Tw: dubcon, brief mention of noncon, stepcest, possessive, manipulation, gaslighting, mention of murder, decryphilia, 3-4 years age gap but both are 18+ when anything sexual happened, Bonten!Ran
A/N:This was supposed to be a drabble for this thirst and I got carried away
@jozhenji — Stepbrother!Ran who intimidates and threatens anyone who comes to take you out cuz he loves the adorably angry little pout you give him when yet another boy doesn’t make it past the first date after meeting your big brother he’d prefer if you were whining and screaming his name for a different reason, but he’ll take what he can get for now
Begin|<<Previous TW: cursing, sexual themes, illness, manipulation
Syd:
R: I say we get the little guy laid!
Happy Birthday to meeee… The tour was almost over and Roman had spent it treating me like his protege. I was not a fan. Never meet your heroes I guess.
M:Can we treat the man like the adult he is, please?
J:Syd, what do you want to do?
Thank fuck for the other band members. Roman one on one was a royal asshole of the highest order and he seemed to pride himself on it. Milla, Vera, and Sophie were off dancing with each other, smart enough to stay away. Sophie seemed pale today but she said nothing. I figured if it were bad she’d talk to me.
S: I don’t know. Drinks, music, whatever?
I:On it!
R: No no no. The man needs to get himself some pussy.
M: I guess your mouth has to be that big since you constantly shove your boot in it.
Marcus was facepalming, Ivan was getting drinks. Rebuffing Roman was an art the two had perfected.
R: Fuck you Marcus.
T:I need a fucking drink.
Milla:
M: You okay?
S:Yeah, I’m good.
M:You are a god awful liar Sophie.
She had been pale all day. The timeline was off and she had spent the past year getting progressively worse. I was not the comforting type but Vera had been easily distracted by Grumpy McDumbass. God, fuck Roman. And honestly, what the hell did Vera see in him?
S:I’m good. Go have fun.
M: Sophie, one day very soon you are going to need to see a doctor about this.
S:It’s nothing.
No, no it was not. I kept my mouth shut though. Words of compassion were not my thing.
Syd:
S:Do you think we should tell anyone about us?
I spoke softly. I didn’t have to worry about the others hearing or seeing us but Ty seemed to have that effect on me. Roman and Vera had disappeared together and Ty’s reaction had been hard to read. Jesse, Ivan, and Marcus were up at the bar swapping stories and drinking heavily, kind of a send off for Marcus. Milla and Sophie had tapped out for the night. Milla said she was sick of the bar scene.
T:Fuck no. Think of how the guys will react Syd. No one is going to accept you.
S:Oh…
T: Besides, don’t you like sneaking around with me?
WARNINGS ⚠︎ manipulation, toxicity, taboo, gangbang/train, professor(s) x student, double penetration, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex, bukkake, sir kink.
PAIRINGS ♥︎↝ prof!jean, prof!connie, prof!niccolo x f!reader. reader is at least 19+ and attends college.
SYNOPSIS♥︎↝it seems your three favorite professors all have something in common; they have an eye for you as their top student in class. but when your hidden secrets with them is suddenly exposed, you never expected your valentines to end up with all three of them in your guts.
WORD COUNT ♥︎↝ 4,100
NOTES ♥︎↝ this is for @haruchiyo’svalentines collab ! that one clip of jean, connie, and niccolo all together had me in a chokehold so i thought of writing a hot ass smut featuring them. wish all my lovelies a very slutty valentines <33
Lying is the most fun a girl could have.
It’s the best way to get whatever you wanted from men nowadays. Deceiving them into thinking your heart belongs to them and expressing how madly you’re “in love” with them. The college boys you’ve encountered hunt for one of two things; chasing a woman’s heart or carrying their mission. They make women as their trophy when she’s worthy of their reputation, or they finally settle down with what their heart longed for.
Oh, how managed to play well on both things.
It’s quite amusing to see how far you’ve come, having three different men wrapped around your finger. Specifically your professors. You know the game you’re playing is dangerous. You know what’s bound to come if the truth unfolds. But how could you resist the outcomes that feed your precious little ego? The pleasure, the rewards, the entertainment, the feeling of being desired and loomed over… All you had to do was blind your target with your radiance, stimulate their mind until their obsession over you worsens, and achieve your satisfaction out of it.
All it is to you is just innocent fun, a road paved to your entertainment and delight. Driving the dangerous wheels ‘till you break more than one broken heart. You believed that men were just so easy to toy around with. So easy to toy around with until you get bored.
The first man was your law professor; Connie Springer. Such questionable grades you had in his class lead to small conference periods and then tutoring sessions. He was curious. Way too curious. It took him one peak on your personal life, a fake narrative you made up of your struggle in college and at home. Though Professor Connie was skeptical of your made-up sob story, he was intrigued of you deep down. Taking you in, invading his mind everytime he sees you in class. It wasn’t until those discussions escalated; nonstop praising you for being a good, obedient girl for him during tutoring sessions.
“You were making it so obvious you wanted me to fuck you exactly like this. Bent over my desk just for me to ruin your pretty pussy… I’ll release all my stress out on you.”
You take thrill of how easy it was having him wrapped around your finger. It was a rocky process along the way, to fully convince the smart man that you feel the same way he does about you. And you finally got what you desired; the beautiful rewards. Good grades, a place for being his top student, and hardcore sex with him in his office after class. It’s just a fun game for you to play with his mind and feelings to get what you want.
Of course, you grew bored of just one man looming over you. You needed more. You needed the fulfillment and ego boost of playing with a man’s feelings for your own pleasure. It wasn’t until the second man, your culinary professor— Niccolo— was also enticed by you.
It’s fascinating to know there are various ways to win a man’s heart. One is through his stomach, and Niccolo’s absolute weakness is a woman who can cook well and bake sweets. Niccolo’s observed your culinary skills, slowly growing tantalized and captivated by not only the food you made, but by you. He was a good looking man to you, even treats you like you’re already his top student in class. To return his attention, you would leave special treats for him after class with a little note.
“Oh, baby… You taste so sweet. Grind on my tongue. Show me how much bad you wanna cum.”
Sweet treats and flirty little notes had lead to special “cooking sessions” with him after class. Sometimes you’d suck him off. Sometimes he’d let you lie on the counter and eat your pussy. He’d even bend you over the smooth counter, holding one leg up, and hammer into you relentlessly. You loved his dirty talk and the way he fingers you while you’re in his lap, able to make you squirt as lewd as possible. Filthy kitchen sex was the best reward for you when classes are finished and you were bored. When Professor Connie wasn’t available, Professor Niccolo it is.
A few weeks later, a unique scenario with another one of your professors gave you a different kind of fulfillment. English professor Jean Kirstein, the first man to fulfill his mission of chasing after your heart and not just your body. This is what you feared the most; the man wanting whatever you had to be morethan just a fling.
You wanted to ghost him. You wanted to break his heart right there and then. But you held back when Jean offered morethan just good grades, good rankings, and a good reputation for you in college. Outside of school, it caught you completely off guard when he satisfied your materialistic needs. Just as you satisfied him, he offered for you to stay in his luxurious penthouse for as long as you wanted. Aside that, he also offered to help pay for your tuition. He helped pay back your student loans. He helped pay for your car and even bought you a new car. He treated you with designer clothes, bags, shoes, and money straight to your bank account.
And all you had to do to keep a man like him in his life… was “love” him back the way he fell in love with you. He mentioned eloping with him when you graduate. As much as you found marriage and settling down repulsing, turning away from this opportunity would make you lose everything you had. And maybe deep down, the more you spent time with your sweet English professor, you had underlying feelings for him as well. You wouldn’t dare deny it.
Sex with Professor Jean was like Heaven on earth. He prefers to treat you with royalty since he cherishes you deeply, prefering to fuck you in his penthouse with a nice view rather than a classroom. In the car, in the shower, on his large couch by the fireplace… this fling was bound to become a secret relationship with him and you couldn’t do much except endure it for your own benefit. You loved it. You loved how whipped he was for you. You loved how he’d do anything just to make you feel good. Aside Professor Connie and Professor Niccolo, Professor Jean was the man you’d see every weekend.
“Look at how good you’re taking my cock. I know you love when I treat you like this. Let me kiss you again, sweetheart. I wanna taste your pussy again later.”
All these sneaky links with your three professors, yet you treat them all the same as an ego boost and for your entertainment. They were your perfect little boy toys. Professor Connie would be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Professor Niccolo would be Tuesdays and Fridays. Professor Jean would be the whole weekend. It was all going according to plan for the past few months…
But it wasn’t until Valentines Day.
You nearly tremble where you stand, heart beating thickly and erratically when you found yourself cornered. You refused to speak, refused to move your body the slightest at how unprepared you were for the horror before you.
You see Professor Jean laid back in his seat, legs propped up on his desk as he kept twisting his ring. The same ring he gave you. Nearby was Professor Connie leaning against the corner of his desk, arms folded as his impassive gaze drifts to you. Then behind you was Professor Niccolo who leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It felt like he was inspecting your body language and reaction, how you’d react to such a scenario you never thought would occur.
“You came,” you heard Jean speak darkly, the baritone in his voice reverberating in your head. In the back of your mind, you wished that he would speak to you like that when it was only you two. Curling his finger at you to walk to him as if you were having a punishment. Was it bad that you were slightly turned on by this, but at the same time scared shitless?
You had to think of something quick. Maybe they actually don’t know. Maybe they didn’t find out. Maybe it was just by coincidence all of your favorite boy toys were in the same room who knew you, but you didn’t know all of them at once.
“I— I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room.” You quickly whirl around and grabbed the knob, ready to get the hell out of Jean’s classroom until Niccolo stretched his arm out and slammed the door shut, preventing your escape. The loud slam caused your heart to falter, chest tightening from your anxiety and your fear that they already know.
“You sure about that?” Niccolo rose a brow, his mutter so taunting yet chilling to you the same way Jean spoke earlier. Punishment could go various ways, and as much as you wanted it to escalate in the most filthy way possible, you didn’t wanna face theshame. It would tear your perfect ego. It would cost everything you worked for to fall.
But then again, did you truly belong to any of these men?
“Who told you you could leave?” The brunette professor spoke again. “I specifically called you here for a reason. We specifically called you.”
Professor Connie stood straight, adjusting his tie. “You know her as much as I do, Kirstein. She never listens until she gets punished. And she loves getting punished, am I right?”
Your body was growing hot. Your palms started feeling clammy. Behind was Niccolo’s presence creeping up to you and slamming his hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch.
“You didn’t think each of us would find out who you’ve been seeing this whole time?” he muttered in your ear. “Such a coincidence that you’ve been fucking my close friends behind my back.”
“Ourbacks,” Professor Connie corrected, his nose flared in exasperation. “You told us that we were special. You told us that you’ve never felt this way about a man before. You said the same, recycled shit to us only so you could use us for sex and whatever you want.”
You needed to steer the attention away from the accusations and maintain composure. It was always your ego and feelings before each of them. But before anything else escalates, you resorted to putting on an innocent façade, victimizing yourself in order to set things your way and save your relationships. Play with their emotions. Let them know who’s in control. Make them fall for every pretty little lie you say.
“What. . ? What are you talking about?” you protested like a whiny puppy to Connie, slipping yourself free from Niccolo’s grip. “You’re the best law professor I’ve known and I’d never do that to you. I was nothing but sweet to you, Professor Connie!”
Connie frowned. “Are you kidding me right now? You’re gonna pull that card on me?”
“No, you wanna know what you really are?” Professor Jean stood up, his blank eyes narrowed at you like he couldn’t recognize you anymore. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you? Letting anyone with a cock fuck you just to raise your grades? Give you money? Cater to your sweet tooth?”
“Woah, might wanna calm down on the names, Kirstein,” Professor Niccolo interrupted with a smirk. “She loves being called a little whore. She knows her place. But what she doesn’t know is that she’s also a manipulative, spoiled, dumb fucking bitch that’s only good for sex.”
“Really, Professor Niccolo?” you deflected at him, voice growing tender it almost made the man’s heart sink. “I’m the top student in your class and you were in love with the food I made. I admired you as the best cook and that’s how you felt about me the whole time?”
Professor Connie and Professor Niccolo exchanged looks. Professor Jean clenched his teeth, his jawbones more refined when pissed off. “You can’t lie to us anymore. We know what the hell you’ve done and manipulating your way out of this won’t get you out of here.”
You were running out of options. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t an infinite amount of ways this intervention could go. So, you resorted to something that could possibly save your relationships. You knew them long enough, assessing their weaknesses when it comes to you and what makes them much more enticed with you. Somehow, you can tell there was another underlying tension you sensed in the classroom rather than your dirty little secrets getting exposed. Jean kept narrowing his eyes at the two other professors speaking, specifically Niccolo right next to you.
“I— I don’t know what you guys are getting so upset for!” you consoled, darting your gaze to the three men and then to Jean. “I’ve always been good to all of you and now you’re shaming me for it? I’m sorry if I made you all upset. And Professor Jean, you know how much I respect you.”
You sauntered to the brunette professor with doe eyes and a coy façade, voice fading to a soft mutter. “How could you say that to your favorite student? After what I’ve done for you to keep you happy and… feel good…”
There was a pause. Professor Jean felt his heart somehow stutter. The honey in your voice as you spoke tentatively. The way your gleaming eyes weaved through his, and the lovely sight of your figure up close. His expression softened, but then faded back to frustration.
It was working.
These three men were whipped for you, regardless.
“I— I hate the way you’re trying to play coy. But at the same time,”—he side eyes Niccolo and Connie—“I hate how other men are making you feel good when it should only be me.”
“Oh, really now?” Connie retorted. “You’re fucking the same bitch as me and you don’t think of how I feel after finding out? You think you own her or somethin’?”
“She was never ours in the first place, jackass,” Niccolo hissed. “Not like you had a special connection with her anyways. You just fuck her after school and that’s all.”
“Shut the hell up! It’s not like that.”
“Oh, but did you have a special connection with her outside of school?” bragged Jean. “We’ve already had this fucking conversation before she came. I’m the one that had real chemistry with her.”
“Really? Just by helping her pay for her tuition and giving her matching rings?” scoffed Connie. “You can’t buy love with your fuckin’ money.”
“Yeah, and how do you know she loves you anyways?” Niccolo gibed.
The intervention was steering the way you wanted to be until Niccolo’s question. Although you secretly enjoyed the argument and having the tension turned away from you, you had to stop it right there. You had a perfect idea that just popped in your mind. And thinking about it excited you deeply, feeling your cunt furtively throbbing.
“Guys,guys,” you chimed in with your demure voice, stepping closer in the circle of the three men. “I thought you guys were all good friends, why argue? I know I’ve done some things I shouldn’t have done that caused this mess and I’m sorry but… there are better ways to handle this besides arguing.”
Niccolo gave a look that read, you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’? Connie and Jean glanced at each other with underlying skepticism, until, you reach both your hands out and caress their arms as if you were closing the circle. A sigh falls from your lips when all of them had their eyes on you, once again blinded by your radiance and beauty that they fell for. Jean can feel your hand travel up his arm so tenaciously, the sweetness of feeling your hand sending a gut feeling in your stomach.
Even though they know what you’ve done, they can never resist the temptation of drinking the heavenly sight of you, desiring nothing more than to have you as theirs. You can see it on each of their eyes. They were possessive. They were enraged. They couldn’t walk away from this, let alone speak under your authority. Your provocation, your prowess, your muse… they can’t escape it.
“You know, if one of you can’t have me… then how about all of you have me at the same time?” you smirked, the deadliest smirk corner to wicked corner of your sweet lips. “You can do whatever you want.”
Professor Connie slanted his head, glancing at Niccolo and Jean, then to you. “Whatever you want, you say?”
“Whatever. You. Want.”
“You truly are a little whore, aren’t you?” sneered Professor Niccolo, inching closer to you to caress your waist until he squeezes your ass.
Professor Jean cupped your cheek, raising your face to look at him and nearly melting at the sight of your doe eyes. “Get on your knees, then. Show how much of a dirty girl you are for us.”
This is exactly how you resolve a conflict with your sneaky links.
In that moment, you were too elated. The sounds of belts unbuckling, slacks unzipping, and your soft gasps of desperation sent the professors ablaze. Like a pack of wild animals during a hunt, it was as if they came up with a plan and were carrying it out together as a team without the need for words. You offered your mouth and hands for them, catering to their hard cocks sitting on your face.
“That’s it, baby,” Niccolo sighed out, throwing his head back. “You know just how I like it.”
You can feel Connie’s fingers suddenly probing into your pussy and rubbing over your clit. You mewled on Niccolo’s cock as he fingered you while Jean jerked off to this sinful sight. It has been a dirty little fantasy you briefly thought about, to get fucked in the most nastiest and filthiest way by all your favorite professors.
“Aw, you must be loving this, aren’t you?” Connie held your chin when Niccolo slipped his cock out, his warm fingers feeling your tongue. All you could reply was a moan and a weak nod, your eyebrows furrowed when he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers.
“You’ll address all of us as sir, understand?” Jean said as his cock already coated with precum rubbed on your face.
“Yes— yes, sir,” you weakly uttered before he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grabbed your head and pushed it back and forth, softly groaning at the sensation of your throat around him. You never disappoint him with the head you give him.
Everyone in the room can hear how wet you are, how much you’re enjoying yourself. Your cunt was ready for all of them, so slick and puffy you couldn’t wait longer for them to make you cum. Your clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining from Connie’s stimulation; so cruel and merciless, just like anytime he fucked you during tutoring sessions.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jean grunted out, hearing you choke on his sweet cum when he released in your mouth and coating his cock like honey on a stick.
“Get her on the desk,” said Niccolo.
The men were aggressive. The men were greedy. The men were like animals. You grew wetter and wetter with every rough move they made on you, like Jean ripping open your blouse from his impatience and Connie shoving your skirt up to your waist. He laid down on the desk and sets you on top of him in reverse cowgirl, his cock ready for you to sit on.
“You may have taken us one at a time, but can you handle us all at once?” Jean teased, his dick rubbing the folds of your open cunt.
“Fuck… please, please, please,” you whimpered, already overstimulated from such arousal your pussy and your thighs were glimmering with pools of wetness. “Please, sir. I want all your cocks in me. I want you to use me as you wish. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”
Connie spanks your ass from beneath, harsher on the side where your cute little devil heart tattoo was. “We know, baby, we know,” he sighed softly, chuckling along with Niccolo. “Sit on my cock, princess. You know what to do. Ride me and let Jean and Niccolo see how well you take me.”
You obeyed, spreading your legs further and inserting his dick into your cunt it made your head cloudy from the intensity. You proceeded to buck your hips back and forth, then use your lower body strength to bounce on him while circling your hips. Your moans were so uncontrollable, so raw and useless to maintain when he kept hitting the right spot like always in your cunt.
Connie held onto your hips and threw his head back at how good you’re taking him. Your thighs were starting to quiver. You can feel an orgasm nearing. You can feel all the tension build up. But before you were about to hit your high, Connie forces you to stop moving and slide his cock in your asshole, causing you to mewl louder. That’s when Jean dipped his cock into the combined wetness of your pussy, thrusting a few times that your mouth fell agape. Your pathetic moans filled the room, too brainless at how harsh the professors were fucking your holes. Niccolo stood on the desk and grabbed your head to make you suck him off. Your holes were all occupied at the same time.
“Fuck. You look so hot right now,” grunted Jean as he pushed your legs further to spread them wider. “Gonna keep cumming in your pussy. Take everything.”
Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, dripping between your legs and onto Connie’s cock. Your ass was stretched, more than it had ever been, from the ongoing penetration then withdrawal of their cocks, with the different sizes and with different fucking techniques.
Soon you were bent over the desk, Niccolo fucking you while you sucked off Connie. Then you were on top of Jean while on the carpet, thrusting into you like an animal in heat as you took turns sucking off Connie and Niccolo. Multiple positions and multiple orgasms lead to a huge mind break. Not a proper sentence could be formed with such slurred speech and exhaustion.
You were a whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for the professor’s cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass slapped multiple times raw by their strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. The professors let you on the floor again, releasing their cum all over your face and body. You were too drained to swallow them all, letting the rest of your energy allow you to mutter a simple, “thank you sir.”
You were left like that. Alone, draped in cum. But deep down you believed they still weren’t satisfied, and them stopping was just a break to recuperate their energy. By the time you fell asleep, you woke up in an empty storage closet, arms tied up above your head and yoir body in an irritating position. You were squatting, your legs tied together as well and spread far apart to prevent from closing them. Your mouth was also covered by ductape.
You feel something throbbing in your pussy again, making you moan pathetically until you realized there was a vibrating dildo taped inside your cunt. You kept squirming around, helpless and weak from the ropes, and the hot, intense sensation of the vibrator. It was dark. Nobody was outside. You had no idea how you got here, but all you could embrace was the torment of this forbidden pleasure. Cumming repeatedly until you make a mess of yourself, tugging on the ropes and shamelessly grinding against that vibrator.
An hour later the door opens to Professor Connie, smirking at you and the masterpiece of a little slut you were made into.
“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?” he chuckled. “You’re nothing but a sex toy for us now, understand?”
