Stuck in Wall

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/37829800.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M, Multi, Other
Fandom: 백작가의 망나니가 되었다 - 유려한 | Lout of Count's Family | Trash of
the Count's Family - Yulyeohan
Relationship: Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo/Bud Illis, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok
Soo/Toonka, Choi Han/Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo, God of
Death/Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo
Character: Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo, Choi Han, Bud Illis, Toonka (Trash of the
Count's Family), God of Death (Trash of the Count's Family)
Additional Tags: Porn Without Plot, sexually frustrated Cale, dubcon, Incredibly dubious
consent, well Cale ends up liking it though, Smut, NSFW, hardcore
smut, stuck in wall, Kabeshiri, fucked and used, No Condoms, Unsafe
Sex, Creampied, high OOC potentials, Don’t Like Don’t Read, Oneshot,
no beta we die like cale’s ass, fic request
Language: English
Series: Part 30 of I ship Cale with everyone
Collections: Alexa Please Play CPR By Cupcakke | Now Reading: Best Of The LCF
Smutfics, Just some dirty shits that I read secretly, Stalker’s Amongst
Stalker’s, ⬛⬛⬛
Stats: Published: 2022-03-19 Words: 5555

Stuck in Wall
by Chokemeplease

Summary

NSFW fic of Cale being stuck in a wall and fucked by multiple people (Bud, Toonka, Choi
Han, implied GoD after).
(Read the tags and do not enter if you’re not comfortable already.)

Notes

Thank you very much SpiritPhantasm for the commission and for allowing me to post this
fic! It was fun to write. I have the funds to buy 2HA now <3

I was requested to have as many people fuck Cale as possible while he’s stuck in a wall and
y’know what. Time to challenge it! I couldn’t fit as many people as I originally planned cuz
of the word count though sfdhjgdf.

Warning: I haven’t been catching up and I don’t remember much about GoD but yolo, i’ve
received the permission to be OOC.
See the end of the work for more notes

Cale fidgeted with his feet under the desk during the meeting with the world leaders. Even though
his face was serious, his mind was filled with unspeakable images of fucking and getting fucked.
God, he was so pent up. Ever since he transmigrated into this world as Cale Henituse, he hadn’t
had sex. How long has that been? Months? Almost a year? Back when he was team leader Kim
Rok Soo, he used to fuck around in bars every other night to release stress after a long day of
missions…

Now he couldn’t even jerk one out, not when he was constantly monitored or accompanied by
someone else. Even if he tried to have alone time for himself, someone, whether it be Choi Han or
the kids, would never fail to pop up and kill all his plans. God, he wanted to have sex. He wanted
to have sex so bad that he was going kind of crazy, honestly.

Cale Henituse wasn’t trash now. He was a well-known commander, the shield hero, and he knew
all sorts of complications would pop up if he dared to carelessly show up in brothels. It would
result in bad rumours, and morale would drop during this time of war, which could lead to
disastrous effects. And if someone claimed to be pregnant with his kid… god, there weren’t any
forms of DNA testing in this world, and contraceptives were subpar and dangerous. There were just
so, so many barriers to having a good, random fuck with a stranger.

Sure, he could try being ‘friends with benefits’ with someone, but he wasn’t even sure if the
concept existed in this world. And it wasn’t time for this — if their relationship got messy, it would
affect the team synergy and affect the war.

Getting into a relationship wouldn’t work either, because Cale wasn’t cut out for romance,
relationships, marriage, or building a family. He just wanted something casual to engage in here
and there throughout his slacker life. He had plenty of good food, drinks, and company, all the
hallmarks of a satisfying life, except the sex.

He! Wanted! To! Have! Sex!

“Dongsaeng, are you okay?” Alver asked when he noted Cale’s clenched fist.

He was fantastic, except for the fact that he was sexually frustrated as fuck. Cale plastered a smile
on his face. “Oh, I’m just tired, hyung.”
“The meeting will end soon,” Alver said in a coaxing tone. He squeezed Cale’s knee gently, out of
sight from everyone else since it was under the table. Cale flinched violently at the unexpected and
warm touch. Alver’s eyes widened as his beautiful blue eyes gazed intensely at Cale in concern.
The look wasn’t helping Cale at all. “...Are you sure you’re okay?”

His dick was not okay. If he was sporting a semi before this, he was now fully aroused. Cale
pressed a hand against his face and sighed. He was way too touch-starved. Now he wished for the
meeting to drag on longer instead so there was time for his erection to go down, or it would be
incredibly awkward trying to leave like this.

“Just peachy,” Cale replied with a tight smile. “Perfectly fine.”

Cale groaned loudly once he was back in the office. He was tempted to lock the door and jerk one
out right there and then, but he knew within minutes, or even just seconds, there would be someone
knocking at the door without fail. He knew this because he tried more times than he could count
on one hand.

The God of Death’s divine book fluttered on his desk, seemingly laughing at his misery. Cale
grabbed it in one hand and was about to fling the damn thing out of the window when the God of
Death hurriedly spoke to him.

“Wait, wait! Don’t throw me! I have all the solutions to your problems!”

Cale’s fingers tightened on the book. “10.”

“10?”

“9.”

“Oh! I know a great brothel where secrecy is the top priority! You’ll be able to fuck or get fucked
to your heart’s content!” God of Death spoke in a rush, speaking like a promoter. “No one will
know who you are! Satisfaction is 100% guaranteed!"
“...Masks won’t work because of my red hair. And I’m not going to ask the dragons to change my
hair colour for me.”

“No, not even a strand of hair will be revealed! Just trust me!”

Sighing, Cale lowered his hand and continued to listen to the God of Death blabber on.

Why did he trust the shady God of Death’s words and enter this incredibly shady back-alley shop?
He must’ve been more sexually frustrated than he thought. Anyone with a good sense of self-
preservation would never come to such a weird place alone. However, Cale really was at the end of
his ropes. He could feel himself becoming more prone to snapping and taking rash actions, and he
even yelled at the kids once — sure, they had been incredibly rowdy on a desk full of important
documents, but he had never yelled at them before. And the looks of concern they gave him…

At the end of the day, no matter how much Cale made it seem like he didn’t care about anything,
he was still a man with desires. He had to do something about his pent up urges, and fast , or it’d
only cause more friction within the group.

“Beyond the sunset is the starlight,” Cale said in a low voice to mask his identity. The masked
bunny man smiled and nodded, gesturing for Cale to follow him without saying anything.

Dressed in a long black robe and a hood that hid his hair and face, Cale found himself being led
through a maze-like inner structure as his guide lifted curtain after curtain, veil after veil. Just what
the hell was this suspicious place? It was dizzying, and Cale took care to map the directions so he
wouldn’t get lost. Soon, he was led to a decently sized room, with a small and tall bed in the
middle. It looked fairly soft and inviting.

“Please rest your upper body on the bed, with your legs still standing on the ground.”

Full of doubts, Cale followed the orders and laid down on his belly. What, was he going to receive
a massage or something? There was a strange scent in the air, and it made him both drowsy and
horny. Cale’s eyes fluttered as the staff member moved around behind him.

Click.
Wait, what was that sound?

Cale tried to turn to get a better look but found himself held down in place. His waist was stuck in a
wall that could be opened or closed, judging by the thin line that went through the centre of the
wall. He couldn’t see his ass or legs, but his feet were standing on top of a soft and plush carpet.

Soon, he could feel someone lifting up his robe and removing his pants and underwear, causing his
bare bottom half to be exposed to the other side of the wall. He could feel the chilly air on his skin,
given how he didn’t even have undergarments left to protect his modesty.

What the hell is this?

The staff member left, leaving Cale behind with nothing but questions and silence.

“God of Death?” Cale called out. Silence replied him. Not even the ancient powers replied to him.
Just what the hell was this place?

Cale flinched once he heard soft footsteps coming closer. He was about to call out again and ask if
it was the God of Death, but the other person spoke first.

“Oh wow, that’s a nice ass,” the man remarked, whistling as he appraised Cale’s butt.

Wait a minute. That voice sounded incredibly familiar. That whistling sound was familiar too. It
was a sound Bud made whenever he was impressed by something, and…

Cale tensed up when he felt someone stop right behind him.

“My information network sure is something. To think I’d be the first to get here. Look at you.
You’re not even prepared yet.” Bud chuckled. The sound of his laughter was low and devious,
nothing like the lighthearted laughs Cale was familiar with.

“Mmh!”
Cale slapped his hands against his mouth to hold back a surprised sound as Bud abruptly grabbed
his ass. The mischievous man laughed again.

“You sound cute!” Bud gushed. “I wonder how you’ll sound like moaning… Won’t you let me
hear it, sweetheart? Hmm?” Bud spoke in a coaxing tone as he slowly kneaded and played with
Cale’s soft and plump asscheeks. Cale could feel all the rings Bud usually wore pressing down on
him, and the temperature difference of his warm fingers and cold rings had him gasping and biting
back another sound.

“Not going to make it easy for me I see,” Bud snickered. He patted Cale’s butt almost
patronizingly. “That’s okay honey, I know how to make both women and men scream for me.
Let’s have a fun time together.”

Shit. Cale’s mind spun rapidly as he heard the sound of a bottle cap being popped open. At the rate
things were going, he was going to be fucked by Bud Illis. Should he say something? But being
caught in this position was so humiliating. Bud would never look at him the same way again.

Then… should he just hold back his voice and pretend to be someone else? His Adam’s apple
bobbed as he swallowed with difficulty. Maybe it would be fine if Bud never found out. He had
been craving for sex after all, and somehow, this situation ended up happening, giving him the
perfect opportunity to finally get rid of his sexual frustrations. Even now, his ass was tingling as he
craved for the touch of Bud’s warm hands once again.

To hell with it. It would be a simple fuck, and Bud would be none the wiser. With his mind made
up, Cale bit down on his lip and resolved himself to not reveal his identity no matter what.

“Mm!”

Right after he made up his mind, he was faced with a risky situation. It was hard to hold back a
moan when Bud grabbed his left buttcheek firmly, tugging it aside gently to have better access to
his puckered asshole. A lubed finger pressed firmly against his hole, and Cale felt himself slowly
opening up to accept it. The lubed digit slid into him inch by inch and the sensation of it entering
him felt like everything Cale had missed so badly. Cale pressed the back of his hand firmly against
his lips, trembling at the feeling that was at once familiar and strange.

But it wasn’t enough. He wanted, no, he needed more.

“Just relax, darling. Let me take care of you, alright?” Bud cooed encouragingly as he slid a finger
in and out of Cale’s tight asshole. The thumb of the hand on Cale’s hip rubbed soothing circles, a
gesture that was almost sweet. “It must have been a while for you, huh? You’re so tight. God, I
can’t wait to fuck you. You’re gonna look so good taking my cock.”

Bud was incredibly mouthy. Cale wished he would shut up because the words he was spewing
were all so embarrassing and corny. It was even more embarrassing that Cale found himself being
affected by Bud’s sweet talk, becoming increasingly aroused.

“There you go, good boy,” Bud murmured encouragingly, putting the second finger in. His voice
became lower and deeper in this space that existed just for the two of them. Cale could hear the
soft and wet sounds of the lube squelching as Bud thrust in and out with his two fingers patiently,
working with Cale until he was more stretched out. Bud scissored his fingers, groaning as he felt
the tightness of Cale’s walls clenching down on them. “Look at you, so pretty around my fingers.
You’re doing so good, baby. Can you imagine my cock fucking into you next, hm?”

Bud laughed breathily as he felt Cale twitch around his fingers. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you,
darling? Do you know your hips are moving along with my fingers? It’s as though you’re begging
to be filled. It’s so adorable…”

Cale’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as the next finger entered him. Bud’s fingers were decently
long, and they almost, just almost, filled Cale up to the point he liked it. The fingers thrust deep
into him, and every time they backed out, the rings on Bud’s fingers would catch against his rim,
causing Cale to jolt at the sensation.

He almost whined when Bud pulled out his fingers entirely, the glide of them no longer as difficult
after he’s been sufficiently lubed and stretched out. Cale was so hard he would cry if he was a
weaker man. If this was anyone else but Bud, Cale would be demanding for them to hurry up and
fuck him instead of playing around.

A low chuckle fell from Bud’s lips as he circled the rim of Cale’s soft and puckered asshole with a
rough thumb, almost indulgent in his actions. “How do you like it? Should I make love to you
gently, like you’re my lover? Or do you want to be fucked like a whore?”

Cale chose not to reply.

“Ahaha, still trying to keep silent, huh? We’ll see how long you can keep that up.” Bud pressed the
head of his long and hard cock against Cale’s opening. He groaned in pleasure as his cockhead
slowly sunk into Cale’s inviting and tight warmth. There was a bit of resistance due to how tight
Cale was.

“God, you’re so tight,” Bud murmured.

Cale muffled a moan against his hand as he felt Bud slowly entering him, sliding deeper and
deeper until he fully bottomed out. It was everything he fantasized about for so many nights, a
thick cock filling his ass and warm hands wrapped around his hips. From the way Bud sighed
blissfully, it had probably been a while since he had a good fuck too.

“I’m fully inside you now, baby. Can you feel it?” With a breathy sigh, Bud slowly slid out inch by
inch, marvelling at the velvety tightness around his cock that contracted, as though it wanted to
keep him inside. Bud sunk back in slowly again, releasing a guttural groan in the back of his throat.
He wanted to savour this feeling. “God, you feel amazing.”

Pre-cum dribbled down from Cale’s weeping cockhead, dripping onto the ground. The pace was so
maddeningly slow but he couldn’t tell Bud to fuck him harder and faster since he had to keep his
identity a secret. He was going crazy at how much he wanted it. He wriggled his hips, hoping Bud
would get a hint.

A low, throaty chuckle reverberated in the room, causing shivers to run down Cale’s spine. Wait,
was Bud toying with him on purpose?

“Thought you’d be begging by now, baby,” Bud said in a hushed voice, still gliding in and out so
crazily slowly. “But I guess you have your reasons to keep your voice hidden…”

“I wonder why? Are you a young husband who doesn’t want to disappoint his wife?”

Bud continued to fuck Cale leisurely. Cale swallowed down a noise of frustration. He wanted to
kick Bud, slap him, whatever it was, to make him stop talking and hurry the fuck up.

“Maybe you’re a young man who’s curious about having sex with older men?”

Bud grinned at the way Cale’s hips were trying to chase his dick, at the way he was trying to
quicken the pace. But he wasn’t letting Cale do that—he was in control here, and he stilled those
hips forcefully with his hands.

“Or it could be that you’re an army commander who’s afraid to embarrass himself in front of his
subordinates… Oh! Look at the way you’re convulsing around me. I must be right, commander-
nim. How naughty,” Bud snickered as he continued his languid thrusts. “Imagine what it’d be like
if your beloved subordinate found out… What expression would they have if they saw their strict
commander being at such a place, taking a man’s cock like he was born to be fucked by men?”

Cale wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t. Just how the fuck did Bud guess it right after shooting
blindly in the dark?

“Don’t worry, commander-nim. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to think about anything
else,” Bud crooned. And to make good on those words, he finally picked up the pace with a snap of
his hips.

“Ngh! Ah! A-Ahh!”

The tip of his cock aimed directly at Cale’s prostate, causing a surprised and pleasured moan to
escape him. There was no time to get used to the abrupt change in pace because Bud was doing it
again and again, causing sweet and high-pitched moans to escape from Cale’s lips—luckily, it
didn’t sound like Cale at all, not when it was so high and whiny.

“Wish I could see the rest of you, babe,” Bud groaned, snapping his hips with skilled precision that
bellied years of experience. Each and every thrust rubbed against Cale’s prostate, causing Cale to
see stars as he whined and gasped from the pleasure. Bud’s voice was thick and hoarse with arousal
as he continued, “With an ass so hot, your face must be amazing.”

Embarrassment tinged Cale’s skin red, causing him to flush from head to toe. Bud continued to
pour praises and encouragements as he fucked Cale so smoothly, angling his hips in a perfect way.
Cale loved being fucked like this. It felt so good. “Look at you, so pretty for me. Let me hear all
of your moans, sweetheart.”

Cale pressed both hands against his mouth but they did nothing except muffle his cries as the large
hands on his hips pushed and pulled him like a fucktoy, causing wet, slapping sounds that sounded
so incredibly lewd. The wall between them did nothing to hide those sounds, and they surrounded
Cale with every hard thrust.
“Ah, fuck, I’m getting close…!”

The thrusts grew frantic in their pace and intensity, losing the well-calculated precision and rhythm
as Bud chased release and release only.

With a groan, Bud thrust deep into Cale one final time, cumming hard inside Cale. The sensation of
the warm semen coating Cale’s insides had him shuddering.

“Hahh… God, that was so good.”

Bud rested his forehead against the wall that separated them as he gathered his uneven breaths. He
reached down and stroked Cale’s dick with his hand, helping Cale to get to completion as well.
The sensation of the ringed fingers jerking off his dick combined with the sensation of Bud pulling
out of him caused Cale to cum as well, moaning as he did.

“Sorry baby, I usually last longer, but it’s been a while. I’d love to go for a second round, but alas,
work awaits,” Bud sighs, fixing his clothes and hair. “It’s been real fun though. I’d love to fuck you
again. I’ve not seen such a beautiful ass in a long while.”

Flirtatiously, Bud presses a kiss against Cale’s right buttcheek, sucking and biting down to leave a
hickey as Cale trembled. “Hope I’ll see you in this place again, babe! I’ll run over so quick to fuck
you.”

And he leaves, leaving Cale to bask in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Cale blinked as he slowly came back to reality. That had been a pretty good fuck, but he wasn’t
quite satisfied just yet. He could feel Bud’s cum slowly dribbling out of his asshole, still warm, and
he wished Bud was still here, fucking him again and again. The man was better at sex than Cale
expected. If it wasn’t for this wall, maybe they could’ve tried other positions too…

“Kahaha! I’m definitely not going to lose! Just watch me!”

The door slammed open loudly, bringing with it a loud and brash man. Cale snapped out of his lust-
filled thoughts immediately. He could easily recognize that voice anywhere.
What the hell was Toonka on about? There was nothing to fight in the room.

Thick and calloused palms grabbed his buttcheeks roughly, causing him to flinch. Those thick
fingers pressed down hard as they pulled the buttcheeks away, exposing Cale’s twitching and
dripping hole. Wait, no way. It couldn’t be, right?

He had expected it, but the sudden thrust still made him gasp. Cale was suddenly filled in ways he
had never been before. Shit, just how big was Toonka’s dick? Cale blinked rapidly through the
tears, trying his best to breathe. God, it was overwhelming. The stretch was at once painful and
delicious. It hurt, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted the dick out of him or if he wanted to keep it
within him. He didn’t know a person could be filled like this. It felt like Toonka’s dick was
pressing right against his stomach.

Whimpering, Cale clenched down hard on Toonka’s dick. Toonka groaned as Cale tightened
around him.

“Wow, this will be harder than I thought, but five minutes? Hah, you’re underestimating me!”
Toonka slapped one of Cale’s buttcheeks with a heavy palm. Cale squeaked in surprise, clenching
down harder around Toonka. His buttcheck throbbed in pain from the strength of the strike. “I’ll
go for ten minutes, no, I’ll go for an hour!”

Wait, wait, an hour?

Before Cale could protest or adjust, Toonka was thrusting in and out of him forcefully. Despite
Cale’s tightness, Toonka overcame Cale’s weak muscles with sheer strength, thrusting in and out
rapidly as though he was running a marathon. It was way too intense from the start, and Cale
couldn’t keep up. Fuck, his only saving grace was being prepared and fucked before this, if not his
asshole would definitely be ripping.

“Urk! S-stop! Slow down!”

For the first time, Cale was unable to hold back his words. “Agh! Fuck, Toonka! Ah, it’s too fast!”

Toonka laughed in delight, not once slowing his hips. His fingers were gripping so hard around
Cale’s hips that Cale was sure he’d feel the bruises for days to come.
“Yes! That’s the name, the name of the man who will beat you!”

Even with him saying Toonka’s name, Toonka didn’t react? Didn’t he recognize Cale’s voice?
Didn’t he wonder why this fucktoy knew his name? Shit, Toonka really was stupid.

“Ah, Toonk! Ah-, I’m, Sto-” Cale moaned brokenly as he gasped with each and every rapid thrust.
Drool dripped down his chin as he could only helplessly move his hips to Toonka’s whims,
dragged by Toonka’s large palms on his hips. God, he was being fucked so good. He couldn’t even
string together words any longer. Coherent thoughts were starting to escape his grasp too. This was
exactly the type of mind-numbing sex he wanted.

Moans turns into screams of pleasure as Toonka continued to slam his thick and heavy cock into
the deepest parts of Cale. Cale could no longer control his body. He was drooling all over the
bedsheets as broken sounds of pleasure left his lips. Nothing else existed at this moment except the
hard cock rubbing against his sensitive inner walls, touching the deepest parts of him. Sex was so
good. Sex was so, so, good. He couldn’t believe he spent so long without it.

“Yessss,” Cale hissed. “Fuck, ah, fuck!”

Due to Toonka’s girth, every single stroke rubbed hard against Cale’s prostate, sending intense
jolts of overwhelming pleasure to Cale’s short-circuited brain. He felt nothing but good at this
moment as the pleasure mounted and mounted.

“Ah, I’m, I’m cumming!”

With Toonka still pistoning his hips like a madman, Cale screamed as he came, his dick shooting
white fluid all over the walls and floor. His mind became beautifully white as the pleasure peaked,
becoming the singular sensation of his existence.

It was amazing. God, he wanted to always be fucked by huge cocks from now on. Cale’s entire
body spasmed and twitched from oversensitivity as Toonka continued to pound relentlessly.

It was overwhelming. He just came. He desperately needed a break. His feet scrambled against the
soft carpet, and his hands pushed against the bedsheets, but there was nowhere for him to run off
to. Even without Toonka’s hands tightly surrounding his hips, the wall trapped him at the waist.
He was completely helpless.
“Hngh, S, Stop, Stop, I, ngh! Toon…Toonkaaaa,” Cale’s voice was hoarse and utterly wrecked
from all the screaming and moaning. His voice no longer sounded like him.

“I won’t fall for it! I’m going to win no matter what!”

Cale didn’t know how long Toonka fucked him for, because he had passed out in the middle.
When he regained consciousness, Toonka was already gone, leaving him gaping open and leaking
cum. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the amount of cum dripping down his thighs to
his calves.

“Hahh…” Cale pushed back his already messy hair, wincing at the utterly raw voice coming from
his parched throat. There was no hiding that from his family and friends. Should he just pretend to
be sick? He couldn’t possibly explain how this situation came about.

“Umm, is someone here?”

Cale froze at yet another familiar voice. Just what was up with today? Did the God of Death do
this on purpose to fuck over Cale? Why was Choi Han here?

There was silence for a long moment.

Then,

“Cale-nim?”

Cale flinched. How did Choi Han ever know? Should he admit he was Cale? Or not? It was driving
him crazy. He couldn’t see Choi Han’s expression, but he could feel a very strong and intense stare.

“Are you Cale-nim? Are you okay?” Choi Han asked worriedly. Then, in a quieter voice, “Is that
not him? But it looks like Cale-nim’s butt.”

Now hold on a second. Why did Choi Han know what Cale’s ass looked like?
“C-Cale-nim?” Choi Han stepped closer. A gloved finger poked the love bite on Cale’s ass,
causing Cale to bite his lip and hold back a sound. “Uh… maybe this is a fake butt? I know there is
a lot of merchandise for Cale-nim but this… this is…”

Another finger touched him again, this time on his spent and drooping cock. Cale couldn’t help but
whimper this time, and the finger immediately retreated.

“N-No way! They even have his voice?!”

Cale was dying from embarrassment over here as Choi Han continued to scrutinize and
commentate on his ass.

“The inside…” Choi Han gulped. “Surely they couldn’t have replicated the insides?”

Cale pressed his face into the bed. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He was the real person,
goddammit. Would Choi Han faint if he knew?

“...Hngh!”

Cale’s hands tightened on the bedsheets once more as he gasped in surprise. He never would have
expected Choi Han to actually finger him too! One finger became two as Choi Han explored Cale’s
walls with the pads of his fingers, mapping every curve and ridge.

“So warm…” Choi Han muttered. Then, all of a sudden, his fingers were removed. “Ngh, no, I
can’t, I shouldn’t disrespect Cale-nim like this, even if this is not Cale-nim. If Cale-nim found
out…”

Soft footsteps echoed, growing quieter. Shit, how could Choi Han leave like this after Cale got
horny again? Cale didn’t want to lie down here and wait for god knows when for someone else to
arrive.

Cale gritted his teeth and bit out, “Do it, Choi Han.”

The footsteps stopped. Choi Han’s voice wavered as he asked, “H-Huh? Do… Do…”
Cale threw all feelings of shame out of the window. It was far too late to salvage his dignity. “Do
me . Fuck me with your dick. I know you want to.”

Quick footsteps grew louder until they paused before the wall. Cale could feel Choi Han’s
deliberation, and he could feel his own mounting frustration and horniness. He was going to make
up for the time he spent pent up by being utterly fucked to the maximum today.

Choi Han’s voice was tight as he tethered on his last strand of self-control. “But, Cale-nim—”

“Choi Han, please.”

“But—”

“Choi Han, for god’s sake, just fucking—ah!”

God, Cale loved the sensation of being filled so, so much. He could just thank Choi Han in
gratitude right now and kiss him.

“I-Is this okay, Cale-nim? Does it hurt?” Even with his dick sheathed inside Cale, Choi Han’s
voice was still concerned, and his gloved fingers were feather-light around Cale’s bruised hips as
though afraid of hurting him.

“It didn’t hurt the past few times, and it won’t h—hngh!”

All of a sudden, Choi Han’s gloved fingers grabbed tightly on Cale’s ass. In the next moment, Choi
Han was snapping his hips fervently and desperately. The sudden shift in attitude had Cale
scrambling. The wet slaps of skin against skin resounded around the room and it sounded… it
sounded strangely angry.

“Don't say that. Cale-nim,” Choi Han said, and his voice was warped with tears. “Cale-nim
shouldn’t be treated this way. I shouldn’t be treating Cale-nim this way! Why am I having these
illusions?”
Even as Choi Han was having a crisis, his hips never stopped moving, he couldn’t stop moving,
and Cale was enjoying the sensation of being fucked a bit too much to focus on Choi Han’s words.
There wasn’t a need to overthink sex. If it was good, if it felt good, then everything was fine.

Without a need to hide his identity any longer, Cale could fully release his voice, moaning as he
met Choi Han’s thrusts with his hips. Choi Han’s cock wasn’t obscenely huge like Toonka’s but it
was a perfect size for rocking his hips back against.

“Fuck, yes, right there!” Cale groaned. Cale’s voice seemed to encourage Choi Han because Choi
Han quickly learned the best angles Cale liked, although he continued to mutter things under his
breath.

Words and sounds were falling from Cale’s lips too, in the form of pleasured moans and ‘yes’ and
‘harder’ as Choi Han’s cock thrust in and out of him. Cale had cum so much that he had nothing
left in him to cum. He shuddered in pleasure, eyes rolling back from a dry orgasm as Choi Han
chased his own release.

Shortly after, Choi Han came in Cale with one, final deep thrust, coasting Cale’s insides with hot
semen. Choi Han gasped, drops of sweat dripping from the tips of his hair as he slowly came back
to reality. He backed away from Cale immediately with a deep flush going all the way to the tips of
his ears. Especially when he looked at the sight of his cum dripping out of the gaping hole of that
pale and shapely ass…

“I’m, I’m so sorry. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Um, I’m just, so, so sorry!” Cale heard
Choi Han rush out of the room after yelling those words.

Cale was sore and well-fucked, but he felt more refreshed than he had been in months. It felt like
all of the stress had been fucked out of him. He laid there in a pool of noodly limbs. He didn’t want
to move at all.

Even though it was kind of fucked up for the God of Death to lure him here like this without an
explanation, Cale couldn’t find it in himself to be angry since he got what he wanted out of it as
well. Still, why did everyone he know fuck him instead of random strangers? Was it staged by the
God of Death on purpose?

However, if this hole in wall thing was so common, maybe he should just do this again next
time… It would help him to get rid of all his sexual frustration without revealing his identity.
 Cale heard footsteps drawing closer again, but this time, the person entered the other side of the
room where Cale’s top half was. Cale turned his head to look at the newcomer and saw a muscular
body dressed in a black robe, with a plunging neckline that revealed bronzed skin. He knew who it
was instantly and frowned.

“Look at you,” God of Death cooed, brushing away Cale’s fringe away from his face so he could
get a better look at Cale’s glazed over eyes. Cale’s face was still flushed a soft pink, and God of
Death squealed over how adorable Cale looked. He pinched Cale’s soft cheek, laughing in delight
as he took advantage of the man’s weak state to play around him. “Did you have fun, Cale? You
sure seemed like you did.”

Cale hummed with his wrecked throat, showing his agreement.

“That’s great, I had fun watching you too. You have the prettiest orgasm faces. Gosh, I don’t think
I’ll be able to sleep tonight.”

“...” Cale didn’t know if he was going to regret saying this. “If you can’t sleep, then we should
have some fun ourselves. After you give me some water.”

“Wow, you insatiable little slut,” God of Despair laughed merrily. “I see you’d even fuck a God.”

“If a God can fuck me over, I don’t see why I can’t fuck them back.”

End Notes

End Note: Trying to be better at writing smut, hope y’all enjoyed! I was going to have Choi
Han discover Cale and clean him up and treat him nicely but the guilt fuck wrote itself and I
am but a mere vessel steered by wherever inspiration forces my hand.

For fun, this was the original fuck list I had in mind:
Bud “Wish I could see the rest of you, babe. With an ass so hot, your face must be
amazing.”
Alberu (Mystery fuck; known from ‘You’re driving me crazy’)
Taylor and Cage (Established relationship, Cage usually pegs Taylor but she's going to
watch Taylor fuck someone for the first time since he's able to stand now)
Beacrox (He scoops out the existing cum from Cale's ass. Calls him disgusting. Maybe uses
his thighs instead.)
Eric Wheelsman carefully fucking him
Toonka fucking him to hell and taking it as a challenge to not cum for as long as possible.
 Choi Han at the end finding Cale.

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