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Cute college girl gets passed around in suprise gangbang with school handymen! ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚⋆｡˚- ⋆.ೃ࿔* tw: non-con, dub-con, smut, 18+ ONLY, F!reader, age gap, reader is in college, rough gangbang, pet names, some soft aftercare at the end, irl situation + dreamed concepts, self-insert switch with reader, im a decrepit weirdo

Real life Scenario context: So... I'm in college and I live in an on-campus apartment.

My room door wouldn't lock at all, my bathtub wouldn't drain, and my room light went out within one week of me living there. Yay!

So we have this process called "work orders" that students can fill out and submit to the facility men to come fix whenever we need it done. And they... pretty much bust up into your dorm whenever they want whether you're there or not. They apparently have keys to whatever room they need to access (I wish I was lying).

Either way, the job gets done.

However, I was thinking... after the men very quickly entered my apartment without me knowing and fixed my tub, door lock, and light (and very clearly destroyed my bathroom toilet), what it would be like if I had've actually been in my apartment when the men came by... alone and unaware of when they were coming, completely docile and unprepared for what I thought was a service of maintenance.

Follow me here.

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You type away on your phone and fill out the online maintenance form before your 3rd class of the day starts. After adding all your info for the apartment building, room number, name, issues, etc, you submit the form and await an email stating the work order is "pending" or "received: work in process".

2 hours later and there's no confirmation saying your request was accepted. You sigh, hoping someone would've came to fix your shit while you were in class earlier. It would be awkward if someone were to come by while you were in the bathroom or taking a nap.

You decide to go back to your apartment anyway, noticing your other roommates aren't home. You quickly grab something to eat and then decide to clean before you take a nap and start on homework. No confirmation email so far for the work order, so you figured it'll be fine if you did your own thing.

You had plenty of time to handle business and get comfortable, right?

You blast music through your headphones as you run water in your bathroom to clean up and scrub areas that need attention. You can't hear anything other than your own voice humming and singing along to your music. You’re completely oblivious to whatever or whoever decides to walk through your apartment door.

You'll be fine, right?

A heavy hand raps at your front door, knocks booming down the echoing dorm-style hallways. Keys rattle and walkie talkies blare out static chatter.

"Matinence!!!" A man yells out, voice full of hoarse gusto. He waits for an answer, or listens for footsteps approaching the door to let him and his other crew mates in. But he receives no answer, and hears no acknowledgement to their arrival.

He huffs and knocks again, seemingly louder this time and calls out, "Maintenance!!!! Did someone send a work order here?!"

"Brat has the nerve to request 3 services and not answer?" Another man piped up, growing impatient at the ignorance of whoever is on the other side of the door. Another man agrees in tandem, reaching for his many keys to search for the key to open this apartment door.

The first man knocks once more, calling out and announcing as matinence. A few seconds later, nothing.

That's enough.

You're twirling around in your tiny bathroom as you bend down for cleaning supplies as four strange men enter your apartment, unbeknownst to you.

"Hello? Maintenance! We're here to check for a broken lock, light, and tub drain?!" The first man yells out again. The living room and kitchen is dead silent. The men take it that no one is here and proceed with the work order.

All four of them turn a left into the back hallway, reaching the left most room that was mentioned in the work order. Without knocking, they open the door to a room full of hot pink decor, Hello Kitty, Care Bears, and stuffies.

"Tch, you gotta be kidding me," another man snickers, placing his hands on his hips as they all look around the room. It was obvious that some delusional woman child lived here.

They see multiple pictures of a young woman on the wall, posed in many settings across the years. Her looks don't go unnoticed by either of them.

"She's a cutie," one man chuckles, admiring the kiddish and girly decor.

The other men agree with a light laugh, picking up the stuffed animals and invading the student's personal space: your personal space.

And yet you're still oblivious to four men standing right behind your bathroom door, chuckling at your room and sizing you up as if you weren't in the room with them. Your music guides you to the end of your cleaning routine, finally deciding to go down for a nap.

And then they notice a light on in the bathroom and hear water running. They all quirk a brow as they hear things being put into drawers and the water being turned off. The bathroom door rattles and cracks open.

You open it and raise your head to be stared back at by four unknown, burly men with tool boxes and cargo pants.

You jump and open your mouth to scream, as two of them lunge toward you to cover your mouth and hold you in place. The first man shushes you as you squirm, while the other shuts your room door.

"You send in a work order, ma'am?" One man asks. You continue your squeals as you're easily held in place next to your bathroom door. "We're just here to help."

Muffled screams follow as you drop to the floor. Your t-shirt and shorts ride up on you, exposing your pliant flesh to all four men. And all four of them can't help but stare.

Who would've thought that they all found your helpless struggling attractive?

"Shhh pretty girl, we're maintenance here from your institution. Need a door 'n drain fixed?" Another handy man questioned with something more or less hidden in his voice.

Your eyes widened in confused fear. You cease your whimpering (for now) and nod your head. The men that were holding you let you go and now tower over you, one flanking you, and one standing to your side in the doorway. The other two men gawked their eyes upon exposure to your tummy and upper thighs. Nothing but the shudder and rattle of heavy and quickened breaths filled the air, the situation becoming more and more awkward for you.

"Y'all, I think we should fix this gal's door lock first. Can't just have anyone walkin' in," one man pipes up. The other three men agree as they set their tool boxes on your floor. You sit motionless on the floor, your eyes on a constant swivel watching the strange men overwhelming your space.

"Awe, poor thing is shell shocked. Seems we gave her a spook," another man cooed, dropping down to his knees to meet you face to face.

"Don't worry, angel, we're good men just here to help. We won't hurt ya." The man reaches out a calloused hand and cups your face and flashes you a toothy grin. Your initial instinct is to quickly move your head back before he can touch you, but your head bumps into the legs of the man still standing behind you.

You look up at him and he returns a similar grin to you. Some feeling mixed with dread and arousal pools in your stomach, feeling the situation change by the second.

The man fixing your room door shuts it and tests the lock. The door locks successfully with a tight 'click!' and he lets out a busty chuckle.

"Got your door fixed, princess. That just leaves two more services."

You look at him with that same wide eyed stare, unable to speak. He sets his tool box in front of your door and now towers over you as well. A nasty laugh rumbles in his chest before he speaks.

"But... we think you need an additional service. Needa make sure you're good to go for the semester."

The other men murmur and chuckle in agreement, their hands latching onto their belts as they fiddle with them. You whip your head around to look at them as your head spins.

Is what you think is about to happen really about to happen?

"Ah uhm, no thank you. Y'all are too kind. I-I just needed the door, tub drain and fan light fixed, thank you," you said with a shaken voice. You really wish you had've stayed in your bathroom.

"Com' on, doll face, we're just looking out for you! Besides, didn't your daddy teach you it's rude not to greet people at your door?" one man rasped as he fished his thick member from his pants, slowly stroking it while staring you down like perfect prey.

"Yeahhh, was kinda rude how you left us alone outside for 5 minutes," another man joined, also pumping his cock.

"Don't worry, precious, you'll be more than grateful for our services by the time we're done here," the man in front of you said. He stands to his feet and removes his pants completely, giving you an arial view of dick and balls.

You whine as your thighs instinctively clench together, yet your gut feeling is telling you to leave. Without a second thought, you leap toward your bedroom door to attempt to escape.

Two men launch toward you and grab you quickly, bringing you back to your knees and pinning you against the door. You're now cornered completely by four beefy handymen as they fist their cocks to the sight of your disheveled form.

"Open up, pretty princess," one man strains as he leans his pelvis insanely close to your face, his lengthy dick squishing itself against your face. He slaps it against your puffy cheeks and all men giggle as you whimper. Tears start to well in your eyes as his cock head threatens to push past your plush lips.

His cock finally bullies past your lips and immediately slams into the back of your throat. You gag and choke on natural reflex, unable to move your body due to the two men holding you down against the door.

"Fuuuuuckkkk- slut's got a tight ass throat," the man fucking your face strangles out. With each of his thrusts, your head bangs against your door in a rhythm that resembles knocking. If he continued like this, you'd past out on the spot.

"Don't fucking move," one of the men who was holding you spits and rises to his feet. The other man holding you also stands ups, pumping his dick above you.

You sit obedient and shivering on the floor while each man passes their throbbing cocks past your swollen lips. Spit and slobber drips down your chin with each harsh thrust, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air when one man exits and another enters.

After each man has had his fill of your mouth, they unanimously decide to fill you up somewhere else.

"Wonder if her pussy will be as tight as her throat," one man grunts as he throws you over his shoulder and onto your back on your bed.

"You got her throat first, man. So I'm gonna be first in this cute little cunt," one of the men jaunt as he quickly finds purchase between your legs.

You body aches for multiple reasons as the man between your legs prys your shorts and panties off of your quivering body. A string of arousal connected to your sopping wet pussy and your panties stretches in length, making all the men groan in lust.

"You want my cock, pretty?" The man in front of you asks, tapping his heavy cock head on your sensitive clit. You cry out and curl your toes, biting your lip in failed attempts to keep your voice down.

"Gotta beg me. Haven't heard enough of that cute voice of yours."

"Say it, slut," he spat, plopping his cock head on your clit even harder. You shut your eyes and inhale sharply with a high pitched whine.

"P-please sir. Gimme your cock," you whimper in desperation. The ache in your core was itchy and persistently growing as time passed. You were almost driven to the point of tears, wanting nothing more than this nightmare to end as quickly as possible.

"Aaaatta girl~" he chuckled as he swipes his dick up and down your sopping slit. A string of curses fall past your lips and the remaining three men latch their hands onto their cocks. Two of the three stand at your side and insist you jerk them off as their colleague fucks you.

With a forceful thrust, the man pushes his heavy cock into your core. You yelp from the fresh feeling followed by a sigh of relief. Being filled up to the brim reduces the ache in your tummy. He sets the rhythm as his balls slap against your ass, disgusting wet noises bouncing off your insanely thin walls.

"Fuuuuckkkk yeah, dick's so fuckin' good," you drawl out. The man hooks his arms around your legs and begins to move quicker, making you bounce up and down against him.

"Pussy's definitely tighter-fuck-than 'er throat," he groans. Each thrust becomes deeper and deeper, and the men who has their cocks in your hands matched the same rhythmn of the man in your cunt.

He leaned more and more over you, eventually putting you in a mating press on top of your hello kitty sheets. You're already spent by the time the man quickly removes himself from inside you. You whine from the absence of being full. Your poor hole grows cold and numb. But don't worry, you've got three more cocks to fill you up just in time.

Each man takes their turn in passing you around, each one pounding you in different positions. They rough you up with their hands, throwing you around like a rag doll. Their rough hands find their way into your hair, around your throat, and send slaps across your cheeks. And in some situations, they have you suck their colleagues off while they fuck into you.

About an hour after these strange men infiltrated your room, you're creaming on each of their cocks with a loud wail.

"Shit, y'dunno how hard each of us had to keep from cumming inside of you, sweet girl," one of the men say out of breath. Another man picks your limp body up from your bed and places you back onto the floor. Here you are once again, on your knees while all four men loom over you.

They begin to each stroke their dicks as they directly stand above you. "Wanna paint your cute face white, baby," a man grunts as he furiously pumps his throbbing cock in his fist.

You stick your tongue out to receive the cum you're given by each man, swallowing as much as you could as they shoved their dicks down your sore throat once more. You catch yourself coughing up some as it spills onto your thighs and down your chin.

"Good fuckin' girl. Took us all like a champ," one of the men praised. He placed a large hand on top of your head to pet you. Each man did the same before redressing themselves and grabbing their tools.

The man who fixed your door earlier runs into the kitchen to grab you some water, and then enters your bathroom to grab you a warm, wet towel. He helps you clean yourself as the remaining three men fix your bathtub drain and your ceiling fan light.

After each job is done, the four handymen pull themselves together and tuck you into bed before preparing for their departure. You now lay in your bed, curled up under your fleece blanket, and stare at each of them with doe eyes.

"Thanks for the fun, sweetheart," one of the handymen whisper as they all exit your room. They all wave to you, and you return to them a soft smile.

Your room is now fixed and safe for the rest of the year thanks to your school's handymen.

And now you know that you can call them for more than just room maintenance.

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