect is that it would be such a cute and delicious thing.
Yandere Naga who stares at you when you enter his territory to clean the place and leave him food, he narrows his yellow eyes, his pupils contract into thin slits and sticks out his forked tongue to taste the air —your smell... you smell delicioussss... like a mate...
Yandere Naga who from that day on stares at you every time you enter his territory lying on his rock, his eyes follow all your movements, he acts docile around you without hissing at you or trying to attack you, which causes the other caretakers to congratulate you for achieving the impossible, for making him adapt to you so quickly...
Yandere Naga who manages to identify at what moment you have your fertile cycles and creates a plan to make you his partner and mother of his offspring, he only needs to catch you off guard when you enter his cage for your daily chores, he must act when the other caretakers are not around.
Yandere Naga who can execute his plan with relative ease thanks to the fact that he became more "tame" that made everyone around lower their guard including you, one day when you enter his cage to clean he slides towards you quickly and wraps his tail around you tightly sliding quickly into the interior of his cave.
He drops you onto a nest made of branches, leaves and what look like old blankets, a clear attempt to make the place more comfortable, without giving you time to analyze what's happening he slides towards you, getting between your legs, his scales brushing the fabric of your pants and he sticks out his forked tongue sniffing the air before speaking.
"Your delicious rubber... like ripe fruit, I want to take a good bite out of you..."
"Wait! Wait! You can't do this! The other caretakers will notice that I'm not there, they'll come looking for me and when they find me they'll take me outside, they'll punish you if you do anything to me!"
Your voice tries to be firm but it's clearly shaky, he looks at you with his yellow eyes that narrow a little at your words, he hisses leaning over you until his face is right in front of yours, your breaths mix and he stares into your eyes without blinking, his words make your blood run cold.
"I will kill anyone who dares to come here to try to take you away from me. I will crush them until their bones break and their eyes pop out of their sockets, you are mine human~"
He hisses softly when your warm hands rest on his cold chest trying to push him away from you in a panic, he smiles at your fighting attitude and although I wish I could see more of that attitude unfortunately you are right that the other caretakers will start looking for you when they notice your absence so he must be fast, he grabs your head firmly tilting your neck to the side he opens his mouth and leans down sinking his sharp fangs into your soft neck making you let out a moan, he uses the aphrodisiac in his venom to make me more submissive and to make your body go crazy.
"What did you do..? Are you going to kill me..?"
"What?! Kill you?! Of course not! It's an aphrodisiac, it won't kill you, it will just make your body loosen up so it can receive my cocks, silly human~"
He smiles playfully as his venom quickly takes effect, he can feel your body heat skyrocketing, he sticks out his forked tongue which writhes as he smells your excitement permeating the air in the cave, he sees you writhing beneath him clearly uncomfortable and in pain from the effect of the aphrodisiac, he coos at you as he proceeds to quickly remove that ugly and rough uniform you're wearing and does the same with your underwear, his eyes studying your flushed naked body.
"Such a pretty human~ you smell so fertile I can't wait to lay my eggs inside you~"
"It hurts... please–"
He smiles as you can only whimper shakily, he rubs your dripping cunt his slender fingers tracing circles on your wet bud delighting in the way you shudder and your breathing becomes more labored, willing to not waste any more valuable time his scales seem to part and two terrifyingly large cocks reveal themselves making you shudder despite your daze but he chuckles as he takes one of his cocks in his hand bringing it closer to your swollen cunt.
"Don't be afraid human, your body was made to receive my cocks, you will enjoy it~"
He lets out a deep hiss as he slides his fat cock into your pussy, fascinated by the warmth of your insides that embraces him deliciously. You, on the other hand, are left breathless as you feel his cock stretching your poor walls as far as it will go, making its way into your channel, and the sensation is a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that makes you want to cry. He hits bottom and you feel his cock deep inside your uterus while his other cock rests on your stomach, staining it with precum.
"You feel so warm human~ I've never felt anything like this with any woman of my kind, I knew you and I were destined~"
He hisses and without giving you time to think he starts to thrust into you over and over again he pulls out his cock leaving just the tip inside before thrusting into your pussy again with a hard thrust, the sound of his thrusts and your moans fill the cave echoing off the walls, your pussy squirts on his cock and you feel dizzy at the delicious sensation his cock gives you, his scales scrape your thighs but that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure, his cock hits your cervix over and over again without slowing down or showing mercy, you're reaching the top when suddenly he stops making you let out a pitiful moan but he silences you with a playful hiss.
"Don't worry human you'll reach your climax~ but first I have to fit both of my cocks inside you~"
He laughs as you just let out a pathetic "uh..?" too fucked out to think, he pulls his cock out of your tight pussy leaving just the tip before guiding his other cock inside, both of his members slowly entering your pussy making you arch your back and let out a high pitched cry, you feel as if an arm is being shoved into your battered pussy, he senses your discomfort so he begins to rub tight circles on your mound trying to relax you, when he bottoms out your eyes roll back in your head, he takes a moment before he begins to slowly move as your walls squeeze him so hard.
"You're too tight on me— I'll give you some more of my venom to relax you human, that'll help us out a lot"
He wastes no time in leaning down to your neck biting just above the mark of his other bite, he injects you with a larger amount of aphrodisiac poison than before which causes the effect to be instantaneous, he feels your walls loosen little by little and your juices begin to drip making a mess and then you can't help but smile as he begins to move again, his cocks ram into you mercilessly he grabs your hips to hold you better while he listens to the high pitched moans that escape from your open mouth the erotic sight makes him move faster.
"That's it~ you take me so well little human~ keep it up~"
He praises you even though he's not sure you're listening to anything he's saying, he still keeps moving non-stop admiring the bulge that forms in your stomach every time he thrusts into you, his heads hitting your bruised cervix over and over again feeling himself getting closer to the limit he can feel you getting closer too by the way your pussy tightens on his cocks, he can feel your walls throbbing and a few seconds later you cum your juices dripping down wetting his cocks and scales, your pussy tightens him like a vice which takes him to the limit he gives you a few erratic thrusts until he cums inside you deep inside your pussy.
"Yessss~ very good little human~ take my eggs!~ keep my offspring inside this womb and give me beautiful children~"
Your nails dig into his arms when you feel something round the size of a tennis ball slide from one of his cocks into your uterus that stretches painfully to receive it, eggs. You sob when another egg follows the same path and another, another, another. You lose count of how many eggs he lays inside you, you can't do anything but receive them, when he finishes laying eggs his other cock fills you with sperm, you stay like that for a while when he pulls out you are sore, tired and uncomfortably full, your belly is so big it seems like you are nine months pregnant, he wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses your lips looking into your eyes.
"Don't cry little human, you did very well I'm very proud of you. I put all my eggs in your womb and fertilized them I'm sure all of them will gestate without any problem... in a few months you'll be a mother, but for now sleep little human, I'll be here when you wake up~"
Exhausted and unable to do anything else you obey, you close your eyes and let Morpheus' arms wrap around you, he watches with adoration as your chest rises and falls gently, he decides to lie down next to you, he pulls you to his firm chest and wraps his tail around you protectively enjoying your body heat, the tip of his tail caresses your swollen belly and he murmurs in a dark voice.
"I will protect you and our young with my life, I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me or tries to hurt any of you, it's a promise my little human~♡."
