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“Mm…Look at my smart girl…”

Of all the times you could ever be described as ‘smart’, right now is not one of those times. Tomura’s had you spread out on his cock for what must be hours at this point, making you cum over and over again until your head feels as empty as it seems to be sometimes.

He pumps into you slow now, your nipples and neck wet from his mouth, his calloused thumb almost petting over your clit, your legs thrown over his shoulders, and a lewd grin on his face as he looms over your trembling body. His free hand cups one of your cheeks, smearing away the fat tears that escape your eyes.

“‘M s-sorry— mm!- B-Boss—.” You stammer out, so genuinely apologetic it almost tugs on his heartstrings.

Tomura gives you a heavy grind of his hips, swabbing his leaking tip right over your cervix with a roll of your clit under his thumb. A shaky moan leaves your lips, and he revels in the way your dewey eyes roll back.

“I know you are…” He grumbles out, eyes boring into the pathetic look on your face even as he coos at you. “But it’s not your fault, is it?”

Well…it was, actually. Because your quirk wouldn’t have been very helpful on the mission earlier tonight, he’d tasked you with being on lookout. Easy enough, right? For anyone else, yeah, it would’ve been. But you got distracted by a fucking lost cat while some enemies snuck inside, and you didn’t call it in because you didn’t even know. Everything turned out alright in the end, but…everyone had some very harsh words for you.

Bottom lip trembling even more, you begin to try and string together enough words to explain coherently that it is your fault…but Tomura interrupts before you can even start with another rough grind of his hips. You whimper and cry under him, your hands scrabbling at his shoulders and chest.

“No…It’s e-everyone else, isn’t it?” He coos lowly, keeping you shut up as he drags his tip over your cervix over and over again. “They were— ngh— mean to you, weren’t they?”

More tears dribble down your cheeks, your muddled brain recalling all the insults from the others you endure after every mistake. It’s not like you can blame them, really, but you still nod dumbly at his questions.

Tomura only grins wider, chuckling lowly as you go along with everything he says. Dumber than usual…

Grabbing your jaw instead of caressing your cheek, he turns your head a little and leans down eeeeven closer, spreading you even wider. His voice is a low rumble in your ear as he starts thrusting into you slowly, listening to you whine as your sensitive pussy clenches and squelches around his cock.

“Callin’ you stupid…useless…ah-.” He recalls, knowing it’ll only make you cry more. “They think y-you’re just- mm- a waste of space, d-don’t they?”

Completely distracted by the rub of his cock sliding in and out of your sopping pussy, you only halfway comprehend his words…and it still works. You nod and sniffle and whimper, teary eyes peering up at him through wet eyelashes. It makes his cock throb inside you, the stupid fucking look on your face right now. Seriously, he wonders if there’s anything in that pretty head of yours right now.

“But I don’t think so.” Tomura purrs, savoring the way you shiver, your breath catching on a whimper as you look up at him with such pitiful vulnerability.

“Ah!…Y-you don’t-?” You question softly, your voice all trembling and slightly slurred with pleasure and tears.

Shaking his head, he fucks into you smoothly now, using your past orgasms as lube to work himself just a bit faster, aiming to keep you nice and stupid on his cock. “Hah…Why would I k-keep around someone- ngh- who I think isn’t helpful, h-huh?”

Struggling to understand his words while he fucks you on his cock, you moan and cry and stare up at him with those big, desperate eyes he loves so much. “Ngh- ah!-…B-Boss-!”

“That’s right-.” Tomura nearly growls, pumping into you harder until he’s almost ramming into you again. “Ngh-…Your Boss is k-keepin’ you around- ah-…T-too damn good to lose- mm- No matter what t-those idiots say-.”

Loud whimpers and moans spill from your lips now, shaky as he slams into the same sensitive spots he’s been hitting all night. Tomura snickers, but it turns into more of a groan as you squeeze around him. This is the exact moment he always wins— when you stop being able to focus on what happened, and start focusing your entire being on the feeling of his cock inside you. Letting go of your jaw, he watches your head bounce and loll with his thrusts, your face radiating only pleasure now as those nasty memories fade from your mind.

Grinning mockingly, Tomura coos at you again, already getting closer and closer to stuffing your stupid little pussy with his cum as a reward.

“Heh- ngh-…Good girl.”

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The first time you met Endevour was life changing.

The man your best friend had vented to you about and defended ( at times ) was one of your biggest celebrity crushes and it broke your heart when 19 year old Shoto opened up to you, a civilian who happened to have amazing conversational skills, about how his now 'redeemed' father made him feel guilt for all the years he despised him.

You had comforted him then, and you comforted him now that you saw him tremble across from his dad during family dinner.

You, however, couldn't stop thinking about how much of a hulking figure the number 1 hero was. He was so large compared to you, your hand swimming in his palm when he shook your hand upon entry. His tatami chair looked miniscule underneath him, despite the fact he tried to make himself smaller so he wouldn't intimidate you, his guest.

You had thought Shoto was big, being over 6 feet, but his father put him to shame. He made you feel so small. He could easily pin you to a mattress, tossing you into any position he desires.

Endevour couldn't ignore the curious gaze of who he thought was his son's girlfriend. The way Shoto spoke about you made it seem like you had some sort of relationship exceeding friends. However, your lingering eyes that basically objectified him made it obvious that wasn't the case.

He wouldn't lie and say he wasn't intrigued, quite the opposite, the tint on your cheeks and the way he could tell you were holding yourself back as you bit your lip, ignoring the steaming food Fuyumi had cooked specifically for you, just so you could watch ever action he made fascinated him.

He hadn't slept with anyone since his ex-wife, and even then, it was nothing past vanilla. It seemed taboo to even imagine stuffing his son's smaller friend with his fat cock, though he was chubbing up in his pants like a school boy imagining it.

He couldn't get the thought of taking advantage of your obvious display of naivety and having you choke on his cock out of his head. It was like he was starved, you were freshly legal, ot was wrong on so many levels.

This was dangerous. You were dangerous.

He excused himself from the table, watching your face fall in disappointment. Though you finally looked at your cold food and began eating it, it was your favourite after all.

"Are you alright?" Shoto asked, noticing your lingering glare on his father. Poor thing thought you were uncomfortable being in the presence of an abuser, he had no idea the filthy thoughts filling your mind as the man 3 times your age left.

" I'm fine," you looked at your food once again, guilt consuming you. You had completely forgotten you were with Shoto, staring shamelessly at his father like some whore.

" I'm gonna explore your place," you say as an excuse, something that Shoto would be accustomed to and definitely wouldn't bother himself questioning your antics.

You got up, walking out of the dining room in the hope of finding the hulking flame hero.

You found yourself opening every door of the upstairs hoping with all your heart you'd see him, even if you had no idea what you'd do once you'd see him.

It was the last door in the corridor, and your hopes were high, you were praying that behind this door was the wet dream of a man you'd subconsciously wanted since you were a teen.

There he sat, on his son's futon no less, fiddling with things as he tried to figure the boy out. His eyes flicked to yours, the orchestrator of his recent torment, the cute little thing his son brought home that he couldn't help thinking of fucking.

" Yes?" He asked, when you stood completely still, your eyes still dancing around his figure in awe as if the only thing you could think of in that ditzy little head of yours was his cock.

You chewed your lip, realising you had to say something you couldn't make a fool of yourself in front of your favourite pro.

" I-i really like watching you fight," you mumble, hands falling from around your stomach to grip the sides of your skirt. He found your nervous display amusing, especially with how predatory your gaze was from the get-go.

" Really?"

" of course, I watch you on the news and online all the time, I'm so happy I was able to meet you in person...." you kept yammering on. The sound of your voice not ceasing even when Enji stood up from the floor a small smile on his face from all the praise, you didn't stop, just lowering your voice to a whisper when his large arm held the top of the door frame you stood under.

He wasn't usually so forward, in fact he wasn't forward at all, perhaps it was hanging around the retired wing herk that made him able to conjure up the words, but he didn't regret them no matter how out of character it was.

" You wanna prove how much of a fan you are?"

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"Fuck~" He groaned. It was deep and guttural, covering up the sound of your shrill whimpers as he split you in two.

He was so heavy above you, even if only half his weight pressed against your back, you felt your eyes rolling back at the feeling.

His furry chest rubbed against your back, his thick appendage pulsing in your tight young pussy. You were so small and so pliable, he could easily break you like this and for some reason he wanted to see how far he could take it before you told him to stop.

You clawed the sheets in front of you, he could see how hard it was for you to take him, but it had been so long and you were so inviting. Your cunt was warm, goopy, and ready for some older cock to breed it, no matter how much you squirmed and whined.

It had been years since he'd last had a good fuck, so you can't blame an old man when he can't control himself once inside a younger pussy. His hips reeling back till only his thick tip remained then slamming back in.

It was uncoordinated and sloppy, and you couldn't help the tears that dripped down your face, allowing an older man to have you under him like this.

" Shhh..." He whispered into your ear, his hot breath wrapping around you and turning your mind into jelly, " you're being so good for me and you want to ruin it by yelling like some whore,"

His words made you squeal, eyes going wide while you shook your head like he'd accuses you of the worst crime ever.

" S-sorry sir," you mewled, your drool soaking your best friends pillow. How shameless.

He leans over you, opening his wet mouth to leave messy kisses on your face. He couldn't help the strong urge to fill you over and over again with his seed and make you his own, he almost felt jealous of his coward son for getting to spend ever moment with a cute thing like you, but he soon came to his senses.

A child like his son would never know how to treat a pussy like this. He wouldn't know how to tease your clit or fuck you dumb, he wouldn't have it in him to slap your face or mark your tits, he wouldn't have you crying on his cock instead he'd take his time with you like a lover not knowing you'd prefer to be used like a commonpiece fuck toy.

"Sir I'm there- I'm coming~ p-please let me cum,"

He effortlessly lifts and spins you around, kneeling as he holds you by your ass and uses your body like a fleshlight, pulling you up and down his length.

" Yeh make a fucking mess on me baby," he groans, watching your eyes roll and face relax as you let go. Your cunt squeezed him, trying to milk him for the cum he had not yet produced. Liquids sprayed from your cunt decorating his torso while your manicured nails dug into his shoulders, keeping yourself from squealing and alerting the residents downstairs of your taboo activities.

" oh fuck-" he gritted his teeth, his cock kicking inside you as his balls smacked into your ass, begging to fill the inviting pussy with glee. He shot his load in you with a cry a bruising grip on your bum as he leaned forward biting your shoulder to keep quiet.

The two of you sat in silence, separating and cleaning yourselves up like it hadn't happened, then going downstairs to continue the family gathering.

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" You were gone for so long. Did you get lost?" Shoto asked on the taxi home. A fond smile on his face, it seemed you and his father really got along after the meal, warming up to each other during the movie and board games.

" Kinda, I snooped in your bedroom," you mentioned

" gosh how embarrassing, I hope the All Might posters didn't put you off,"

If you were completely honest you didn't get time to look at the posters in his room, way to preoccupied getting familiar with his futon colour.

" no they were definitely embarrassing," you laughed, " today was really lovely, i wouldn't mind going over to your dad's again,"

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You looked closer, barely peering through the doorway. There, beside the desk, was your boss. Fucking someone.

The stranger looked about your age; blond, curly hair, slim, his face bright red as your boss fucked him. Yet you were wise enough to know his moans weren’t authentic, faux pleas of “fuck me daddy,” ringing hollow.

You watched them for a little longer than you'd care to admit, stunned by what you were witnessing. Only then did you remember why Rennyn ordered you back inside. You grabbed your phone from your pocket, double-checking it was on silent before dimming the brightness.

Then, you started filming them.

Thirty seconds would be more than enough, your palms sweaty as you struggled to keep the phone steady. You did your best to breathe slowly, not wanting to be heard.

Shit!

Your phone slipped through your hands, falling onto the hardwood floor with a crack.

They both paused, but you wasted no time checking to see if they noticed you. You snatched your phone off the ground, and ran back outside.

Cold air hit your face near immediately, a cacophony of noise surrounding the city streets. You moved away from the building into an alleyway before pulling your phone back out; a large crack now in the middle.

Fuck.

You sent the video to Rennyn, calling him as it uploaded. With each ring, you looked out at the sidewalk; ensuring no one was following you.

Rennyn didn't take long to answer, yet still sounded annoyed. "What?”

"I found something, I'm sending it to you. It’s… uh…are you around people?"

"The fuck does that matter? I-" he paused, mumbling his next words. "Oh, holy shit."

"Yeah, uh…can you come pick me up? Like, now? I don't wanna be here when they…finish."

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Rennyn held your phone as he laughed, the two of you sitting in his bedroom as he reviewed the footage. "Holy shit. You just got the blackmail material of the century."

"Yeah, there's…not really a positive way to spin that, I guess." You couldn't help but feel somewhat uncomfortable, nervously scratching your arm. "Are…are you gonna like, leak it?"

"No, are you fucking crazy?" He pointed back at the screen. "Do you know who that is?"

"…my boss?"

"No," he groaned. "The guy he's fucking."

You looked him over once more, nothing jogging your memory. "Nope."

"That, my friend, is Callon Vedrexa. Last name ring a bell?"

You had vaguely heard the surname in a few financial news columns. "Like Vedrexa Holdings? The people that own a bunch of casinos, right?"

"That, and the biggest drug empire in the country. Callon’s dad and his uncle own it. He's also Leona's best friend, which makes him a cunt by association. Basically...his family and mine have a...partnership going on, you could call it."

Your eyes narrowed. "Why's he fucking that guy then? If he comes from a powerful family, he’s not gonna be doing shit like that, right?”

"Could be the same thing we're doing, gathering intel. Maybe blondie’s his type.” He stopped the video. “But if we leak it like this, the alliance between my family and his family is fucked. I’ll bring it to my dad, and…well, I’m sure you can figure out what’ll happen next.”

You raised an eyebrow. “But you just said you couldn’t leak it like that.”

“Yeah, but the creep doesn’t need to know that,” Rennyn set his phone down, lying back on the bed. “Guys like this, just getting caught sometimes is enough to shake them. We may not even have to show him the video. And hey, friends can become enemies pretty fast in this business. The Vedrexa's start fucking up, then bam," he gestured to the phone. "Either way, this is a winning lottery ticket of material.” He looked up at you, a proud smile on his face. “Good work.”

You moved beside him, oddly pleased with yourself. So often, if you came to Rennyn’s room, it meant sex. You didn’t mind that fact. Yet the feeling of just sitting together on the bed in silence…in a strange way, you liked it.

“Rennyn?” You spoke up.

He stared up at the ceiling, looking almost lost in thought. “Yeah?”

“You okay? You’re all quiet.”

“I’m fine,” he rolled his eyes. “Just…thinking. That’s all.”

“Oh, that’s new,” you teased.

He smirked at you; not a frown, but a smirk. Was this how you got him to like you? By getting blackmail material on his family’s enemies?

Apparently so.

He moved on top of you, pinning your wrists to the bed. For a moment, he just stared, looking down at you with something you could almost describe as admiration.

It was weird.

“What are you doing?” You asked, feeling his breath on your lips.

“I don’t know. Just try not to think about it too hard.”

He leaned down to kiss you, his lips clashing against yours as you embraced. There was always a quickness to these moments, a feverish rush to get your clothes off, to fuck you, to devour you. Yet as minutes passed, he continued to kiss you, tongue dancing against yours. You could’ve stayed like this for hours.

When he finally pulled away, his face shifted, as if realizing something.

What the fuck is he thinking?

Before you could ponder the thought any longer, he grabbed you by your hips, roughly turning you onto your stomach.

“I can’t look at you,” he mumbled under his breath. “I can’t. But I just can’t help myself.”

Before you could question his statement, you felt him pull your skirt off, your underwear coming shortly after. You were already wet, but the sensation of his tongue on your clit made it impossible to think clearly.

That was one of the strangest things about Rennyn. He was undeniably selfish, undeniably violent; yet he ate you out like you were the center of his world, his tongue lapping at all the best places.

He held you tightly, spanking your ass when you started to squirm. “Quit it,” he mumbled between licks. “It’ll be better if you stay still.”

When you tried to lift your head up to look behind you, he paused, taken aback for just a moment before straightening his back and pushing your head into the pillow.

"Just like that," he purred as he lined his cock up with your cunt. "This..." he thrust inside you aggressively, the gentle touch from before clearly a thought of the past. "This is your best angle. By far."

Every time you turned to look at him, he pushed your face back down into the pillow. He held you tight, skin slapping against skin; there was no denying it felt incredible.

No matter how much he annoyed you, how cruel he could be, his cock always managed to hit you in all the right places.

Yet you weren’t sure why he wouldn’t look at you.

You simply went along, happy to be fucked, your cunt begging for more as you moaned into the pillow. He slowed his pace, and just barely, you could hear his voice.

“Fuck it.”

He pulled you onto your back once more, spreading your legs as he found his way back in between you. He pushed back inside you, leaning down to kiss you once more.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms and legs around him, as close to him as physically possible. Never before had he fucked you so passionately, every kiss messier than the last. You ran your fingernails down his back, feeling yourself getting tighter.

“You’re close,” he rasped between breaths. “I can feel it. Cum with me.” A demand, yet his tone was softer than you were used to.

You nodded, unable to speak as he slammed against your g-spot, the space between your legs soaked. His moans grew louder and louder, and he pulled you into one last kiss before cumming inside you.

It was unlike any encounter you had ever had with him. Yet if his feelings for you truly had changed, he said nothing about it.

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When you went in to your internship the next morning, it was as if nothing had happened. The portrait of your boss’s grandson on his desk made you uneasy.

You thought back to Rennyn’s original proposition.

"Problem is, he’s not making good on his side of the deal."

What could that mean?

You still weren't entirely sure what Rennyn's family did. Nothing legal, that you were sure of. Yet there was a difference between white collar crime, and someone getting hurt.

You thought back to the boy from yesterday. For a moment, you felt bad for him; being from another crime family, there was no telling the things he had been asked to do. The boy being forced to use his body for information wasn't out of the question.

"He's also Leona's best friend, which makes him a cunt by association."

Selfishly, you felt a little less bad.

The day was slow, leaving your mind with plenty of time to wander. What had your boss done? How did Rennyn's family make their money?

You did what anyone would've done. You started looking shit up.

Nearly all the articles that appeared when you searched the name 'Arzell' were about his sister, Leona. A breakout model. An influencer with hundreds of brand deals. An aspiring recording artist.

And a huge bitch.

You kept scrolling, further and further, page after page. It was only when you got to the third page you found information about Rennyn's father's line of work. You already knew he owned several companies, including a small chain of luxury hotels.

His biggest source of income by far was a conglomerate listed as A.Z. Diagnostics and Lab Sciences.

You had seen the logo before. You'd struggle to find a person who hadn't. Anytime you needed your blood drawn, you were sent to an A.Z. Lab building. Pharmaceuticals, genetic testing, blood testing, medical devices; it seemed as if they did it all, with hundreds of labs across the country.

It was certainly legitimate. There were plenty of public documents to prove it.

Then why would Rennyn be so...weird?

You kept looking for information. There had to be something off. Eleven pages of results in, you found it.

Missing Man Found: Claims Kidnapping by A.Z. Scientist

You clicked the news article, greeted with a blurry video of a naked man running across the street. His body was nothing but skin and bones, covered in blood. You started to watch the news report.

"'They took me! They-they took me in the middle of the night, and-and I was...I was hooked up to this machine! They-they stole my blood. I know it. I-I was lightheaded, and I kept passing out, but I know! I know what they did! I'm not crazy!"

The article ended with a generic statement from the company, followed by an 'expert opinion' that the man was simply having a mental health crisis. Of course, the company had offered to pay for the man’s ‘treatment’.

You felt footsteps behind you, quickly moving to hide your plethora of open tabs. Whatever Rennyn's family was behind, your gut knew; it couldn't be good.

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asshole: did u get the festival budget approved You: you said you'd take over my shit while I was doing my internship asshole: uhhhh no I didn't. asshole: go do it <3

And so, your Saturday morning was spent heading towards the Great Hall, a room filled with offices surrounding the largest auditorium on campus.

If nothing, Rennyn was dedicated to what the student body wanted. The budget for a simple school dance seemed astronomical; yet you persisted, and with the power of persuasion, you got every item approved. Even the ice sculptures, somehow.

You walked past the auditorium, ready to go home. Echoing through the hall was the sound of a cello; you weren't sure why, but you couldn't help but pause, instead moving back towards the sound.

You found yourself at the entrance to the auditorium. The doors were open, yet the rows of velvet seats were empty. Sitting on the stage was a boy with short, dark hair and circle-rimmed glasses, wearing a forest green polo-shirt and slacks as he performed, fingers moving in rapid succession as pulled the bow across the cello.

Something compelled you to listen. You stood still as you watched him play; the way the boy's body moved, it was as if every breath he took the cello breathed with him, his wrist methodically placing each vibrato.

Standing at the edge of the stage was a mess of blond hair. A boy, wearing a blue crop top and low rise jeans, a thin sweater all the protected him from the autumn weather. He leaned against the stage floor, watching in awe. You watched as the cellist looked down at the boy and smiled, the boy clearly his muse.

You looked closer, and you quickly realized that blond boy wasn't a stranger. That was the boy you saw your boss fucking. That was Callon Vedrexa.

The cellist lifted his bow, relaxing his shoulders as the piece concluded.

"That was good!" Callon said happily; his voice wasn't at all what you'd expect. He didn't sound at all intimidating, not like Rennyn. His pitch was elevated, his voice almost nasally.

Frankly, he sounded annoying.

"It was fine," the cellist sighed, picking up the cello and beginning to adjust the endpin. His face barely moved, his demeanor a monotone juxtaposition to Callon’s

Callon turned around, your eyes locking with yours for only a moment. Your heart stopped; did he know? Did he see you? Did he know you were working with Rennyn?

You scampered away before you could find out.

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Sunday came, and the entire situation still felt strange.

"It was weird," you said, sitting on-top of one of the tables in the Student Government meeting room, you and Rennyn alone after an executive board meeting. "He was with this guy, maybe they're friends?”

“Short black hair, dorky glasses?”

“Yeah.”

Rennyn was unfazed, looking as if he was barely paying attention, jotting down notes. "Yeah, that’s his boyfriend. He’s weird.”

Boyfriend?

“But…but he’s fucking my boss.”

“People have lives outside their jobs. I mean,” he looked back up at you. “You fucked my dad, and we’re fine.”

You crossed your arms, “are you gonna hold that over me forever?”

“Probably.”

You frowned, letting out a sigh. “It was weird. He didn't seem like an asshole, he seemed like just some…some guy. It was cute, he was like, laying there watching him play. He seemed like, nice."

"Cause he's a manipulative little fucker," Rennyn spat back.

You resisted the urge to note that Callon was taller than him.

Rennyn continued, "Leona's a bitch to your face. Callon’s different. He’s good at being personable, he’s patient. Leona’s bad at both those things, and it drives her up the wall. He's like a..." he snapped his fingers. "He's like a puppy. But with rabies."

You furrowed your brow; analogies clearly weren't his strong suit. "...what?"

"Like, he seems nice, you get close, he bites you, and then you’re fucked. You know? I mean, for fuck's sake. His boyfriend probably has no idea he's fucking some old dude," Rennyn shrugged.

“…does he have a choice?”

“I don’t know. His dad’s always been an asshole, but Ronan—his uncle, he’s the opposite. The most strait laced a criminal could be. But it doesn’t really matter,” he sighed. "Although, that reminds me,” he set his pencil down. "You know, we could go to the Festival together," he grinned.

If he were anyone else, you might've been flattered; but the smirk on his face made you think twice.

“What’s the catch?"

"The catch...well, word on the street is Ronan's going after some scientist. Someone who's been putting his nose where it doesn't belong, doing research on the shit he sells under the University’s nose.”

“Why would he have to go under the University?”

“Because both my family and Callon’s family pays them off. But that scientist works here, as a professor. Teaches blood magic, or some shit. My dad says Ronan’s planning to kidnap him, try to shake him up, but…the guy’s said to be a pretty stubborn war vet. He’s not gonna talk.”

You slowly nodded your head. "Okay...and what does this have to do with the Festival?"

"All the halls will be empty,” he smiled. “Nearly every security guard is going to be manning that shit-show. Which means...his office is up for grabs. While Ronan's busy torturing a bastard who isn't going to talk anyway, I- I mean, we can just break inside and grab all his documentation for ourselves. Get another bargaining chip against the Vedrexa’s. You in?”

No. No. Absolutely not.

Yet you nodded your head nonetheless.

FUCK SO

I basically abandoned all the stories in this series cause I wrote a wholeass novel in this world, and I was burnt out. But I decided I have some other ideas I want to explore, so it's no longer connected to my other stories, outside of Ronan's. Maybe. For now. Idfk.

Nothing in this is getting retconned, so if you've only read this one or Ronan's, you don't got anything to worry about.

If you read Taleisin/Alex and Callon's/Anthony's story, a few notes;

While fucking with canon isn't...great, it did give me the willpower to continue these stories. So a win is a win.

Taleisin's story and Alex/Callon's stories are now in separate AUs of their own. Taleisin's I may come back to, Alex and Callon's absolutely will be discontinued. I wrote 89k words of them. I never thought I'd overdose on yaoi cocaine, but I did. The gays. They killed me. I am really proud of it though, and am always looking for more alpha readers if anyone is interested :3 but I decided for my own funsies this takes place before my novel. So Alex isn’t dead or anything, bro is just in medical school. He’s booked and busy.

However, the man Ronan's going to kidnap in his story is still Taleisin's father. Taleisin's just like, still in his room being a hiki at this moment in time. He is playing World of Warcraft or League or something. He's busy.

Anthony's solo story is also in a universe on its own. Here, he's dating Callon. No spoilers in the comments for those who know how that's gonna end ;D

Also, here's the cello concerto someone was playing :D

But yeah! We are now starting the arc of 'reader slowly does more and more crime until she no longer recognizes herself' :) yay!

He’s just about to slide in, his tip twitching excitedly at your wet hole, when it comes to a head. Grinning almost manically, he murmurs darkly, “H-hah…y’ready, you fuckin’ whore?”

Despite his excitement, he notices the slight tension in your grip on his shoulders immediately, and it doesn’t feel like anticipation or anything good. Red eyes shoot up to yours, curious and intent on finding out the problem, but widening for a split second with panic when he finds you crying.

You’re not sobbing or anything, but you’re clearly upset, watery eyes and fat tears rolling down your cheeks while you stifle little sniffles.

Tomura is horrified. Did he hurt you somehow without noticing? Do you not wanna do this anymore? Did he do something wrong?

He freezes for a second before reeling back, letting go of you and pulling far away. If any of those are true then he should stop touching you, right? Right? Fuck, he doesn’t even know.

“What’s- what’s wrong?” Tomura rasps, and it’s so rare for him to stutter like that.

You sniffle lightly, your bottom lip trembling in a way that makes his heart ache as you blink at him with those dewy, almost heartbroken eyes. “W-why’re you being so…mean to me?”

Tomura could just about die right there.

‘Mean’? You think he’s being mean? But you didn’t say anything- and you let him keep going this far- and this is what those guys did in those fucking videos he watched to prepare for this- and-

“I-…” He starts gruffly, staring down at you with a sort of helpless, irritated confusion. “‘Mean’? I thought…girls liked that…”

Honestly, it would be adorable if you weren’t a bit upset. You’ve never seen Tomura this genuine before. His walls are down right now, of course, given how vulnerable you need to be to have sex in the first place. But he’s seriously bewildered, as if the thought of his words or actions hurting you never even crossed his mind.

You reach up to wipe your tears with your fingertips, glancing away in slight embarrassment at your own emotions. “Not every girl…”

Tomura grits his teeth- not in anger, no, in something far less familiar to him…guilt. He glances aside, hands clenched into fists in his lap. His mind is racing with solutions and paths forward. How to fix this- how to make sure you don’t break up with him or something.

But most of all, he’s thinking about what he’s done to you already- the bruises already blooming on your skin, the words he’s whispered in your ear. And you let him, even though you didn’t-…

“You should’ve…” He starts gruffly, irritated with himself but also a little with you. “You should’ve told me sooner.”

Swallowing lightly, you glance down. He’s right. It’s his first time, after all. You can’t expect him to know everything yet, to be able to tell the little micro-differences between something you like and something you don’t. He’s probably depending on a bit of guidance from you, even if he thinks he’s ‘prepared’.

The silence stretches for a beat or two. Awkward. Vulnerable.

Then, you finally push yourself to sit up, facing him directly now. Your tears have stopped, thankfully, leaving only a slight redness around your eyes but more of a calm in your demeanor. Reaching out, you grab one of his hands and gently unfurl it from its fist.

Running your fingers over his palm, you start softly. “I should’ve spoken up…I’m sor-“

“Don’t be.” Tomura interrupts.

He grabs your hand, carefully, of course, meeting your gaze without shame or guilt this time. Now, he’s focused again- analyzing every little thing that happened and planning accordingly.

“I just need to learn.”

He makes it sound so simple, really- absolving you both of your guilt. And, again, he’s right. Your heart swells in your chest, your hand squeezing his softly.

Tomura’s shoulders relax subtly, an almost silent sigh of relief leaving him at the fact you don’t seem to hate him. His free hand reaches up, hesitating an inch away before cupping your face carefully.

“So, what…You want me to be…” He hesitates for a second, as if the word is unnatural to him. “…gentle…?”

He relaxes more as you finally smile at his question, fully reassured you’re alright now. You lean into his touch, leaning in a bit closer.

“I mean…” You pause, your cheeks heating up as you glance aside again. “Gentler than that, I guess? I don’t mind most of it, just…the name-calling and stuff.”

Tomura nods, silently berating himself for being such an idiot before, calling you a whore. You. A whore. Fucking moron…

“I can do that…” He agrees quietly, tipping your head back up to meet his gaze.

You meet his gaze again and scoot a bit closer, meanwhile he preens on this inside at the fact he’s doing it right now, getting you comfortable again.

“Well what about me?” You ask softly, reaching up with your free hand to play with the tips of his hair. “D’you want me to do anything different?”

The thought is almost laughable. Tomura looks at you with a flat expression, as if you just asked if the sky is blue. He looks at you as if you could literally clock him in the face right now and he’d still be into it.

“‘Course not.” He scoffs, letting go of your hand to grab your waist instead, gently guiding you closer. “You’re…perfect.”

Your eyes widen at the compliment, but before you can acknowledge it he’s pressing his lips to yours again.

There’s a significant contrast this time in the way he holds you and kisses you. His hands are light, caressing with appreciation instead of groping with possession. His kiss is slow and intimate instead of rough and biting.

Gladly, you kiss him back and crawl into his lap to straddle his hips. He went soft sometime between you crying and him fixing it, but he’s quickly getting harder again with the feeling of your weight on him and your soft lips sliding against his.

Gently, oh so gently, Tomura guides you back down towards the bed, supporting your head to keep your lips against his until you’re under him again. He only pulls away to trail his lips down the side of your neck, kissing and biting softer than before, and he revels in the sweet little whimpers it draws from your lips.

“Can I try again?” He murmurs, biting just enough to leave a little red mark in the soft skin under your ear.

You shiver softly and nod, feeling him hard and heavy against your thigh already again. Tomura swallows audibly, his breath catching softly in excitement before he sits up a bit. You run your hand through his hair to keep it out of his face while he looks down to see what he’s doing, lining himself up with your entrance again.

Thighs splayed wide, you watch and wait in anticipation for just a moment before he’s guiding his tip in. You clench instinctively, and Tomura nearly feels his head explode, a harsh breath leaving him before he can stop it.

“O-oh, shit…” He pants out, pausing for a second before pushing in ever so slowly.

Sharp teeth bite into his rough bottom lip as he holds himself back from going faster, so used to just taking whatever he wants. But the thought of hurting you, of making you cry again, holds him firmly at bay. His eyes flicker up to your face a couple times a second then back down to where he’s slowly disappearing inside you, focus forcing his brows to furrow, but you just look so goddamn…beautiful.

Your chest heaves with soft pants, eyes fluttering shut like you have to focus yourself, your face heating up so prettily it makes his heart ache. Tomura can’t stop himself from reaching up, cupping your cheek delicately and running his thumb over your parted lips, feeling the slight vibrations of your little whimpers.

“Are- hah-…are you okay?”

It comes out so breathless Tomura barely recognizes his own voice, but you open your eyes and look at him like you’ve never loved him more.

“M-mhm…” You hum softly, reaching up to pull him down closer until you can feel his breath on your face. “You’re doing- mm- s-so good, Tomura…”

Tomura nearly whimpers at the praise, his hips jerking forward on accident and bottoming out without warning. The moan you let out has him reeling, a rough groan leaving his lips as he drops his head to bury his face in your shoulder.

It’s so much better like this. So much fucking better. He liked being rough with you earlier, but this is a whole other level of heaven. You’re so soft and sweet beneath him, so beautiful and tender and vulnerable. He feels so fucking amazing inside you, so warm and welcoming and throbbing with bliss. And, fuck, the way you’re saying his name again, the way you’re holding onto him…onto him-…Tomura’s head is spinning as he holds back from cumming immediately.

Meanwhile, you’re already dazed from pleasure under him. He’s so deep, effortlessly pressing in just the right spot as he rests hilted inside you. Your fingers comb through his hair gently, pushing it back while he pants into your shoulder. Your heart swells at how he’s pressed against you, trembling lightly like he can barely handle it, and you don’t think he’s even noticed the way his arms have completely circled around you.

“Tomu’…” You murmur softly, getting his attention and watching him lift his dazed face from your skin. “Mm-…m-move, please…”

He nods a little, his arms tightening around you as he lifts himself off you just a bit. You both gasp as he sloooowly pulls halfway out before sliding back in. Your breath catches while he whines in the back of his throat.

“Oh, shit…” He pants again, starting to repeat the motion slowly. “Like- ngh- like th-that?”

You moan lightly with every slow, unsteady pump of his hips, feeling him twitching and throbbing like crazy inside you. “Mhm- ngh-…just like that- that’s good-.”

Tomura moves one his arms from around you now, gripping at the sheets with four fingers instead. He looks so pretty like this, his lips parted and his eyes shut like this is the first time pleasure has overcome everything else in his life. You use it to your advantage, cupping his face between your hands and pulling him down into a kiss.

He responds immediately, almost whimpering against your lips as he rolls his hips with a needy unsteadiness. It’s more endearing than anything, the way he’s trembling and can barely focus on kissing you, his lips all messy against yours as his tip leaks all over your insides. You moan softly, caressing his face and wrapping your legs up around his waist to pull him in deeper.

“Ah- f-fuck-.” He gasps, pulling away and burying his hot face against your neck again like it’s driving him crazy. “K-killin’ me- ngh-!”

His hips jerk all of a sudden, much harder than before, knocking a loud whimper from your lips. Tomura stops immediately, ripping his face away from your neck to look down at you. He’s worried now, even though his face is red and his cock is throbbing from the way you clamped down.

“I-I’m fine.” You assure before he can ask, your breathing a little uneven from how he accidentally nailed right into your sweet spot. “That was- that was really g-good, actually- mm-.”

Tomura blinks once or twice before swallowing thickly, a shaky smirk that’s a shadow of his usual cockiness spreading on his face. “R-really? I thought you wanted it…soft.”

Your face flushes a bit as you glance away. He’s right, but…maybe it’d be better if you just showed him what you mean.

You slide a hand down his abdomen and lightly push on his lower stomach, motioning for him to pull out. Before he can ask or complain, you speak up, “Just lay down, I’ll…show you.”

Eyes widening a bit, Tomura hesitates before slowly pulling out with a reluctant little hiss. You watch as he lays down on his back, his eyes widening even more as you sit up and swing a leg over his lap, fully straddling his hips now. Redness creeps up his chest, up his neck, and finally to his face as he admires you on top of him, all breathless and flustered and needy, his cock twitching where it rests on the inside of your thigh.

“Ready?” You ask softly, reaching down to gently guide his tip to your hole.

Tomura nods quickly, his hands coming up to grab at your waist in preparation. You nod back, keeping eye contact with him as you start lowering your hips. You both gasp this time, his hands tightening on your waist while yours brace on his chest. He only breaks eye contact as his roll back a little, his lips parting on quick little gasps as you take him deeper and deeper with agonizing gentleness.

“F-fuck- oh my god-.” He gasps as you finally take all of him in, his hips unconsciously rolling up a bit.

You whimper softly, panting a bit yourself as you keep steady on him. He’s throbbing and leaking so much, the poor thing, his hips twitching and jumping under you as he tries to hold back. It only makes you clench around him tighter, which makes him do it even more.

“Tomura…” You breathe out affectionately, still a bit surprised by just how good he feels already. “You feel so good inside me…”

Tomura’s eyes widen just a bit at the praise, his heart stuttering behind his ribs, before he’s going stiff and quickly pulling you off his cock. You squeak in surprise at the sudden movement, nearly losing your balance and instead catching yourself on your hands on either side of his head. Staring down in confusion, you watch his face turn pink as he holds his breath and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Don’t-…don’t d-do that- oh my fuck-.” He grits out, although his voice isn’t nearly as authoritative as he wants it to be.

Your lips part in confusion before you glance down between your bodies, seeing his hand on his cock and his thumb roughly pressing over his tip…

Ohhh.

Grinning affectionately, you look back up and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. “…Sorry, Tomu’…”

He frowns at the slight tease in your voice, huffing and gritting his teeth as he seems to calm his dick down again. “Shut up…Just…hurry up and do it.”

You giggle a little but nod in agreement, sitting back up and bracing your hands on his chest again. This time, you’re seriously just going to get to it, since you both clearly need it.

He grabs your waist again, already urging you down faster this time and bottoming out in half the time it took before. You steady yourself, giving a testing little roll of your hips, before getting to work.

Tomura tries to hold back a moan the first time you lift your hips and slide back down…but the second time you do it, he’s completely gone. Shaky moans and whines leave his lips as you absolutely bless him, bouncing up and down on his cock just slightly faster than he was starting to fuck you before, but much smoother.

“Fuck- fuck- hah-!” He moans, his eyes squeezing shut as his hands clamp around your waist.

You admire him closely, watching the way he twitches and arches and shudders with each movement of your hips. And he feels so fucking good too, still effortlessly reaching every little sweet spot you have inside. You swerve your hips, guiding his tip to knock at your cervix every time you drop down, your own moans getting a bit louder and looser.

“Y-you- ngh!- like it?” You ask, genuinely wanting to know, but also just wanting to hear him say it.

He nods without hesitation, his eyes opening just a bit to watch you bounce on him. “Fuck, y-yes- ah!- that feels so f-fucking good- ngh-!”

Oh, thank god he opened his eyes, because the way you react to his praise is fucking gorgeous. Your cheeks flush even hotter, a whimper leaving your lips before you’re bouncing on him even harder.

Tomura gasps and groans, but the dots finally connect in his mind. This is what you meant. You like it kinda hard- you like the biting and pulling and rougher sex-…you just want him to be nice and praise you for it. Silly girl…should’ve just said so…

Grinning a little just because he finally understands, Tomura grabs your hips instead and starts guiding you faster, remembering all his ‘study material’ but recalibrating it in his head to fit what you like. “Th-that’s it- hah-…I get it now-.”

You blink in surprise as he suddenly locks in, but you go with it, your voice pitching up a little as he starts figuring out how to pump his hips up with you. Your nails start digging into his skin a bit as he prods around inside you, looking for the spot that makes you squeal- and when he finds it, he’s thumping his tip into it like a homing beacon. Moans and whimpers start falling from you even louder now, and Tomura fully smirks like his confidence meter just hit full.

“Mm- T-There ya go- ngh-…such a good girl-.” He praises, eyes locked on your face.

Your eyes shoot wide open and dart down to his, obviously surprised and flustered. He’s never called you that before- never. “H-huh? Ngh-!”

Tomura snickers as much as he can with you clenching on his dick, his heart skipping just slightly at the cute expression on your face. Without warning, and with far too much confidence for any virgin to have, he grabs you tight and flips you back over. You yelp in surprise, scrabbling for his shoulders as he pins you down again.

“I said…” He begins lowly, mimicking a position he saw online as he puts one of your legs over his shoulder. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”

You whimper softly and cant your hips up as he shifts inside you, your eyes going all big at the praise. Tomura leans way down, opening you up like he’s done this a million times before while he reels his hips back. He chuckles lightly, eyes flashing with triumph.