N9nami [semi Hiatus]

And he was finally starting to lose his patience.

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Gojo had you bent over his table, one hand around your throat and the other on your hips as his cock drove into you in rough fast thrusts. “You wanted this didn't you?”

"Mngh—" He pulled out, watching you clench desperately around nothing. Gojo grinned and thrust inside once more, burying himself balls deep inside you. His balls slapped against the curve of your ass, making your cheeks bounce and yout body jerk forward.

Paperwork and pens clattered to the floor as you gripped the table for stability. "All those times—those outfits..you fucking tease."

Your moans and whimpers filled the room, tears streaming from your face in pure unfiltered pleasure. "Ngh..'toru you're soo deep."

You gasped, back arching as he rocked his hips into you, pulling out and slamming my cock back into your pussy each time.

Your back arched—pushing your ass against him, allowing him to slide deeper inside you.

"Fuck—you're killing me baby."

"You wanted this didn't you?"

"Yes," You moaned, knees feeling weak.

"How much?"

"So bad, 'toru please." You cried out, orgasm fast approaching.

"Good girl." Gojo rewards you by dropping a hand to your pussy, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.

Your pussy wetter as his thrusts got faster. He grunts, gripping your hip tighter. "Cum with me baby."

His hand squeezed your throat and that was your undoing. Your pussy clamped around his cock as you came. Eyes rolling back, hot white pleasure filling you. Gojo groans, his thrusts flattering. He thrusts into you one last time, cumming with you. You whimpered, ropes of him filling you over and over.

"Hah—look at you." Gojo pulls out, watching your joint orgasms leaking out of you, falling to the floor as you shuddered.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up."

Ryomen ✩ Sukuna – Wrath

Sukuna prided himself on one thing. He was a patient man. There's nothing in this world that made his patience slip—except for you of course.

It started with an outdoor activity—scavenger hunt. You came late, you refused to participate and even worse? You talked back to him. He thought since it's your first day there, you'd learn eventually but no—you only got worse.

He cornered you in the shed, trying to be civil with you and in return he got attitude and he had enough of you.

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"Open your mouth. If you're going to act like a whore, then suck me like one."

"Sir—" You begin to speak, the look in his eyes made you pause. Deep down, this is all you've wanted from him. He knew that—hell botj of you did.

You barely had time to breathe before he shoved his cock past your lips, stretching your mouth wide. A groan rumbled from his chest as he hit the back of your throat with barely any resistance. A choked sound slipping from you.

"Fuck—that's it," he growled, hips snapping up roughly. His hand gripped your hair harshly. Forcing you down to take more of him. "Take every fucking inch, brat."

Sukuna was merciless with you. He fucked your mouth with barely contained anger. Each thrust was deep, his thick cock bullying its way down your throat while his grip on your hair kept you exactly where he wanted you. Saliva dripped down your chin as you gagged and sputtered around him, hands scrambling to his thighs to grip desperately.

Sukuna grins, a sadistic smile on his face as he watched tears streaming down your face. "Yeah?Not so bratty now are you?"

He hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes glowing. "All those times I wanted to punish you for misbehaving...."

He held your head down, forcing you to take him to the hilt until your nose pressed against his pelvis—refusing to let you up for air. Your thighs clenched, each thrust from Sukuna made you even wetter.

Truth to be told, you thrived from this. All those days of acting like a total bitch finally paid off with his cock in your mouth and you had never been happier.

"You're loving this aren't ya?"

He groaned, pulling you back just to give you momentarily release before slamming back in.

The wet, filthy sounds of your mouth sucking him filled the shed. The gagging, slurping, his low angry grunts mixing with your muffled moans. Sukuna's thighs tensed beneath you as he fucked your face harder, chasing his pleasure. Your hand found it's way to his balls—a surpised moan slipping from Sukuna. Motivating you even futher.

"Ah—shit..I'm gonna cum." He tells you. His pace turned sloppy, hips snapping as he chases his orgasm. "Fucking swallow it."

With a groan, Sukuna buried himself down your throat and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum filling you. He held you there, twitching and pulsing. When he finally pulled out, strings of saliva and cum connected your swollen lips to his still-hard cock.

Sukuna stared down at your messy, tear-streaked face with dark satisfaction. He smirked. "Get up and all fours. Time to really punish you brat."

Toji ✩ Fushiguro – Greed

Toji had never prided himself as being a religious man. If someone told him, 2 years after retiring he'd be desperate and become a priest and some camp? He'd laugh right in their faces.

Truly, Toji had no idea what he was doing. But it paid him good money so he did what he was instructed. Life at the camp for Toji was exhausting at times but mostly pleasant.

At least until you came there.

Your parents had sent you to this camp after you had 'flirted' with your father's boss—which to be fair, wasn't entirely true. Toji's carefully constructed routine was destroyed the second you came to his confessional—wanting to be forgiven for your sins.

Then you made your own routine, finding his confessional booth every afternoon to 'confess'. Yet you only spoke about one thing. Him. It was beyond obvious of course, the way you described the 'temptation'. You told him how much you craved him—in the nastiest details ever.

Toji finally had enough of it when you slipped up (on purpose) saying his name.

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"Fuck..I need you. Right now." Toji sat on the narrow wooden bench and pulled you onto his lap, lining up his cock with your soaked entrance. You were beyond turned on—your nails digging into his shoulders.

He dragged you down onto him slowly, savoring every inch as your pussy stretched around his thickness.

"Mghh 'ji oh fuck.." You whimpered as you sank down on his cock. He was so huge. Toji groaned, eyes rolling back for a second.

"This is what I've been starving for...it took song long." Toji bottomed out, his hands gripped your hips with bruising greed and he started fucking up into you with deep, desperate strokes. He was pace was frantic, almosg like he couldn’t get enough of you. Ever since Toji's wife died his entire focus was on his job, not sex. Being in you felt so fucking live changing to him. "Been hard for days because of you,"

Your moans echoed in the small confession room. Your head falling against his shoulder as he claims you.

"..you've been in here whispering about wanting my cock and then leave me like nothing happened. Never again." You moaned loudly as he thrust up harder, his thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. The booth creaked with every greedy roll of his hips.

Toji's hands found your ass. Gripping your ass and pulling you down onto him. "Come on doll. Ride me,"

He tells you breathlessly, his voice rough with desperation. "Give me that greedy little pussy. It's mine now."

You moved your hips. Bouncing on his cock as he thrust up to meet you. The wet, filthy sound of your cunt taking every inch of him filled the small space. Toji looked completely lost in pleasure, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. "I'm never letting you go after this."

He groaned, fucking you deeper. "Gonna fill this tight cunt every single day. Keep you dripping with my cum inside you..you want that don't you?"

His pace grew faster, more urgent and pure greed taking over as he chased his pleasure and yours. One of his hands slipped between you, rubbing your clit in messy, desperate circles. Your whined, clenching around him. "Fuck 'ji plesse..im so close"

"Yeah? Cum on my cock doll. Milk me." you clenched hard around Toji as your orgasm hit. You hit his shoulder to muffle your scream, causing Toji to freeze. He cursed loudly and buried himself as deep as possible, pumping thick, hot loads of cum into you with greedy, stuttering thrusts. He held you down on him, making sure not a single drop escaped. You both sat there, breathless and needy.

"Again." he whispered, already starting to roll his hips again.

Suguru ✩ Geto – Envy

Being the disciplinarian of Camp Biscuits meant one thing. Order.

Suguru Geto had always been one to be orderly. He ensured the rules were carried out, kept the camp in order for Nanami and made sure everyone remained on their best behaviors.

So, what the hell was it with you?

You never once showed fear the authority in his voice nor have you listened. Instead you insisted on doing the complete opposite of keeping order.

You were always late to sessions, you refused to do what he said, he'd spot you by the river at midnight, half naked after being told not to go there.

Suguru hated it. He hated how much you ticked him off, he hated the fact you were so irresistible, he hated every moment of it.

You picked up on his unexplainable desire for you of course. It was only natural since..you wanted him too. Normally, you'd make your move on him but for once, you wanted him to break first.

So, it began with your teasing glances, the new found desire to obey the rules, the inappropriate clothes..flirting around with others.

Suguru catched on easily at what you wre trying. He wasn't stupid—obviously not. But..how could he really stop himself from temptation?

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"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" Suguru's voice was low and dangerously smooth, but laced with pure venom. He stood behind his desk, arms crossed, dark eyes burning with envy as he stared you down.

"Flirting with Satoru right in front of me? Knowing I was watching?" He stepped closer, tall and imposing, his long hair loose over one shoulder. The envy radiating off him was palpable— hot, ugly and starving.

"See, I think you wanted this. You wanted to make me jealous," he said, voice dropping even lower. "Guess what love? It worked."

"Mister Sug—" He cuts you off with his finger. Backing you against the wall, his mouth crashing against yours in a possessive angry kiss. His hands trailed down your body. Rough and greedy, sliding under your camp shirt and squeezing your breasts harshly. He broke the kiss, breathing heavilh. "These are mine, love. Not Gojo's or anyone else. Just mine."

"Mm...Suguru wait—" He spun you around and bent you over his desk, yanking your shorts and panties down in one harsh motion. Refusing to give you any time to speak.

You heard his belt and zipper, then felt the thick, heavy heat of his cock pressing against your soaked cunt. Suguru hissed. Rubbing his mushroom tip against your slit. "Shit. Look at you, already dripping...did flirting with him get you this wet? Hm?"

"Suguru s-stop talking and fuck me already—ah!"

Suguru pushed inside you with one deep thrust, burying his cock to the hilt. A broken moan left your throat as he stretched you open.

He groans at your tightness. Giving you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside. After a moment he starts fucking you with hard, deep strokes that made the desk creak beneath you. "See who's fuckin' you? Not him. Me. I see the way he looks at you and I want to kill him."

"Do you want a death on my hands, love?" Every thrust was fueled by jealousy. He gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock like he was trying to claim you completely. "S-slow down—hah no..no killing please."

"Shut up." he grits, a hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. "I'm going to make sure every time you sit down tomorrow, you're going to feel me."

He leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he drove into you faster. "Say it love. Tell me whose cock is ruining this pretty pussy right now." "Yours, Sugu—fuck, all yours" you gasped, your hips pushing back against him, chasing your orgasm.

"Good girl."

His pace turned punishing, hips snapping against your ass. "And I'm the only one who gets to fuck you. The only one who gets to fill you up."

His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles while his cock kept pounding into you. The pleasure got too much. You clenched around him desperately, eyes rolling back as you finally came around his cock and crying out his name. Suguru followed right after with a groan. Your grip on his cock so tight—literally milking him. He buried himself as deep as possible, pumping thick ropes of cum inside you, like he was marking his territory—which he was.

He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing heavily against your neck, still twitching. "Don't ever test me like that again," he whispered, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your shoulder.

"Maybe don't pretend you don't want me then.."

Suguru's eyes darkened at your words. "Oh yeah? Seems like I didn't discipline you enough yet."

Nanami ✩ Kento – Sloth

Nanami Kento was overworked and deprived of sex. Being the leader of Camp Biscuits came with it's pros and cons—mostly cons.

He had to work everyday regardless of the staff he had. He hated every single second of his job. Sometimes he'd wonder, was quitting easier? Or..perhaps a trip to Malaysia?

Of course none of those became reality. Nanami began slacking off as the weeks went on. Having you as a new member in his camp messed with his head more than he wanted to admit. Regardless of hating every minute of his job, he never slacked off. Never once broke his composure or his neat proper schedule.

But, you were so irresistible. A beautiful sweet lady always talking to him in the sweetest tone ever. In his mind, you were sent from the gods above to help him.

And he definitely made the most of this..blessing he'd like to say.

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Nanami's private quarters was on the other side of the camp. Quiet and dimly lit. Nanami lounged back on the large leather couch. His shirt was unbuttoned, tie loosened and his blond hair slightly messy as he watched you with heavy-lidded eyes.

"You've been awfully restless lately, princess" he tells you. You've been teasing him for weeks after catching on his desire for you. At first, it started with innocent gestures before they got bolder. Bending over in front of him, "accidentally" brushing against his body, wearing shorter and shorter skirts whenever you saw him. Nanami pretended he hadn't notice your desperate acts. Afterall, how could he?

Instead, he waited until you needed him beyond resisting. Like tonight.

"Come here," he ordered calmly, patting his thigh. You straddled him without hesitation—too far gone before he even touched you. Nanami didn't move much. It was late at night and he was tired. To his surpise you werent wearing panties under that dress of yours. Your wetness soaking his pants.

He leaned back further, one hand resting on your waist while the other guided his thick, heavy cock out of his pants. He was already rock hard, veins pulsing and leaking pre as he rubbed the fat tip along your soaked slit. "Ride me princess."

He whispers—his eyes burning with quiet hunger. "Fuck yourself on my cock like a good girl yeah?"

"O-okay.." you mumbled, raising your hips before you sank down onto him with a shaky moan, stretching around his girth. Nanami let out a sigh of pleasure as your warm, wet cunt swallowed his every inch.

"That’s it..." he breathed, head tilting back against the couch. "Good girl."

His hand stayed steady on your hips—allowing you to choose the pace. Your moans and whining filled the room whenever you sank back down—allowing his tip to hit your cervix. His hands lazily squeezed your ass.

"Fuck princess look at you," he said quietly, voice roughening. "Such a desperate little thing aren't you?"

"Mngh—yes..please you feel so good."

You began picking up your pace, moaning as his cock dragged against every sweet spot inside you. Nanami's breathing grew heavier, every whimper you made felt like music.

"Faster princess," he commanded softly, eyes half-closed. "I want to feel you creaming all over me."

His fingers finally moved from your hips, trailing down to between you two. He lazily rubs slow circles on your clit while you bounced on his cock. The contrast between his relaxed posture and the filthy way his dick stretched you open was dizzying. "I—I can't anymore please..so tired Ken."

Your legs started shaking, orgasm approaching causing Nanami to take the lead. He thrusts up in you few from below, just enough to push you over the edge.You came hard, pussy clamping down around him as you cried out. Nanami groaned lowly, eyes fluttering shut in pure lazy bliss as he spilled deep inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding your cunt while he held you down on him.

Even after finishing, he didn't pull out yet. He wrapped one arm around you, keeping you seated on his cock as he relaxed back into the couch again, breathing steady. "Stay like this for a while princess..." he murmured, voice sleepy and satisfied.

Hiromi ✩ Higuruma – Lust

The elder's private quarters were quiet and dimly lit by candlelight. Hiromi Higuruma, one of the camp's most respected spiritual elders, had you sitting on the edge of his heavy oak desk with your legs spread obscenely wide. His dark eyes burned with pure, unfiltered lust as he stared at your glistening cunt like a starving man. "You keep coming to me night after night," he murmured, voice low and rough.

"...confessing how you touch yourself thinking about my mouth. How you soak your panties during my sermons just from watching my lips move."

He slowly sank to his knees in front of you, robe partially open, revealing his toned chest. Lust had completely consumed him. "Oh and I'm so done resisting."

Hiromi grabbed your thighs and yanked you forward roughly, burying his face between your legs. His hot tongue dragged straight up your dripping slit, licking a long, filthy stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit. The sudden pleasure causing you to jolt. A moan slipping past.

"Fuck...you taste even better than I imagined," he groaned against your cunt, the vibration making you twitch. He was shameless — loud, wet, and ravenous. He licked and sucked like a man possessed, tongue fucking deep into your hole before pulling back to swirl around your clit.

Two long fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spongy spot while his mouth latched onto your clit and sucked hard. You whimpered. Fingers gripping his hair as your hips bucked against his face.

Hiromi growled in approval, the sound vibrating through your core. He devoured you like a man starving. His nose bumping your clit as fingers pumping deep and fast inside fo you. Slick sounds filled the room as he ate you out like he'd been fantasizing about it for months.

"Look at this pretty cunt dripping all over my face," he groaned, pulling back just enough for you to see his chin and lips shiny with your juices. You blushed. Suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"Ugh can you..stop talking?"

"You were grinding on my face like a desperate slut and now you're embarrassed?" He smirks at your flustered face before he dives back in even more desperately, sucking your clit harder while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot inside you. His other hand gripped your thigh so tightly to ensure you couldn't escape.

"Hiro! W-wait fuck, I'm gonna cum—" you whimpered, legs shaking around his head. He doesn't stop. If anything, he became more aggressive. His fingers hit the sensitive part inside of you, sending you over the edge. You came hard, crying out his name as your cunt clenched around his fingers and gushed against his tongue.

Hiromi groaned. Licking and sucking up every drop like he was addicted, refusing to pull away even as you twitched and trembled from overstimulation. Your back arching as you try to escape. "T-too much I can't—"

He finally lifted his head, his eyes were glazed with lust, lips swollen and glistening. He pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh, breathing heavily.

"Too much?" he grins, voice dark and dripping. "We're not done until I have you squirting on my tounge baby."

He leaned back in, flattening his tongue against your sensitive clit with a hungry groan. Your eyed rolling back. "Shut up and let me enjoy my meal."

Choso ✩ Kamo – Gluttony

Choso had never once encountered seduction or temptation during his years as a cleaner at Camp Biscuits. Make no mistake, he wasn't a virgin. After his first fuck, he never found anyone else interesting enough to focus on.

Until you.

Choso was inlove with you. The moment he was cleaning and some kid knocked over his supplies and you helped him? He fell inlove. Truly, you were an angel in his eyes.

And he'd do anything for you.

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The camp's old storage cabin behind the mess hall was quiet and dimly lit. Choso had you pressed against a stack of wooden crates, his large hands gripping your thighs like he was afraid you'd disappear.

"I-I tried to stay away," he breathed, voice hoarse and shaky. "I really did...but you kept hanging out with me, smiling at me, letting me see you in those tiny shorts. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm so fucking hungry all the time. For you."

"Please let me taste you.." He whimpered dropping to his knees right there on the dusty floor. "Can I have you?"

You looked down at him, flustered and grinned. "Okay.."

That confirmation was all he needed. He yanked your shorts and panties down in one desperate tug—wasting no time to bury his face between your legs like a starving man. A deep, guttural moan ripped from his chest the second his tongue touched your pussy. His eyes rolling back at your taste.

"You taste so divine—hah..my angel." he groaned, licking long, messy stripes up your slit before sucking your clit into his mouth.

He was loud, sloppy shameless—eating you out like your cunt was the best thing he'd ever tasted in his life. Choso's hands squeezed your ass, pulling you harder against his face as he devoured you. Your hand gripped his hair, your head falling against the wall. "Yeah..mmm Cho just like that."

His tongue pushed inside you, fucking in and out while he moaned and hummed in pleasure, the vibrations shooting straight through your core.

Two thick fingers joined his tounge. Sliding deep into your soaked pussy and curling greedily. He couldn't get enough really—he kept pressing his face deeper, rubbing his nose against your clit while his tongue worked you relentlessly. Your grip on his hair tightened as your legs started shaking. Choso whimpered against your cunt when you clenched around his fingers, clearly loving every reaction you gave him.

"D-don't stop—please don't stop," you whimpered between the wet, filthy licks. Your moans served to motivate him. He sucked harder, fingers pumping faster, completely lost in pleasure.

When you finally came, crying out his name and gushing against his mouth, Choso moaned like he was the one orgasming. He licked and drank up every drop, refusing to pull away even as you twitched from sensitivity.

But he still wasn't satisfied. He stood up, breathing heavily, lips and chin shiny with your juices. Without a word he lifted you onto the crates, spread your legs wider and dropped back down to continue eating you out. "One more," he rasped, eyes glassy with hunger.

"Just one more please my angel." he whimpers, his tongue flattening against your sensitive clit again as he groaned in pure bliss.

"Ah—Cho!"

He wasn't going to settle for simply letting them off the hook with a warning, despite them explaining that they'd come from the town west of there where a small amount of pot wasn't considered illegal.

He didn't seem to care for their excuses. Informing them that they'd all be held to a DRE protocol at the station. Where he would not only fine the dreadlocked driver for speeding, despite she having sworn he was only drifting a mere one or two kilometres per hour above the speed limit in the forty zone, but a DUID as well.

He was not just strict but thorough. Unbelievably so, at that.

Thankfully, good girl that she is, she passed the drug test. Despite her nervous pitter-patter heart telling her that she was doomed, having breathed in the fumes inside the stuffed vehicle during the lengthy car-trip.

But, it would seem luck was on her side this time.

All in all, she had no reason to complain. As all his questions, rough as his tone might have been, were fairly easy to answer anyway, despite the obvious disapproval and judgement he passed onto her for hitching a ride with drugged strangers. But, there was nothing more or else to do but simply tell the truth, and try and smile her way through it. Where as soon as her negative test returned, she was allowed to collect her belongings and be on her way.

With a slight delay, as he'd insisted on knowing exactly what it was she planned on doing in his suburban forest-swallowed-in-the-middle-of-absolutely-fucking-nowhere tiny town.

"You might have passed the DRE, but evaluating your state of mind is beyond what the test has in its capabilities." The man stated, using big words to talk down the young lady. "I need to know what you'll be up to in my town." He demanded, standing straight on the other side of the counter at the reception in the small-town police-station, keeping her phone in the clutch of his roughened hand, the bigger newer model somehow looking like the tiniest thing his palm. "Or are you still, as you put it, not too sure?"

She bit her lip under his scrutiny. "I know it might sound a bit..."

She looked up at him through her lashes, instantly regretting it. Flaking under his harsh gaze and the tough grim line that made up his frown.

"Uhm..."

She blinked and shifted her weight, trying to remember what it was she where saying. Swallowing thickly as he crossed his arms over his puffed chest, cocking his head at her, seconds away from tapping his boot on the ground in his diminishing patience.

"Dumb..."

She felt like a little girl again, when the teacher asked her to stand up and read out loud.

"But I promise I'm not high..."

She scolded herself. Now she sounded like a little girl too.

"I'm just..."

She took a breath, trying to relax with a small laugh.

"Taking a break from the conventional."

The man's eyes grew duller, peculiar color in them, brown but leaning towards the burn in auburn, looking red in the spotlight of the precinct.

"And that entails not knowing where you are or where you're going?" Tone every drop worth of patronising as his senior age allowed.

Being roughly between thirty and forty, if she were to take a guess. Meaning, his career as a law-enforcer started around the same time she was still learning to walk without falling on her face.

"Well, knowing that would be considered conventional." She argued. Smiling awkwardly up at the man who seemed to grow more fed-up with every word she breathed. "So... yes."

He gave a curt gruff scoff. Lightly shaking his head in disapproval. Still staring down at her where she stood small with her toes pointing inward at each other.

"There's only one hotel. I'll drive you so you don't get lost in the unconventional."

He fished for the keys in his jacket and strode past her. Her phone and some other pocket junk left on the counter for her to take.

At least he was helpful, she thought. Grabbing her things and stuffing her pockets before hurrying out so he not chastise her for being slow.

Finding she grew anxious when needing to choose to sit in the front like she'd done on the way down or in the back. Not wanting to make another mistake that he most certainly would make apparent.

She made a gamble and got in beside him again. Like a regular ride-along, given she wasn't arrested.

He didn't comment, though refused to do as much as even start the car before she was completely settled and strapped in.

Further making not a single sound as he drove, disturbingly according to the speed-limit, not a number above and not a digit below. Both hands kept perfectly on the wheel besides those times he had to shift gears, which too was done with a strict veteran skill.

She thought of scrolling through her phone, but felt that if she did, the blonde would push in a snide lecturing comment about her being a hypocrite according to her earlier statement about being unconventional.

He seemed like the type who badmouthed youth who were too consumed by their modern digital trinkets and internet.

She didn't want to be put under his scrutiny again, so she opted for simply sitting there. Mulling over the large legroom she had where her seat was pushed back to its full extent. Feeling slightly bad for what poor sucker needed to sit crammed in the back when being taken to spend the night on the hard concrete floors of the custody suite at the station, where all six hippies were now currently cooped up.

She thought of pulling her seat up, but then thought again. Knowing the car's owner probably wouldn't appreciate her adjusting things.

She gave him a side eye when realising he'd probably pulled the seat this far back on purpose, as to make the arrest uncomfortable in every which possible way.

Cops are so bitter, she thought as she thanked him for the ride and slipped off her seatbelt. Shuffling out the door where she'd been dropped off on the pavement next to the hotel.

She waved, giving the older man a smile. Thinking it was a shame he was so stiff when he looked like such a rouge badass. She'd given his hand a good examination to see if anyone had dared marry him. Finding not so much as a pale remnant of a ring around his finger.

She humoured the thought as the reason to why he was so sour.

And that thought just continued increasing its value. As in her day-and-a-half-stay so far, he’d visited her a whole sum of three times. Twice the first day, and now.

Way-too fucking early in the morning.

The knocks on the door couldn't have been anyone else.

"Mornin', sheriff Bakugou." She feigned surprise as she greeted him. A sarcastic cheer tainting her tone even in its groggy state.

Yawning as she leaned against the frame. Still in her nighty. A pair of short shorts and a crop-top.

"Have I done something bad again?" She teased. Wiggling her brows at the tough ash-blonde standing in a stoic square stance in her doorway. His chunky-muscled arms crossed tightly over his bulging chest. Looking far too buff to be but a small-town sheriff.

"You didn't commit any crimes last time." He clarified.

"Oh, right." She giggled. Thinking he could have had her fooled with all this recon he was doing on her. "Except that of stupidity!" She joked. "As you..."

He did not share her smile.

"Made clear..."

His stare couldn't make her any more awkward where she shifted her weight from one foot to the next yet again for what must have been about the dozenth time since she opened the door. Refraining from picking at the skin of her nails by shoving her hands into the small pockets of her shorts. Trying to keep a smile on her face, but only managing to look dorky.

She let out another small laugh, after a while of waiting for him to say something only for him to stand there. Same dull expressionless face all except the one brow cocked at her in scrutiny. Making her feel like she was missing something she ought not have.

"Uhm... well, if not to put me in handcuffs, what brings you by, again?" She tried not sounding too tired of his visits. Though felt like she failed in keeping the irritation out of her tone.

He sighed. Giving a slight shake of his head once again before finding her gaze. Eyes jaded, as though he was fed-up with trying to explain something basic to a child who let everything go over their stupid little head.

"It's my duty to follow up on strange individuals lurking about my town."

She fought the urge to roll her eyes at him. Trying her best not to purse her lips and pout or let slip a whiny groan. Coxing herself into being friendly with another chuckle. Trying to find the absurdity in it instead of getting vexed.

"A potential danger, am I?"

"To yourself most apparently." He answered. Still equally unamused. Giving her yet another bothered sigh before continuing, still in the same deeply sour tone. "Now that you've had some time to settle, have you any clue how long you plan on staying?"

She tried ignoring the patronising way he beheld her. Especially when she didn't have anything to defend herself from it with.

"Well... not entirely." She answered. Already bracing for his judgement. "Whole point of living unconventionally, you know..."

She didn't know why she bothered trying to explain when he had obviously made the choice to look down on her.

"But..."

She decided to just give him an answer.

Any answer, no mind to it being precise or not. Just in an effort to get him off her back.

"Probably no more than three or four days."

"And you have no idea what you plan on doing here for three or four days?"

Holy shit this cop was persistent on being an asshole. Town too small, crimes too few, too much testosterone, no wife keeping him happy. She'd never wanted to flip someone off so badly.

She took a second to breathe. Eye almost twitching at the embodiment of patronisation standing ridiculously tall and brawny before her.

"Aren't you tired of getting the same answer to all your questions?"

"Standard procedure, young miss." He answered, mirroring her passive-aggressive spite.

The slight tug of his lips gone too quickly for her to see even as she glared daggers at the man.

"Is it?" She let slip. Tone sharp like a polished knife.

His brows rose. Clicking his pen as he made a note in his flip book.

"We don't get a lot of strangers here... so excuse me for being thorough."

She tried forcing herself to calm down, despite her curiosity burning for what the actual flying fuck he was writing shit down for.

"Of course, sheriff." Her tone was still stiff, even as she tried her best to make her words respectful. Though it was all she could muster through grit teeth. "Well... if I have to talk... I guess some of the things I'mma do is... uhm..."

She put a knuckle to her lip as she wracked her brain. Trying to simply just come up with anything at this point, just so he would lay off already.

"Uhm... I'll probably go to some local shops... and... ask around for what's to see and... get some deets on any suburban legends you keep out here... and then I'll be out of your hair again in no time at all."

"Alright."

He made another note. Swift pen-strokes down on the yellow paper of his flip-book.

"Thank you for your time, miss."

He flicked the brim of his brown sheriff-hat at her with a slight nod. His eyes never leaving her. Making her feel small and icky where she stood showing off just a bit too much skin.

She's never forced a smile so tight before. Eyes squinting into blindness. Her nose even scrunching from the impact.

"No prob, sheriff. See yah."

She wanted nothing more but to slam the door at him and fling herself on the bed with a groan, but didn't want to give him any more reason to read her like a disrespectful brat who didn't understand her own good. So, she pushed through it, standing there, still with that awful smile cramping her face, waving the imposing sheriff off.

Deciding to rid herself of the bitter aftertaste of bigotry and slight misogyny the sheriff had left in her mouth with a walk, thinking that maybe she ought to just move on to the next town as there wasn't really all that much to see in the small suburb anyway.

So little she in fact found herself walking the paths of the forest instead, trodding down the fallen barnacles, listening to the chipper song of the birds and the laughter of the river, looking over the strange formation of knocked over trees, roots ripped from the ground, coated with moss, easily mistaken for hunch-back trolls even in the crispy light of day. It made her smile.

But, it seemed in spite of being swallowed by the serenity of the forest and all the mystical fantasies she could conjure from what she saw in the total lack of traffic and buzzy city lights, she wasn't allowed any of that suburb country-side peace after all. Because, just back from her walk, leaning against his smooth sheriff-car that donned not a scratch or bulk in its fine glossy black paint-job, was none other than the man of the town himself.

"Sheriff, twice a day every day, you must like me a lot." She called, lazy smile shaping her face as she walked passed him and his crossed arms and big black lace-up boots.

"You've been in the wood." He commented and she wondered whether she smelled like pine-trees or if he could spot the mud on her shoes. Each thought making her self-conscious of what other things he could see that she couldn't.

But she decided to not let the paranoia eat away at her, writing it of as just a trick of the trade.

"You've a keen eye, guess you're not the sheriff for nothing."

"There are wolves out there." He informed plainly.

"Oh, I know, I saw the tracks." She called back, listening to him follow her closely, looming behind her where she stood fishing for the keys in her bag, praying that she hadn't been a clumsy idiot and lost them when running through the trees. That would have been too embarrassing, and what worse it would justify all those patronising glares he'd given her so far.

Luckily, she found them, tucked in the side pocket for easy access.

She smiled at her own cleverness before being reminded that refraining from losing her keys was not exactly worthy of celebration.

She swore the man behind her made her thirst for any form of victory or proof she could make it as an adult, any reason for him not to look at her as though she was still some brat with her mouth full of sand at the playground.

"Thought I might drink from the paw-print and turn myself into a werewolf."

She wanted to slap herself for her own childishness, her statement being a clear bratty retaliation to his condescending tone, a big ol' if you treat me like a child, I'll be the biggest child you've ever seen!

She turned to look at him, thinking his hair matched his uniform too much, so much that all the colors blended together into one big dull soup of beige. Literally the most boring colour in the world. Only exception to the colour-palette was the starkness of his eyes, that dark hardened gaze that seemed so intent on making her feel foolish and the toughened deep-set frown of his brow making her feel like such a complete waste of his time.

She offered a small shy smile and nervous laugh.

"That was a joke." She excused. "I didn't actually dri-"

He cut off her silly explanation with another low-toned monotonous correction. "The forests are off-limits to those that aren't trained to handle its dangers."

It was disturbing how little his face changed with his words, having but two or three expressions at his disposal. It was either the dull displeased look, or the patronising slight rise of his brows, sometimes accompanied by a heavy sigh, then the small shake of his head as he closed his eyes, maybe even pinching the bridge to his nose, as though he'd never met anyone more incompetent than the stupid girl standing before him.

Her fist clenched at her side, gripping the key in the other.

"I didn't see any signs?" She tried hard not to grit her teeth at the aggravating male.

"Well, now you know better, don't you?"

She couldn't help the reflex of narrowing her eyes at him.

She gave him a small scoff before following up with a stiff smile.

"I know it's a small town, but surely the sheriff must have better things to do than waste his time on silly one-timer tourists like me?"

Something eerie played in his eyes at her tone, but it vanished before she could really put her finger on it.

"Don't go wandering the forest again. I know it can be hard to understand, but it's dangerous out there and I'm not interested in finding another silly little girl mauled up by wolves 'cause she didn't know her own good." He talked down, knuckles on his hips as he bowed to level with her height, a hair's length away from her face and those blazing defiant eyes staring back at him, a second away from loosing her shit and insulting an officer of the law.

He would have no choice but to put the lost little thing in cuffs and take her down to the station, where she'd have to spend her night on the cold cell's concrete-floor and atone for her disorderly conduct. Having to wait to be let out by him the next morning and apologise for her childish outburst-

She giggled, and he rose a brow, needing to applaud her skill of self-restraint.

"That's fine, I was done anyway. Don't worry, sir, I'll be out of your hair soon so you can go back to your normal sheriff duties."

It was time to get the fuck out of dodge and never see this douche again.

She would probably just go home at this point, as drained and fed-up with the whole seeing-new-places and meeting-new-people thing as she was, despite having been so adamant on it when she'd started off.

Turns out people suck and places are mediocre at best.

"You said you'd be staying four days?" The sheriff questioned, having straightened himself and gotten out her face, brow quirked at her.

"No... I said I won't stay longer than four days." She corrected, a small coy smile on her lips.

"You've only been here two." He stated and she cracked a grin.

"Last time I checked, two days was still no longer than four." She quipped, getting ready to excuse herself to go pack.

"And how exactly do you plan on leaving?"

The sheriff's expression had relaxed again as he shifted his weight to one foot, arms folded over his chest, head tilted to the side smugly.

"The... bus-" She tried, but got a weary feeling from the way he looked her down.

"The bus that left today at six?" He cut her off with a scoff, rolling his eyes. "And won't be leaving again until sometime next week?"

She gaped up at him before closing her mouth to a pout.

"The bus only leaves once a week?"

"If you're lucky." He laughed. "No one usually comes around here, and when they do, they stay for good."

She chewed her lip for a while, eyes down at where she fiddled with her hands, thinking until looking up when an idea came to mind.

"Have the hippies left yet?" She asked, but came to her own rescue. "I mean the... uhm... bohemians?"

He gave that same judgemental sigh as he cracked his knuckles once on each hand before answering. "I got business in our neighbouring town. The bus there leaves once every third hour. You can hitch a ride with me." He offered casually though with slight annoyance tainting his tone.

"Really?"

She had a hint of cute chagrin painted on her face and laced in her tone now, looking up at him through her lashes.

"That's really kind of you, are you sure I won't be a bother?"

He liked that mixture of humiliation and humility on her.

Looks about right.

"Be ready in an hour." He grumbled and turned, leaving her there with her tail tucked between her legs, smug smirk spreading on his lips the second she couldn't see his face.

"Yes, sir." She called in slight sarcasm at his military command, doing a mock salute at his retreating back before closing her door and dropping her backpack on the bed, stuffing the few belonging she'd brought with her into the worn out sack, rushing the process out of a wish for showering the sweat of her hike off before sitting in a car for however long a trip it would be with the judgemental sheriff right next to her.

All packed she delivered her room-key in the reception and made way to wait on the sidewalk where, to no surprise, the sheriff was parked already waiting, honking at her even though she walked straight towards the unmistakable black cop-car.

"You're an unsolved missing person's case begging to happen, you know that?" Was the first thing he said as she jumped in beside him. "Who'll ever know where to look for you? You barely even know where you are yourself."

"Good thing I scored a ride along with the sheriff then, I guess." She answered with a smile, clicking her seatbelt in place.

He scoffed. "Yeah..."

Sighing as she placed her bag at her feet where she could spare the room, she looked at the time then at the man.

"How far to the next town?"

"An hour or so." He answered, eyes laid strictly on the plain road in front, consumed by heavy foliage on both sides.

"Oh-" She yawned, despite it being early. "Okay..." Voice sleepy, probably due to spending the entire morning in the sun.

"I'll wake you when we're there." He said, sparing her a quick glance from the corner of his eye as she laid her head against the glass, hands in her lap.

"That's okay, I won't fall asleep..." She promised as she closed her eyes, making him roll his.

"Tch-"

Silly tourist.

Cute little empty-headed starry-eyed brat.

She's had her last adventure.

He didn't need the gun, but it had always suited him like second-nature, like an extension of his arm, like he was shooting from his palm and not the barrel.

He stroked the cold metal muzzle up her cheek, brushed a lock of hair from out her face, studying her.

Eyes trailing from the freckle on her cheek which could be mistaken dirt, to the small cut on her chin, fresh from having let the twigs in the forest whip at her face as she explored, sun-kissed and slightly sunburned, hair loose in a tangled mess, wet from what must have been a shower, though not a very thorough one as a barnacle from the pines was still sticking through the birds-nest, as though she were a pincushion.

She awoke softly, no mind to worry about the stranger with a gun next to her.

"Mh, we stopped... we there?" Voice groggy but smooth, blinking gently to rid herself of sleep, eyes taking their time to focus, landing on the large black glock pointed at her.

Doe-eyes widened slowly upon the recognition of the firearm, large like moons, lips a timid line of fear, swallowing thickly.

"What's happening?"

"Stupid girl." Bakugo scoffed. "I warned you." The man chuckled, unfriendly smile carved on his lips. "The only time anyone will ever see your cute face again, is plastered on the side of a milk-carton."

Eyes wide as she took the gamble of whipping about to pull on the door-handle, desperately trying to pop her car-door open, but finding the child's safety lock having been turned on, leaving her a sitting duck for the bullets in front of her.

He clicked his tongue, nodding the gun at her when she turned her head to look at him again, done with her foolish escape attempt that would have left her bleeding if she'd succeeded.

"Open the glove-compartment."

She did what she was told, mumbling sweet little pleas all the while reaching trembling hands towards the drawer-handle, pressing it to make it gape open with a drop, a pair of metal cuffs shining atop the other organised manuals and gloves found there.

"Put'em on." He ordered, making a pointed gesture with the firearm in his hand.

She took the heavy metal loops and clumsily clicked them in place around her small wrists.

"Tighter." He barked and she yelped, pressing them on until they were digging into the fine skin around her joints. "Good."

"Why are you doing this?" She cried, panicking where she sat knees pressed together and shoulders hunched, her conjoined hands raised to shield herself as though it would do any help if he decided to pull the trigger on her.

"How couldn't I?" He answered question with question. "Wide-eyed naive little girls like you need someone to teach you a lesson about the dangers in this world." He explained, the tone of condescension plainly terrifying rather than aggravating now that he held her at gun-point. "How easy it is to find yourself in a place you don't want to be."

Her list of regrets where a mile long by know. How she wished she'd listened and spent her summer with friends and family instead of doing something so silly as trying to find herself.

He leaned in closer, cool gun stroking her cheek, smearing tears as she quivered while petrified in place.

"If you run..." He started, eyes a stark abnormal scarlet. "I'll cripple you."

She whimpered, biting into her lip as her chest heaved.

"Understand?" He asked, still with his gun on her face, cold muzzle kissing her jawline, waiting for an answer that didn't come. "Understand?!" He repeated, clearly angry, impatient as he dug the gun up under her chin, making her raise her head to the sky and squeeze her eyes shut tightly.

"Y-yes!" She sobbed.

He removed the glock and allowed her head to drop.

"What happened to sir?" He asked, tone having calmed down again, though eerily so into that degrading soft timber, the one used when talking to a child.

"Yes, s-sir."

She looked at him in plead, misty-eyes and teary lips, cheeks bloated and biteable.

"Good girl." He praised and she whimpered in disgust. "Now stay."

He threatened her with the shooter, keeping it and his eyes pointed at her as he opened his door, keys in his other hand, clicking it into a lock once closing the car behind him. Rounding the hood, he clicked the keys again, opening her side, gun in her face.

"Get out."

He grabbed a painful hold of her upper-arm, dragging her out, slamming the door shut then shoving her against it, making her squeal out a cry, looking scared shitless and shivering like a seizure as he pulled the hem of her shirt up with the snout to his gun, stroking the cold metal up her seemingly burning skin, lifting the fabric up over the cute little breasts kept in her bra, squeezed together where she had her shoulders huddled in cowardice.

"Please-" She squeaked and he dropped her shirt in favour of shoving the gun's muzzle against her lips.

He clicked his tongue, tutting at her. "Shut up."

She went cross-eyed as she stared down at the barrel put in her face, making his pants tug at the sight of her pitiful shocked expression directed at something as perfect a size as a glock nudged against the plumpness of her wet lips.

"Turn around." He growled, seizing the back of her neck with a strong hand, spinning her stomach-first into the door, gun pressed against the small of her back as he kicked her feet farther apart, watching her spread them with a little whine as she lost her balance and needed to brace herself against the car with her cuffed hands.

She whimpered as his hand traveled downwards, over her breasts and down her stomach, cupping her sex roughly, making her want to wrench away, ass backing up right into his crotch while he continued the body-search despite not thinking she had the mind to arm herself with anything worth being wary of. Except for maybe a cute little pocket-knife. But, feeling up her plush thighs through the annoyingly thick fabric of her shorts, he was certain she wasn't keeping anything hidden from him.

"Walk." He pulled her from the car and shoved her forward, nearly making her stumble into a fall if he hadn't have held onto the fabric of her top, wrinkling and stretching the fabric in his grip as he pushed her froward, the hard round nose to his gun still poking into her back.

She nearly tripped with every step over the gravel, feet only barely shuffling forward as he pushed her towards a large dark red-wooden cabin.

He wrung his hand free from her shirt, but kept the gun digging into her skin as he fished for the keys on the chain kept on the belt by his hip, unlocking the door and opening it for the warm masculine scent of leather and wood-oil to waft over her where she stood stiff as a plank before the threshold.

"Get in." He ordered, but she barely heard him with the overwhelming sound of her heartbeat pounding in her head, hyperventilating on the spot as she shook with vehemence on her terribly weak wobbly knees. "Get in!" He barked, shoving her yet again with a grip on her top, the tear making her gasp where the tops of her breasts where left bare sept for kept in her bra by the now half-way ripped singlet.

He thrust her against the door once he locked it, grabbing her arms and unlocking the cuffs around her wrists.

She whimpered where he had her pinned, her hands holding onto each-other, like she was praying, despite the cuffs removal, blubbering on her cries all the while.

"Please- don't kill me, ple-" She sobbed, but he only answered with a scoff before pulling her by her upper-arm further into the dimly-lit space.

Letting her go with a rough pull, he didn't bother taking off his shoes as he stepped on the carpet over to an armchair, plopping down, spreading his thighs as he slouched, the girl standing like a deer in headlights before him, looking about ready to piss herself.

He jerked the gun still held in his hand again at the little thing, an order on his lips, face blank like it had been since she arrived in his town.

"Take off your clothes."

She pinched her arm, hoping to wake up, the fact of what was happening and what was going to happen, what he was going to do to her and make her do to him, dawning on her like a bulldoze of bricks, making her knees buckle and quake.

"I said... take your fucking clothes off!" The man barked and she yelped, flinching violently, peeling her eyes open to see him still with the gun pointed at her where he, calm like the eye of a storm, rested his elbow on the armrest.

Trembling hands began lifting her torn top, up her torso and off at her head as she sniffled.

She stepped out of her shoes while fiddling with the buttons to her shorts, slipping the zipper down, terrified and embarrassed when wiggling out of them before they dropped to the floor in a pool around her feet.

She stopped, head held low in a heavy bow as she sobbed, hands covering her face, soaked in tears.

"Everything." He said what she was dreading, nodding the gun at her as though telling her to hurry it up, the threat giving her a newfound kick of adrenaline as she started removing her underwear with a dizzying haste, breath in shallow shambles as she stood naked in the middle of the room.

He gave a hum, looking her nude form up and down, newly washed hair having just fully dried, splayed prettily around her shoulders. Her knees touched as her toes pointed inward at each-other.

She gripped her elbows and pinched at the skin there, looking away bashfully, face nothing short of pitiful.

"Next time I say clothes off, sweetheart..." He mumbled, though in a voice made so that she could hear it and fear it. "I expect you to do it in less than thirty seconds." He threatened. "Got it?"

She quaked as she cried, giving a trembling nod while sniffling and hiccuping and whimpering where she stood, the cold of being naked being far from the reason why.

"You crying?" He pouted at her, mocking the little thing, making her sob harder, trying to hide her face by looking down and off to the side. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" Voice still teasingly sadistic. "You're just naked..." He laughed. "What? You think I ain’t seen a naked girl before?" He boasted, chuckling and smirking at her where she snivelled.

She was scared beyond her wits end, thinking it funny how she'd so foolishly thought she'd been scared at any other point of her protected little life.

Those split-second jump-scares under horror flicks, those that made her clutch onto the arm of whatever boyfriend she had at the time. That funny fuzzy feeling in her bosom when standing at a place really high up in the air, feeling that weird soft-tinted urge to jump. Her harmless high-school stalker she hadn't even bothered calling the cops on. Running from adults when out underage-drinking-

"But enough fucking around-" He interrupted his own laughter and her bittersweet walk through memory-lane, stirred by his deadly harsh voice. "Get down on your knees."

She felt a tiring weight on her shoulders as her knees broke beneath her, sinking down to the floor with another sob.

"Crawl closer." He ordered, leaning back in his chair. "I want you right at my feet."

Her cries jostled her as she shuffled on her hands and knees towards the man who had a gun pointed at her, stopping when she had her shoulders aligned with his knees.

"How old were you again, sweetheart?" He asked, the cool tip of his gun placed beneath her chin, lifting her head up so that he could take a look at her adorable little face.

Eyes squeezed tightly shut, making more tears drop hurriedly, voice barely understandable as she spluttered out the number.

Grunting as he shifted in his seat, getting more comfortable. "You should now how this works then." He commented, retracting the firearm, laying his elbow back on the rest, gun lazily pointed at her. "Pull my dick out."

Her eyes opened again, shifting from eyeing the round muzzle peering down at her and the man above and his clothed manhood, domed beneath the beige of his uniform pants, bulging forward towards her.

He jerked his gun without putting any real effort into it once his patience waned, knowing any movement would be enough to spark some enthusiasm into the girl who at once shook from her stunned state, reaching still trembling hands forward.

Fingers working clumsily once slipping the tail to his belt out the buckle, failing a couple of times at unbuttoning his pants, feeling herself growing even more dizzy with the anxiety of meeting the bitter end of his short-lived patience, though despite the fear hesitating once again once relieving his zipper.

"What's wrong?"

Head pounding, sweating at the sight of the bump in his black briefs.

"Never sucked cock before?"

She swallowed thickly, as he allowed her the mercy of letting her sit in wait while he pulled himself free on his own.

"Or just never one this big?"

His voice was just a buzz in the distance, just barely registering in her numbing mind. Overwhelmed by the stench of intimate male musk wafting through her nose, feeling as though she could taste it coat on her tongue, laid thickly in the air as she stared at the blushed bulged tip of what fat length standing in his grip.

Same boring ash-blonde beige tuft of pubes grown wild and thickly around his base, a few sprouting different shades of grey.

"Open up." He ordered, and she shook form her dense state of staring wide-eyed at the thickness three inches from her face, looking up at the man, mortified glass-eyes silently leaking.

He didn't falter, only feeling another impatient twitch in his balls at the complete look of hopeless plead drawn on her face.

He gave a short laugh, pulling the gun from beneath her chin to stroke her cheek like earlier, making her squeeze her eyes shut and sob out in fear, arms breaking as they shuddered when supporting her on the floor.

"You will wanna do this the easy way." He warned calmly. "'Cause the hard way involves me shoving my gun down your throat instead, painting the floors with your brain."

She hiccuped at the threat, eyes opening again, brows intwined as he brushed the thick metal muzzle over her wet bloated lips.

"You want that?" His brows jumped as he questioned, watching her give a sporadic shake of her head. "No?"

She cried, shaking her head some more, bowing as she trembled at his feet, hot tears streaming down her face and falling to her chest and thighs, dripping over her lap, running over her bare sex, making her cry even more.

"Then..." He put the gun back beneath her chin, raising her head up to level with his thick meat. "Do what I fucking tell you."

She nodded timidly. "M-oh-okay-"

She shook as his other hand descended from resting on the chair, stroking over her head before grabbing her hair, raking through the locks against her scalp, tangling fingers within the tresses to pull her forward.

"So open up and wrap that pretty mouth around my cock already."

He dragged her head to his lap, pushing her wet tear-slicked face against his manhood, giving her hair a nasty painful pull until she finally parted her plump lips and gave the salty sensitive skin in front of her a lick.

"That’s a good girl..."

He groaned, easing his grip though not letting go, keeping her there, cheek on his thigh as she sucked alongside his girth while whimpering, kissing the warm flesh chastely like a cute little amateur, her hands placed atop his big black shoes, holding herself steady before he gave another grunt and pulled her back up in front.

She gave small whimpers and snivels as she shuffled on her knees in an effort to better seat herself comfortably, tucking her feet in support beneath her butt. Neck straining with his brutal hand still tugging her head in whatever desires position he saw fit.

"Look at me." He demanded.

She winced as he gave another harsh pull of her locks, eyes blurry and pitiful as she peeked up at him.

There was a tug of a smile in the corner of his mouth as he glared down at her with merciless eyes, waiting for her to degrade herself for his pleasure.

His teeth clamped harshly down on his bottom lip once she wrapped her lips around his tip, sucking up his pre-cum, still with her pretty misty eyes looking bashfully up at him in fear of making a mistake.

"Ah fuck- there we go." He moaned, the fist he'd cramped in her hair loosening to cup her skull instead, holding her head as he pushed her forward, further filling her mouth with his thickness, pressing into her throat, making her cough cutely around him, eyes shutting tightly, allowing hot stinging tears to slip and spring down her already sore cheeks. "Mh- suck that cock." He groaned, pushing some more to fit inside her tight throat, causing her hands to rise in a panic, gripping onto his knees in a manor of bracing herself.

He didn't seem to mind it though, continuing to sink her head down on his pole, not letting up despite feeling her struggle.

"Deep in your tight bratty little throat." He growled and she whined for mercy, gripping his knees even tighter, sinking her nails into the fabric of his pants, beginning to push away, trying desperately at pulling back once feeling the burn in her lungs at the lack of air allowed in her alarm, somehow forgetting to breath through her nose with what was cramming itself down her throat.

He clicked his tongue, scoffing at the feeling of her panicking as though for her life.

"Tiny amateur, gagging on half of it." He dismissed, letting her go where she shot off, catching herself with the palms of her hands on the floor, coughing like an adorable mess before him, small girlish gasps for breath between whimpering.

He smiled again.

"That’s okay..." He cooed, giving a slight comforting pet of her head as she was still busy catching her breath. "We'll work on it."

She hiccupped, dragging her arm over her mouth to wipe her lips free of slick, and rubbed her palms over her cheeks to dry the tears that itched at her skin, trying her best to calm her cries in order to give her chest some rest to be allowed to breath properly again.

He hummed looking down at her and her feeble efforts at calming herself, continuing to cause dread by providing more threatening little comments, watching how each one of his words seemed to slice at her like a knife.

"You'll get real good at it soon enough with a little training."

She sniffled, looking up at him again to see him loosening his tie, pulling it off over his head before throwing it over hers like a lasso, tightening it again around her neck like a noose.

"Com'ere." He commanded, giving the tail a pull, making her rise to her feet. "Come on. On your feet." He pestered impatiently where she wobbled unstably, yanking her forward, an amused smile spreading on his face as he listened to her whimper, watching as she clumsily got up and landed over his lap, her knees tucked to his sides as she knelt on top of him, pulled close to his chest.

Looking like a tiny wounded animal, big doe-eyes staring hopelessly at him and the cruel smirk on his lips.

"Don’t worry, you ain’t the first naked girl I’ve had on my lap." He snickered, a sadistically gleeful smile stretched on his face, showing off well-kept white-shining teeth, now only at a breath's reach away, allowing her to smell the mint kept on his tongue. "This pussy ever been fucked?" He asked, smile only growing as she gasped at the feel of him tickling her clit with the gun still in his grip kept in the tight space that separated them.

She whimpered, not daring to look into his eyes.

"Mh-no-" She blubbered meekly, shifting uncomfortably over his lap in effort to shake free of the round muzzle being dragged up and down through her slit.

"No?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side to try and force eye-contact from the wildly tense and frigid thing kept seated on top of him, cradling him and his spit-slicked stiff thickness lying to rest between their stomachs.

"No." She repeated, a pinch more clearly though still in her frail quivering tone.

Growing annoyed with how she bowed her head and kept from looking at him, he grabbed her jaw and pulled her to his face.

"No, what?!"

She winced at the shout and squeezed her eyes shut, voice in shambles as she answered. "N-no, no s-sir-"

He smiled again, looking at her scrunched tiny face kept in his hand, giving her soft lips a tiny kiss as she whimpered, not opening her eyes once.

"Good. That's a habit you’ll want to keep, unless you want me to ruin this pretty little face of yours."

His hand detached its fingers from her cheeks and she keeled, her head dropping to his shoulder at once, hands wringing the fabric of his shirt in her tiny little fists as she sobbed against him, face nuzzling against his neck, crying into his collar.

He huffed in awe, still with his smile, at the adorable display.

"Aw, you’re cute." He poked fun with a chuckle. "Cute and dumb."

He pushed the gun into the flesh of her belly, making her clutch onto him tighter, cries growing more vehement once again as she hugged him for support.

"Come on." He interrupted the panic trying to consume her, voice a dangerous type of soft. "Hey, shh." He cooed, shushing her, his other hand stroking down her spine, given her back a pat. "Come on, hands up on my shoulders and look at me, wrap them around me if you like." He encouraged. "Support yourself... 'cause this can get rough."

He gave a lock of her hair a twirl around his finger, waiting for her to listen and obey, watching contently as she dragged herself off his chest and placed unstable hands atop his shoulders.

"There we go, good girl." He praised, putting his warm lips against the shell of her ear, whispering upon it, making her shudder. "Stupid little sluts like you just need some sense fucked into them, isn't that right?"

She stilled as she looked at him, bleary eyes in hurt trailing the cut on his brow and his fine pores and the well-kept stubble lining his chin and cheeks and the thin 'stache decorating his upper-lip that tickled on her cheek as he gave another small kiss to her defeated little face.

"You’re daddy didn’t do his job very well, now did he?" The man snickered. "Letting his stupid little daughter run off like this..."

He seemed to be studying her too. Eyeing her plush lips and cute chubby swollen cheeks, how she still breathed shallowly through small pitiful gasps in aftershock of her violent sobbing. Her feeble quaking, eyes skittishly exchanging from looking back at him and to what he'd made wet with her mouth only a minute ago, and how he stroked the pole slow and carefully up and down between the two of them.

"Good thing he can trust civil servants like me, huh?" He asked and she felt forced to nod in agreement.

"Y-yes, sir..."

The hand left his cock and used the same wetness to wake the little bud between her thighs, making her gasp into his mouth where he drank in her reaction with no intention of letting a single drop of it spill from his focus. Aiming to make her moan on his fingers alone as he played with the tender velvet in the palm of his hand.

"Being a daddy is a hard job..." He stated and she bit her lip as her brows erupted, not daring to look away as he handled the delicate flesh of her core, making her belly stir with both fear and something sticky. "I’ll gladly help him out."

The gentle movements were cut off quickly as in the next split-second he'd yanked her hips forward, lining her adorably wet little slit up with his proud and pumped prick, bathing his weeping cock-head in her slick as she wiggled some from the virgin-fear that needled at her, though being far from potent enough to overwhelm her fear of the man and his harsh words and brute strength.

"You'll be a good girl for me and take it well, won't you, sweetheart?" He asked and she nodded, squeezing his shoulders tight as he began pushing her hips down, gun still present and pressing into her stomach, as she lowered herself on the thick mushroom-head that pressed past the firm ring of muscle with a painful push.

"Ah-" She whined, whimpering at the sting as she was stretched to accommodate the large member filling her up snug, sinking farther and farther inside, thick inch by thick aching inch, dragging along her gummy walls, so deep she began thinking it wouldn't ever stop, but then he bottomed out with another grunt, spit-slicked cock fully sleeved in her tiny cunt with his bulging nob nudged cruelly tight against her cervix.

She gripped his shoulders harshly, or as harsh as her strength could muster, resting her forehead in the nook of his neck as she winced and clenched around the veined muscled fatness taking up the taunt space within, shifting on his lap and whimpering upon the rough grip his sand-textured hand had on her hip, keeping her loyally seated.

He groaned at the tightness, nearly hissing. "You weren't fucking lying, tightest twat I've ever fucked-"

He started moving too soon, hand sliding off her hip and over the curve of her thigh to cup her butt-cheek, lifting her up before following the movement with jutting his hips upward.

She whined out a sweetly pained whimper at the stretch, wincing with a cry. "S-slower-" She begged.

He lifted his brows in a mocking crinkle, pouting at her and her little teary face looking at him pleading for his mercy. "Slower?" He asked, voice in a teasing lilt. "Like this?"

He rolled her forward over his lap, hand buried in the plush flesh of her ass as he lolled her back and forth on his cock slowly, rocking her deceptively gently in a pace fitting the rise and fall of his steady breathing.

She gave a small moan at the feel of the hard spine of his member dragging along the tender inside of her fluttering walls, followed by his plush cockhead giving a gentle but deep kiss to her end, making her thighs quiver atop of his as she clenched another time tightly around the length of his shaft swallowed all the way inside her.

"Those are some pretty moans..." He chuckled, savoring the look on her pretty face where her mouth hung open as she whined out all types of cute girlish mumblings for him. "Does that feel good, huh?"

His eyes dared her to remain quiet and leave his question unanswered, too deadly a stare to ignore she gave into playing along.

"Mmhm..." She started, uneasy where he kept rolling her forward with his hand grabbing her butt. "Y-eah..." She bit down on her lip, eyes shy and shameful as she peeked at him through the curtain of her still teary lashes.

He pinched the flesh of her ass, before ascending the hand smoothly to wrap his fingers around her little throat while nudging the gun further into her abdomen, causing her to gasp and quake.

"Yes, what?" He bit out, his huffing breath pushing the locks from out of her face where the snug dead-lock he had on her throat pulled her forth an inch away form his grit-teeth, forcing her to look at him as he started bucking his hips sharply up into her poor sensitive little virgin cunt. "Huh, brat? Yes, what?"

Her smaller hands latched onto his wrist where he chocked her, squeezing her breath away while at the same time knocking the air from her lungs by pounding her sharply. "Yes, sir- yes- sir-"

"Yeah?" He urged, giving no sign of letting up the brute pace and the firm chock-hold he had around her throat. "Feels good?"

"Yes, sir!" She repeated in a scream, and he fucked her even harder, ramming his thick cock through her tight walls, slamming into her sorry cervix again and again with only a split-second rest in between the stabbing.

"Hurts?" He asked, the word spit into her face where he pushed his forehead against hers, nose to nose as he stared with violently cruel eyes at her pitiful face twisting in pain and fear of him.

"Yes, sir- please- sir-" She begged, sobbing, feeling as though he was ripping her organs loose, forcing himself through her stomach with every screamingly gut-wrenching force of his hips.

"Mmh-" He squeezed her throat tighter and pulled her face even closer to him, lips on her cheek as he growled. "Who’s giving the fucking orders here?"

She whimpered and squeaked around the pressure kept on her throat, thinking this was the moment she would die, eyes squeezed shut as a new stream of hot acidic tears steamed down her face, the taste of sweet salt on his tongue were he kept his lips pressed against her cheek.

"Me or you?" He asked, voice never once lowering.

"You- sir- you, sir-" She managed through struggling for the few shallow breaths of air that slipped through to her lungs, one last prayer, throat burning from the pressure, feeling like an open wound once he finally did her the mercy of letting go.

"That’s right." He stated, watching her hang her head, pussy clenching with each hiccup as she coughed small drops of spit down on his shirt while she gasped desperately for air, rubbing her collar where the tie still hung as though she were a bitch on a leash, her other hand steadying herself against him, laid small and soft on his chest for support.

She sniffled in fear, looking on the verge of breaking as he lifted her chin to look at him once again.

"You listen and obey, okay, sweetheart?" He decided, voice soft once again, though far away from reassuring, still making her shudder on a new set of goosebumps as she felt the still painfully present dick inside her twitch.

"Yes, sir." Voice pitiful and hoarse, carrying not a smidgen of spite, just a full-bodied sweet song of submission.

"Good." He offered, placing a kiss to her forehead which had her collapse against his broad chest once again, small dainty hands entangling behind his neck, clinging to him as she sobbed, snuggling into the man, grasping at any form of consolation and comfort as she jostled weakly in his embrace, gun ever present where it dug into her side, poking at her ribs with every huffing cry she dared make.

He smirked as he chuckled out a cruel soft laugh.

"It's okay..." He cooed, a hand running over the top of her head, stroking her locks as it manoeuvred down her back before repeating the motion. "I like slow learners anyway..." He informed, allowing her some time to cry as he quite enjoyed how she cuddled against his chest, her head resting in the nook of his neck as she sniffled sweetly for him. "'Cause when they finally get something through their thick tiny skulls-"

He stopped petting her, lifting her off, back to sitting upright where he could look over the bruises forming at her neck.

"They don't ever forget it again."

His hand dropped to her hip again, the other jerking the gun against her flesh, making sure she still knew of its presence, before beginning to rock her like he'd done before.

"You'll learn proper manners soon enough. I'll teach you all about respect and gratitude..."

He finally pulled the gun from her stomach, allowing some of the pressure on her life to lessen.

Her eyes flickered to the side as he placed the firearm on the coffee table next to the chair. Laid there, undisturbed and undisturbing, looking heavy, much larger lying there alone than what it had seemed like in his manly hands.

His other hand disappeared from her too, all ten of his bruise-knuckled fingers with large and worn sand-papered fingertips, had moved between them where they were busy unbuttoning the trail of his shirt, popping it open at the top of his tough swelled chest to reveal a manly growth of ash-blonde curls, a tone lighter then the sandy colour of his tan skin.

She swallowed thickly, listening to her blood fuel her veins, trying to steady her breathing while sparing the coffee-table another glance, looking back at his working fingers opening button after button, assessing his progress and the time remaining before those hands would trap her again, the thought enough to spark the action as she took her chances clumsily lounging forward to grab the gun, flinging herself off his lap in the same second, harshly hitting her butt on the stiff hardwood-floor, holding the heavy black glock with both hands around the grip.

He didn't move, still sitting conformably as she scrambled to her feet, holding his gun while quivering like a mess, no focus and no aim as she shook even when trying to steady the weapon with both her frail little-girl hands, chest visibly heaving with her shoulders raised on edge.

He smiled, mouth open to show of a toothy smirk.

"If you're gonna shoot, better do it quickly." He said haughtily, cocking his head to the side when eyeing her and her pathetic stance. "Watch for the recoil though, it might just snap your dainty little wrists if you're not careful." He taunted. "It's not really a toy for little girls like-"

Bang!

She closed her eyes as her wrists strained from the shot just like he'd said, realising she'd forgotten to breathe as she gasped once having found steady footing again, heart making itself terribly present where it hammered like a hopping rabbit seconds away from being snagged on fox-teeth, peeling her lids open just a second later, the echo of the shot still sounding off through the rooms, expecting stark red against boring beige in front of her.

But...

She heard it go off...

The singing in her ears was just further proof...

She'd felt it...

But...

The man with his dick out wasn't bleeding, unbuttoned shirt revealing perfectly toned bulging abs and a trimmed forest of salt, pepper and ginger spice, but no gun-wound.

He scoffed, smiling at her horrified look of confusion, trying to wrap her brittle shell-shocked mind around reality, still quaking from believing she'd done a thing as murdered someone, making him wonder if she were perhaps, in the absence of that burden, just a smidgen relieved.

"You think I'd carry real bullets around a reckless thing like you?" He snickered, rising from his seat, heads taller and muscle-pounds weightier, and nowhere near the verge of a mental breakdown as the feeble thing in front of him was. "Tch- you really are dumb."

She leaped, shaken from her state, but it was already too late.

He caught her arm before she could slip away and flung her with a swing against the driftwood table placed some meters away from where she'd undressed, making her trip over her shoes before her hips met with the sharp wooden edge, a yelp cutting loose from her throat, slammed back into it again on the impact of his still thrilled and erect cock filling her up snug again, his palm pressing pressure on her lower-back, pushing her down against the table as she struggled to shove herself off, but the sheriff just leaned over her smaller body, pushing the fight out of her where she whined at how painfully deep he was trying to burrow himself inside.

"Don't go runnin' off now..." He chuckled, clearly amused as he fished her wrists up and away from letting her nails mar the neat oil-job he'd coated the wood with just a few days ago, bending her arms behind her back, making her whine as he angled his hips and nudged even further into her. "I already told you, the forest is a dangerous place for a sweetheart like you, you're much safer hold up in here with me."

Wrists gathered in a link behind her back, he held the both of them easily in one hand, the other one free to stroke the locks from her face where her head laid squished against the boards, pouty and teary, flushed and adorable as her complete hopelessness dawned on her.

He chuckled again at the sight.

"Don't worry your dumb head, little girl, I'll give you that thing you were looking for."

He gave a soft roll into her, thick strummed cock gliding out of her stretched twitching cunt only to pry the sore opening up again as he pushed his length back inside.

"What was it again?"

He watched her whine as he joked, hovering on the tip of her toes, struggling even with the simple task of standing, able to do next to nothing but moan as she took his cock deep inside her tight little hole.

"The unconventional?" He laughed, leaning forward, letting his warm breath shower her spine, spiking a fresh coat of goosebumps to rise from her otherwise silky skin. Lips brushing her ear, his voice deep despite whispering. "Is getting taken and fucked by the sheriff unconventional enough for you, little one?"

She swallowed, tongue laid thick in her mouth, choking both on the fear of his ominous words and that thing that made her feel so horribly full, involuntarily clenching tight around the fatness despite dreading how she was one rough jerk away from tearing.

"Is this what you wanted?"

His tough chest rested against her back, hot skin, swelled against her shoulder-blades, pushing her down with its weight, his breath tickling her cheek where she laid small and hurt and whimpering.

"No-" Her voice was feeble, choked from between her struggling lungs, weaker than his even as he whispered.

He scoffed softly, the low sinister chuckle that followed was somehow the loudest thing she'd ever heard before, where it made her ears feel as though they were bleeding.

"I think you're lying-"

She whimpered out another pathetic sniffle, sucking in her breaths, cowering as he licked the shell of her ear, finding it endearing how she seemed to squeeze him tighter each time he gave her a little scare.

He smiled, sensing how his cheeks ached from how much he'd made the gesture in the past couple days, pushing off her again, standing straight, still with her wrist caught in his hand right above her cute little butt, leaning back so that only his cock-head was left between the lips of her pretty cunt, admiring the sight for a second while gnawing on his lip, thrusting back inside the welcoming wet heat to set the real pace he was going to break her in with.

"It was what you were begging for anyway."

He placed his hand on the scanner and the door made a beep.

She didn’t dare try and open it though, not when he was breathing down her neck.

But it turned out she didn’t have to as Katsuki, like a true gentleman, went ahead and opened it for her.

And as the door slowly swung open, her hopeful thoughts made her eyes water, crafting images of crowded city streets, so sure in her assumptions, so sure in her assessment that luck wasn't as cruel to not have a single soul wandering about on the other side.

Her thoughts were only more secured once seeing the light of day spilling in through the crack of the frame, knowing people were alive and awake in the real world and only kept from her by the lock that was now opening.

The chirping of the fat city pigeons somehow being louder than passing cars, somehow louder than the bustling people walking about, and perhaps some part of her knew before she opened her eyes, some part of her knew by the serene smell of pine trees as opposed to the dank gasoline she was supposed to be smelling if they were indeed situated in the city and not in some suffocating, thick, dark, green forest.

“’m not sure you’ll like playing out here though…” He continued, the chuckle rumbling from his chest acting as the treacherous theme-song to her diminishing spirit, as she felt all her hope take its last breath, strangled in Bakugo’s chokehold. “But I’ll happily play wolf if you play rabbit.”

Her goosebumps were screaming at her to run, but she wasn't sure if her heart could take it, pumping so profusely, fighting for its life inside the fragile comfort of her ribcage.

“I mean, I enjoy a good hunt as much as the next per-”

She was gone before he could finish, having started in direct pursuit of the coverage in the trees.

It was unexpected, to say the least. He knew her to be a smart girl.

She couldn’t possibly think she could outrun him, did she?

No, that would be ridiculous, but desperation makes even the entirely sane lose their shit.

It broke his heart to watch her barrel straight towards certain doom, but only a little. And as he just said, he does enjoy hunting.

He decided to laugh instead, the shattering sound echoing throughout the woods like gunshots as she didn’t dare look back, only forward, refraining from ducking as small twig-like branches whipped at her face, ripping her cheeks to shreds.

“I’ll count to twenty!”

He cracked his knuckles before running them through his manic mane, eyes dead-set on where she’d disappeared through the foliage.

“One! Two! Three!”

She leaped over roots and rocks, blocking out the pain of having her bare feet jump and run on the gravel and barnacles and slippery mud to the best of her efforts.

“Ten! Eleven! Twelve!”

The tears had stopped stinging and every new slap to the face by the passing leaves became duller and duller, her body going numb as pushed forward with every ounce of her will.

But... she could still hear him counting, which could only mean she hadn’t at all gotten very far.

“Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen!”

She never heard him finish.

And despite that childish part of her who wanted to believe it was because she’d made it far enough away, the fearful realistic side of her knew what to blame it on, knew not to give in to wishful thinking, knew to fear, knew that the race was over long before she even took the first step, before she’d even left the bed, knew that the questions she ought to ask wasn't whether he was coming or if he was close, but whether she'll still be alive come dawn or not.

Her silly unasked questions were all answered abruptly.

Though, not by large arms wrapped around her, as she had imagined, nor in smoke and flame and burns as she had feared.

No…

The sensation pressured around her ankle, swift, yet slowing, sinking in deeper, digging into flesh and scraping against bone.

She let out a bloodcurdling scream, her knees soon scraping against gravel, the palm of her hands following shortly, face met with the cold mud as hot blood rushed out of freshly split skin, gushing and coating her entire leg and foot with stark staining red.

“You should try watching where you step, bun-bun.”

She only barely heard him, vision spotted and darkening quickly, fuzzy as she watched his large black heavy combat-boots sink into the red clay in front of her.

“Don’t move.”

She could only hum weakly as everything became blanketed, his voice giving way to echo in the lulling void of her mind, every sense telling her to give in to be being dragged into the comfort of dreamy drowning darkness.

-

She was shaking.

All of her.

Where he didn’t only see it and feel it against his calloused hands, handling her leg with purposeful pressure in means of keeping her lucid, but heard it in the spluttering breaths leaving her bloated red lips.

Finishing with wrapping bandages around the nasty bruising of her leg, he looked up at her from where he knelt.

Tears kept streaming down her face. However, slowly now and not in bubbling waterfalls like before when, in her delirious state of pain, she couldn't even tell up from down.

He stood, straightening himself, her head only reaching to his hips as she sat melted into the soft cushioned couch he’d placed her on, her eyes bleary and barely able to focus, skittering around hopelessly, though managing between rapidly blinking and zoning out at focusing on him, doing nothing as his bloodied hand grabbed her face, the touch surprisingly and thankfully gentle as he lightly stroked the tears away with his thumb.

And though it felt like sandpaper or even gravel against her swollen bloated cheek, she didn’t make to flinch away. Too tired to.

“Have you learned?”

Her nodding was unapparent at first, hiding amidst her quivering, but grew more visible and even violent, sporadically supported by her ongoing cries.

“Say it.” His voice was soft now, but that was somehow just worse.

Still supporting her head in the cup of his palm as he used his thumb to stroke her bottom lip, the salt of blood touching her tongue and making her mouth water, giving her a little kick.

Inhaling a shuddering breath, she hiccupped weakly, croaking as she spoke. “I’ve learned.”

“I’ve learned?” He pushed, a brow arched at her.

She whimpered, taking another long and labored breath. “I’ve learned, Bakugo.” His eyes shifted, and she realized her mistake before he could punish the act. “I’ve learned, Katsuki.”

His acknowledgment came in the shape of a low humming rumble. And a smile, eerily executed, shaking her to the very core.

Unsure of what would come next, with his thumb in her mouth and all, she was half-expecting to die at any moment, despite him just having gone to such lengths as to rinse out her wound and bandage them up.

But, he seemed like the type who enjoyed playing with his food.

Maybe being the type to play house with his prey as well. Showering them, dressing and dolling them up, giving them kisses and food, hugging them throughout the night, having them scream his name while filling them up with hot leaking cum. And trick them into running straight towards a bear-trap.

He dipped his knee into the space between her thighs, resting his weight onto the couch as well, inching so close she grew weary that there wouldn't be enough air to support her struggling chest, feeling as though she might just choke. Where for each time she recoiled back or tried to widen the space just a smidge by shifting on the pillowy surface of the couch-cushion she was stuck to, she received shooting pains from her leg, wishing for it to simply fall off, wherein its absence perhaps she could find better peace.

In the end, she quit moving altogether, letting him nudge and massage and play with his knee up against her scared little clothed cunt.

Not as if her movements meant anything to him anyway. He simply inched in closer, quite enjoying her weak efforts and how quickly she was to abandon them.

He was expecting her to twist away or shake her head free of his thumb, where it still currently played with the wetness of her tongue, being sure he tasted like blood, her blood, given that it stained his hands like a second skin. She could at the very least bite down on it just a bit, make him pinch her cheek as a punishment.

But she managed to resist, obediently letting him guide her head back to rest on the couch cushions behind her, blinking ever so adorably when his hot breath fanned over her face.

Neither did she close her mouth when he finally removed his thumb, as though she knew something else would replace it very soon.

“I guess I ain’t gotta worry about you running off no more.” He commented, words whispered upon her lips, his eyes on her lips as well. “With that ankle, you won’t be getting very far.”

He couldn’t help but move his hand to her throat and squeeze a bit when he forced his lips onto hers, savoring the delicious little yelp she gave with hungry teeth as he devoured, biting down on her lip to earn even more of those heavenly whimpers.

His lips derailed, kissing at the corner of her mouth, up to her temple, hunching over her small shape, allowing for some space to separate them to give her just a smidge of that hope she’d lost.

You figure, all these fields must belong to someone, and given you don’t remember passing any farmhouse down the road, there must be one up ahead. And so, slinging your backpack over both shoulders and struggling your suitcase out of the trunk, you begin trekking. Not at all dressed for the walk—wearing dusty Converse with soles thin enough to feel the rubble underfoot, summer socks leaving your legs bare leading up to a pair of short, tattered demins, and a flannel you’d tied up into a knot about your belly button, stolen from the boyfriend you were running away from.

No, he hadn’t really done anything to deserve such a thing. You just couldn’t be tied down. He wanted kids, marriage, you by the stove in an apron. You were still too young for such things. All your life, you’ve only seen the town you grew up in. Hell, you've never even been this far out, and you still haven’t reached the outskirts of the county. How can anyone expect you to settle down when there’s a whole world out there and you’ve only experienced the backyard?

You switch to using your other arm. With all your life stuffed into the chest, it’s no wonder your shoulder’s being pulled off—stupid wheels getting stuck on every pebble. You kick a larger rock and huff.

You’re going to the city. And if your car won’t take you, then someone else’s has to. You’re a pretty girl, not like some other straggling hitchhiker, who wouldn’t give you a ride? You’re sure whoever’s at the end of the road will be more than glad to help you.

Yeah, if luck were kind enough to have it, you should have said, and not had fate lead you straight into whatever hell it was you’d arrived. It was as if someone had grabbed you by the hair on your scalp and tossed you into the spittle-thick dregs of a bottle of moonshine.

The old farmer who owned the place sat propped on the porch in a rocking chair, shotgun in hand, looking like he came straight out of an old western. No, really, he had the old boots of a cowboy, a hat to match, and a yellow-stained beard that very nearly reached the floor. His wife was a similar bag of bones, looking like a garbage raccoon rummaging through your suitcase like it was a bin sale at the mall, pulling out all your neatly folded clothes, among them your very favorite white Sunday dress, and was madly dancing around with it barefoot on the gravel, laughing like an old witch summoning the devil.

And you’re sure he was there bearing witness. Because just like your suitcase, ripped and tussled and pulled left and right, so were you, caught between their three big-boned sons like the last scrap-piece of meat you’d throw to the dogs to watch them fight amongst themselves.

You scream, but all the way out here, you doubt anyone’s around to hear, not for all those miles you walked and the other hundred you drove without passing a single soul. Still, you pray, calling out for help with tears streaming thickly down your face.

“Drink some ‘shine, filly—that’ll cheer you up,” is all the answer you get.

The bitter drink is poured all over your face with how much you flail, and you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the sting, coughing through it while one of them pinches your mouth open and the other keeps pouring. Most of it ends up raining on the ground, and yet you feel the burn of it going down your throat, settling like white heat in your belly—the type of liquor that’s more reminiscent of wiper fluid than anything you’re accustomed to.

They seem to sling it back like water, licking the spillage off your neck and cheek while they tear the clothes off your body like they’re unwrapping their sole gift on Christmas morning, pawing at your soft bits in rough tugs while keeping your arms bent harshly behind your back.

You kick around fruitlessly, but they’ve all got the build of someone who’s been moving haystacks single-handedly since they first hit puberty, and between the three of them, you stand no better chance than a newborn calf.

There’s a mattress placed just shy of the porch steps for only god knows what reasons, bare of a clean sheet, and visibly taken by rain of multiple seasons, riddled with stains of green, yellow, and black. They force you down on it, face-first and knees deep with your ass in the air, grabbed and molded against a dirty pair of overalls belonging to the eldest, while the two younger ones keep each of your arms pinned.

Undoing the buckles, he bows down, bearing over you until his stiff chin stubble bites the soft belly of your tear-sensitive cheek, grunting gruffly, “It’s okay, little filly—our arms are always open to all new farm animals that come out our way.”

Unleashed, the skin of it is hot against yours and fatter than anything you’ve felt before, resting heavy in the cleft of your cheeks before dropping through towards its target.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head no more—we’ll take real’ good care of ya’ from now on.”

♡ BNHA – ShigaDabiHawks, DenkiKiriSero,

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

It’s not as if you’ve really done anything wrong. In all fair common sense, it’s kind of his fault if anything. And yet, you’re not so sure he’ll see it that way. After all, the man’s not exactly known for his common sense. Especially when it comes to matters of female nature.

Still, though, despite not wanting to say it, you know better than to keep things secret from him, and so you squeeze your eyes shut and force the word out, 

“I have to tell you something.”

It feels no less than confessing to a crime, and yet, “It can wait. I have something I need to do to you first,” is all the interest he shows. 

Too busy removing the clothes from your body, cursing under his breath about how many times he’s told you to dress more simply—in his eyes, you really don’t need to bother with garments at all. “‘Swear, m’gonna burn that closet down.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s important,” you try again, though not with trying to thwart his efforts.

But, with the impatience radiating off him in waves, you were stupid to think he wouldn't take your little demands as an offense. But, of course he does, making him all but growl at you, “So important you have to interrupt?” 

His eyes are hard and so is his grip now, already annoyed with you just like you feared, squeezing your waist in a bruising hold. 

“No,” you squeak. “No, of course not, I'm sorry.”

He spots the tears welling up and how your soft little lips wobble and hates how it wrecks him. You’re such a handful sometimes. 

His head drops, letting out a groan between your boobs, airing his frustrations before looking back up with a sigh, “What is it? Spit it out.”

He’s being graceful letting you dictate his actions like this, right as he got home and all. You really know how to pick your timing.

“Mh, I’m…”

He’s being so merciful, and still you have the audacity to waste his time with your mumbling.

“What?” he barks. He swears, if it’s about your wishes of remodeling the kitchen again, he’s going to lose his mind.

“I’m pregnant.”

Behind your closed eyes you see black. It goes hand in hand with the silence that pursues your confession. 

Dead silence, until, “What?”

His voice is thin—just a whisper. Nothing you’ve ever heard from him before.

You hate it. You don’t know what it means. Is he angry or something else—something worse. You don’t know and so you spiral, “Well, I—I took a pregnancy test. It's positive. I’m—”

You open your eyes again, letting the tears through the floodgate.

His face gives you no more clues as to his state. His eyes looking off somewhere, through you, into nothing. 

He’s so quiet, it gives you goosebumps.

“Are you mad?” you whimper.

He blinks then, brought out of it, saying “No,” with a tiny shake of his head. But he doesn’t sound sure. Almost saying it as a question.

He gets off you next, a tiny curl between his brows that’s never been there before as he sits himself in the sofa next to you instead, running his hands over his face then through his hair—his previous pursuit completely forgotten.

You’re afraid to ask, but something inside you demands to know. “Are you happy?”

His eyes snap back to you. They’re big—shocked, speechless, and that forbidden word—all things he’s not supposed to be, things he’s never been before.

He gets up abruptly, then very nearly storms out of the room, back out the way he’d come from.

Your breath leaves you with the sound of the door and doesn’t come back. Your eyes stare at it until they sting. And then you break, completely. The tears come and won’t stop, escaping you with cries loud enough to make the walls shiver.

You’re silent by the time he comes back. But your eyes are still wet, now swollen and red, cheeks streaked raw. And despite knowing how disrespectful it is, you don’t even acknowledge him with a look as he enters.

You hear him swallow thick before he silently makes his way over to you where you lie in the same spot he’d left you in. 

He sits down softly, putting a hand on your leg. 

“I’m not mad.”

You look at him then, peeking up from where you’d been drowning out your sobs in the pillow. He still doesn’t sound convinced, you think, and that look on his face isn’t giving you any confidence either.

“But you’re not happy,” you state with a croak. “You left.”

It’s an accusation. In any other circumstance, he’d tell you to watch your tongue, but right now, he allows it—even giving it credit by defending himself from it. Saying, “I needed to think.”

He doesn’t say he’s sorry, but that was about as close to an apology you’d ever come. It’s not his place to do such things. Nonetheless, it is your place to forgive him.

Being angry with him won’t solve anything. Especially when you can tell he regrets it.

And so, you pull yourself up slowly, climbing into his embrace. Sitting in the gap on his lap, with your head against his chest, listening to the fast drums of his heart as he drapes his arms around you and sets his chin down atop your crown—both of you silently acknowledging each other.

“I’m scared,” you murmur after a while.

He won’t say it out loud, but you can tell… he’s sacred too. Even though he denies it with unconvincing encouragement, “What's there to be scared about?”

Despite it being an obvious show of bravery, you still somewhat appreciate it—at least one of you should pretend to know what you’re doing. You’re happy he takes on the role.

Meanwhile, you’ll take on the role of voicing all those fears you know he can’t. Because that’s what he needs. For you to act just a little more hopeless than he feels, so that he can feel empowered by being the one who saves the day. 

Fists curled in his shirt while hiding your face in his chest, your words come out all pitiful and muffled, stating the terrifying obvious, “I’ve never been pregnant before...” 

He stiffens again, like earlier, hesitant. It’s not often he’s had to comfort you. Usually it’s the other way around. He thinks about what you usually tell him, hoping to find the right words.

“You were never a wife before this either, but… you're pretty good at that.”

You’re sure, if you snuck a peak of his face, he’d be blushing. “Really?”

“Yeah…” he says—voice nearly shaking, holding you tighter. “The best.”

Despite all his ways, he really is quite cute sometimes. Though, you’d never tell him that. 

Instead, you reward him with a kiss to his neck—one that then travels up. 

You reposition yourself for a better angle, straddling him, hands moving across his chest as you undo his buttons. Lips soft against his.

He’s usually over-eager—strong and rough, manhandling you and making you squeal the way he likes. But this time, he shows uncharacteristic restraint.

“Wait—” he whispers with a breath. Eyes searching yours, then your belly. “Won’t it hurt the…”

He’s even afraid to say the word.

“No.” You shake your head, smiling. Voice soft in his ear, “Though, it doesn’t hurt to be gentle.”

He lets out a breath of relief at that before letting his hands retake their place around your waist, squeezing you gently while pulling you flush against him.

“I can try.”