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Toji had seen a lot in his life. A lot of death specifically, that not only made him question his sanity but also his belief. Too many good men had died and his faith in the man upstairs wasn’t the best.

But you? You loved church. Worshipping, dancing, singing, it was amazing how you kept your faith. It never wavered. He loved that about you. He loved all of you.

He was a dangerous man but a loving one, you made the latter easier to see.

You were rare and made his belief, his faith, his heart all come to one. You had to be sent by God, it was the only way he could explain it to himself.

But he wasn’t so deserving of you. He was wicked.

He hadn’t even had you yet and he wanted to fuck you filthy. He wouldn’t be nice about it. He wouldn’t be gentle. He wouldn’t be able to stop until he came at least three times inside of you.

His thoughts were too unholy for someone as pure as you. He was filthy.

And he hated it.

He thought about you, too damn much. With your soft dark skin and bright brown eyes that shone in the sunlight and dazzled in the moonlight, the perfume you wore that always made him feel high and the clothes you wore.

Babydoll dresses, camisoles, stockings, and god… god he wanted to be inside of you. He wanted to devour you, consume you from the insides. Snuffle out every bit of innocence you had and fill your every last thought and orifice with him.

Just him. No one before and no one after.

No drugs could compare to you. Nothing could compare to you, he needed you.

He was gorgeous. A force to be wrecked with, truly. But he never knew how to just be good, his mouth slick and smart almost too annoying for his own good.

You didn’t know what to say the two of you were. Neither did he. You were a temptation and so was he. You always wanted to wait until marriage for everything but he was making you question it all.

“Let me apologize.” He was dangerously close and his smell was clogging up every part of you, you swallowed and eyed him nervously. The cigarette stench burning your nose a bit.

“H-how?” Your breathing uneven, you looked at his face, his eyes and over his muscular body and you gulped when his tongue ran across his lips.

“Take off your dress and sit on my face.”

You blinked and furrowed your brows, “Huh?”

“I need to eat your pussy.” He said it confidently and with a lick of his lips. “It’s the least I could do so please, sit on my face. Let me make it up to you the best way I can. The best way I know how. With my mouth. With my tongue.”

He was making you dizzy. You barely ever kissed a man and he was saying all of this. But then he kissed you and the wind in you lungs couldn’t help you breathe.

He held the back of your head and swirled his tongue along yours. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled, he gripped at the small of your back and licked the insides of your mouth.

He pulled back and you wobbled, he did a deep chuckle when you made a small whine looking up at him with clouded eyes. “You like that pussycat?” You face was hot with embarrassment, you couldn’t believe yourself. He wouldn’t let you look away from him, “You like it but you’ll love this…” He slipped a hand to the front of your dress and you were close to panting.

You sniffled when he rubbed the fabric between your legs and he pressed a kiss against your lips again. Using his tongue he licked your lips and laid back on to the queen sized bed decorated with frilly pink sheets.

You didn’t know what to do. He knew that and watched with amusement as you fumbled to remove your panties. With shaky hands you lifted the dress above your head. His rough and callous hands grabbed at your thighs as he pulled you closer to him. He took a big whiff and you cringed. But you couldn’t think too long before he lifted you up by your thighs and sat you right on his mouth.

He groaned, “Shit, already sweetheart?” He eyed the way wetness stuck to your folds. Stretching your lips, he slurped on your clit. Bringing his tongue up and down slowly, swirling on the bud. You could feel everything he was doing. Grinding on his face, wanting him to go deeper, you put a hand to your mouth.

“T-toji.” You gasped, when his forcefully tongue entered the tightness of your pussy. You could hear just how wet you were and even with a tight stomach and squirming thighs, Toji held your hips and kept you upright.

He was groaning and even talking to you but you couldn’t hear anything but just how wet you were. You felt him chuckle through your body and shivered, he didn’t just keep his mouth on your pussy but he even licked up your thighs where all the wetness was.

You didn’t realize your eyes were shut tight until you opened them and saw his dark eyes looking back at you, lust deep in them. You rocked your hips against him, writhing before you finally came all over his face. But that didn’t stop him.

He continued to let you ride out your orgasm still holding you and forcing you to grind against his face even more. You huffed, “I can’t keep…” A whine left your lips. He kissed your clit and sucked on your folds before slurping.

“My little pussycat, has the sweetest pussy.” He told you. Your entire body was trembling. His tongue entered your pussy again and he swallowed your cum. “So good.” He muttered.

“I need to be inside of you.” He whispered in your ear as if it was a secret. You already knew what was coming up after he put his tongue inside of you. You nodded and laid flat on your plush bed. He took off his clothes and you did nothing but watch, your clit pulsing to life again.

Lowering himself over you, you felt his cock at your entrance. His eyes on yours. “Look in my eyes when I fuck you, sweetheart.” You kept your eyes locked on his.

He rubbed himself along your wet slit before he pushed inside. Your body was trembling and so tight, “Relax. Just open up for me baby.” He rubbed his fingers against your cheek. He pushed himself in a bit more.

“It’s t-too big, Toji.” You were crying, tears in your pretty eyes. He hated that he was enjoying seeing your tears, he wanted to be gentle with you. But gentle was never his nature. He was big and you were just a tight little virgin, a small pussy that was about to be defiled.

He did a deep throaty laugh that made you look away with tears in your eyes. “It’s barely in, love.” Your eyes widened and when he pushed forward, going completely inside, you screamed. “Fuck you’re still so tight. Gonna fuckin’ cum already.” You were squeezing him to death. He couldn’t move without feeling like he was going to explode.

“Holy shit.” You said, feeling him fill you up. It hurt a bit but the longer you got used to him being inside the better it felt. He pulled out so slowly and your walls were still holding him hostage before he slammed inside. He wrapped your legs around him and he pounded inside.

He licked his hand and circled your clit, continuing to fuck you so hard and deep. He was moaning more and more then his thrusts got sloppy. The wet sounds of your bodies slapping together was all you heard.

Putting a perky nipple in his mouth, he sucked and bit all over it, feeling your insides tighten with every suck. “Oh you like that?” He smiled.

You felt your stomach feel a familiar sensation as he continued to enter you. The hunger on his face made you grin, he was beautiful. But then the feeling was back and you knew what it was

“I-I have to pee!” You yelled, bitting your lip and try to move him. But, his movements quicken and with the most sinister smirk he pulled you closer.

“Piss on me. Make me your fire hydrant.” He licked up your neck before he brought his mouth down to your breasts. “Piss all over me.” Your stomach clenched and you bit your lip, pushing him away.

But he didn’t move, he just worked you through it all. His dick pulsing as he rammed inside of you, slowly pushing you over the edge again and again. You could hear the squishy and splashing sounds that he was pulling from your pussy but your mind babbled and was so hazy. You squirted all over his lower half but it didn’t stop him.

Your nails were buried in his back and he slipped out a bit, kissing your face before he slammed inside of you. “Fuck.” He felt your insides clench and he spread your legs wider making you groan. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Gonna make you take it all, yeah?” His voice was strained. “You hear me? Huh?” When you didn’t reply he snapped his hips to yours.

He grabbed your face and forced you to look at him, “Babydoll, Im going to cum, right here…inside of my pretty little pussy and you won’t be the same pure girl you used to be okay?”

You nodded and felt him stiffen and with a heavy groan he came. His features were soft and with his eyes closed he didn’t look as intimidating, you clenched and he inhaled through his teeth. “Fuck you feel so damn good.” He continued to cum and you tightened yourself up, taking all he offered.

He fucked you deeply and less rough the next time. Taking his time with your body, he watched every expression you made when he slowly slid inside and out, he felt your pussy loosening up a bit and with each coordinated thrust he could feel his cum and your wetness all over his cock.

“This pussy is mine, okay?” Your knees were now digging into the bed and the sheets in your mouth. “You heard me?” He slapped your backside a few times until you finally responded.

Your body was stinging and you clamped down on him. “Y-yes!”

With clenched teeth he came inside of you again. “Oh fuck, fuck—!”

Thick ropes of cum ran down your legs and your body was tired. Toji looked at you, your ass flushed and cum leaking out of you.

“You’re just so tempting and fucking perfect.” He roughly kissed all over your mouth and shoved his tongue inside, swirling it inside of your mouth.

He pressed a hand to your throat and did a gentle squeeze. “Every time you milk my fucking cock, I’m going to show you how it feels.” Rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, he watched your eyes flutter and he thought to himself.

He finally got his wish of fucking you filthy.

— Is this good? — Your friend asked after she had tightened the frigid jacket around your body to make the Harley Queen costume from Birds Of Prey cling more firmly to yours shoulders.

— Oh, now that's perfect, thank you. — You smiled, looking in the mirror's reflection and analyzing the beautifully tailored outfit. — Are we staying until the party's over? I didn't want to wake up hung-over tomorrow.

— You only wake up hung-over if you drink yourself into a stupor. — She answered looking at you as if it was obvious.

— You know what I mean. — Picking up your cell phone, you checked the hours.

— I get it, but you already know my answer: just stay close to me and Touya and nothing bad can happen to you. — Toga opened a smile where you could see her fangs matching the vampire costume she had bought.

— Oh, sure... — You replied, trying not to let on that it was the two of them that you knew you couldn't trust if the party turned “ugly”.

— Relax, it's going to be great! — Toga exclaimed cheerfully before poking around the unlocked screen of the cell phone in your hand. — Touya will be parking in front of the dorm in about... fifteen minutes, so let's go wait for him downstairs.

And then the two of you headed down the hallways decorated with Halloween decorations like spider webs, plastic pumpkins and other materials and little skeletons. The walk to the entrance of the dormitory of the sorority you would live in until you finished your college years was uneventful, except for a few girls running around trying to finish fixing their costumes or probably trying to find some forgotten accessory; everyone was possibly going to the same party you and Toga were going to, even though you didn't even know who the person, or people, in charge of the party was.

— Hello, pretty girls! — Touya, dressed as Riddler from DC Comics, spoke up excitedly as he watched the two of you waiting for him and the car that he had obviously talked his wealthy father into giving him. — Ready for the best night of your lives?

— Of course! — Himiko answered, flashing an amused smile as Dabi unlocked the car doors for the two of you to get in.

Now it was almost seven o'clock at night.

— Needing a Joker today, Miss Queen? — Dabi asked you as he stared at you through the car's mirror as you sat in the white back of the car with Himiko.

— Ewww. — You smiled at him and denied it with your head. — I'd rather die.

— You shouldn't say things like that on Halloween, because there might be a crazy serial killer listening in. — Toga retorted as soon as Touya turned the key in the ignition and started to drive.

— Are any of you a crazy serial killer? — Y/N asked.

— Not that I know of. — Dabi replied.

— Then I'll be fine for now. — A sarcastic smile broke out on his lips and yours two friends giggled quietly.

The ride to the party was fun, with loud music and the three of you waving a few times to other people in costumes on the streets the car passed by at average speed. The place of the party was a bit far, you had to admit, and suddenly your head started to worry about how you would all get back to the dorms, but you didn't have time to verbalize your worries because minutes later Dabi was already parking meters behind a party big enough for you to be shocked by its dimensions, and the crowding in and out of it scared you even more.

— What the fuck... — Your mouth formed an "O" as soon as the three of you got out of the car and your eyes noticed that the house was getting bigger and bigger. — What if they call the police on this shit?

— Then you'll have to run for your dignity. — Dabi replied with a shrug. — But don't worry too much about that, nothing bad can happen today.

Hours later you knew he was wrong.

— Let's go. — Toga walked out in front calling the two of you with his hand and the three friends walked side by side until they reached the entrance of the residence more crowded than their classrooms during the weekdays.

Your eyes looked for some familiar people in the midst of that sea of people and managed to find, for example, Izuku Midoriya dressed as some character you couldn't define, Todoroki Shoto as a mad scientist, and even Rumi Usagiyama who, truth be told, made you feel some things that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment and your thighs need to press uncomfortably against each other.

— I'll be right back, 'kay? — Touya shouted to you and Toga as soon as you found a part of a wall in the house to lean against just so you wouldn't be in the middle of the other people circulating in the residence. — I'm getting drinks!

To be honest, you didn't understand half of what he said because of the loud music, but Himiko made an "Okay" sign with her fingers and you both watched Dabi walk away. Slowly your body began to move in accordance with the beats of the music reverberating through the place, and there was no longer any concern about how to get back to the dorm when Touya returned with two glasses with alcohol and whispered in your ear that he would share his with you, but that you didn't need to drink it if it was too strong for your liking. And it was, the disgusted look on your face gave you away completely.

But anyway, it was better to stay sober since neither Himiko nor Todoroki seemed to pay much attention to the fact that after the first drink they had already swallowed almost four or five full glasses of alcohol in a row. And at some unrecorded moment in your mind you somehow found yourself in the middle of a bunch of people dancing and rubbing against each other, sweat dripping off you, and suddenly the claustrophobic feeling began to surround you, even though your own body was moving according to the music just like the other people.

You felt a shiver run down your spine and instinctively your head turned to the side. Your eyes met red ones whose face was covered by a mask of the villain Ghostface from the movie Scream. And it seemed that all the rest of the world was in slow motion while your attention was fully focused on that masked person who wore clothes as dark as the night sky. He was broad-shouldered and probably just under six feet tall, for the first time in a long time you enjoyed feeling watched by someone you didn't even know. Or maybe you just liked the fact that you didn't know who was under that mask, and you didn't necessarily like being watched.

Only a few dancing bodies separated the two of you, and you looked away just to make sure where Touya and Toga were. Definitely the last thing you wanted was those two watching you flirt with someone and then make fun of you in the next morning, but ironically they were both busy talking to a group of four other people unknown to you.

But when you turned your attention back to where the masked man was supposed to be, there wasn't even a shadow of him. He had already left. And your eyes searched for him among all those people, but no sign.

— Fuck. — You shouted to yourself in frustration.

Should you go look for him?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Maybe, but why?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Well, why not?

— Hey, hey! — You tried to get the attention of Dabi or Toga to warn them that you were falsely going to the bathroom, but neither seemed to care too much about your call, so your eyes rolled in irritation and in the end you walked away from him without any warning. — Oh, hi! — You stopped a group of people in the middle of the hall. — Have you seen a tall guy wearing a Ghostface mask around here?

— What? — One of them shouted, bringing his ear closer to your mouth to try to hear better.

— A tall man! — You tried to speak louder with your hands around your lips. — In a Ghostface mask, have you seen him?

— Oh, you mean Tomura?

— I... I don't know, but I think so. — The boy about your age looked at you suspiciously and then gave you a mischievous smile.

— Got it. — He turned sideways before resting his hands on your shoulders and turning you toward a snail-shaped staircase in one corner of the house. — I saw him going up the stairs, but I don't know if he's still up there, so you can try to find him.

— Oh, okay, thanks! — You smiled with kindness, preferring to let the guy's mischievous smile pass you by, and started walking in the direction of the spiral staircase.

When you reached the second floor of the house, you were surprised to see that there were far fewer people upstairs and that there were a series of closed or ajar doors arranged along two corridors that led in unison to a huge balcony facing the backyard.

You started a search through the doors to find the one that should have the person you were looking for. Some were locked and by the click of the knob it was very obvious, so in the end there were only two doors left at the end of the second hallway and your feet were starting to hurt. Both were ajar, so with a simple glance through the gaps it was possible to see inside the place behind them. And as soon as your eyes landed on the same tall figure fully dressed in black lying on the bed in one of the rooms you had searched, your first instinct was to open the door slowly with a feeling of anxiety settling in your core.

— Hmm, hi... I... — You didn't know exactly what to say or how to say it, your mind didn't have a rehearsed script when you thought about going after that masked man, but his attention falling on your body again with him propping himself up on his elbows to look at you from behind that mask made your thighs press against each other and your teeth bite your lower lip. — Sorry, I... saw you downstairs and maybe I got interested and... you know, came looking for you. — He didn't say anything, and you swallowed hard before finished entering the room and leaned the door.

Tomura then adjusted his posture to sit on the edge of the bed for a few seconds before standing up and looking at you for what seemed like an eternity, although not a minute had passed. Your breath caught in the middle of your throat, and when he walked toward you, yours back ended up slamming against the bedroom door because your mind had forgotten that you yourself had closed that doorway seconds before. Your whole body tensed as the fingers covered by a thin glove reached up and rested on your chin to pull your face up. Now your eyes were staring at the dark part of his Ghostface mask.

— What's your favorite scary movie? — Tomura asked, and yours legs went wobbly as soon as your mind took in his low, husky, muffled voice escaping through that mask.

— Maybe it will be Scream from now on. — And you didn't know where you got the courage to answer him like that.

Maybe he was smiling under that mask, but it was impossible to tell. His fingers passed over your lips, and instinctively you opened them, soon feeling them pressed against your tongue and making you choke. One of Tomura's knees slowly came between your legs and rested there, his hands fell on the waistband and buttons of your shorts that were part of the costume and slowly unbuttoned them while the masked man's fingers began to make back and forth movements in and out of your mouth wetteting his gloved fingers with your saliva.

He helped you to remove the jacket and the bottom of your costume, and soon you were wearing only the pink top, the delicate panties and the shoes that were also part of her. Ironically the situation of you being almost totally naked while Tomura was still fully dressed made you wet the bottom of your panties even more, all of which gave you the impression that if he wanted to take advantage of the situation with you vulnerable and push you against the floor and rail you, you would let him. In fact, you wanted that.

His fingers ghosted over your still-covered wet folds and your body crumbled at his touch. The thought of not knowing how he was reacting under that mask also turned you on so much that you felt like your sanity was going to break completely.

Tomura circled his fingers over the edges of your panties before pulling the fabric down yours legs and slowly slipping two fingers inside you. Your feet were on tiptoe from the abrupt invasion and your eyes rolled up, legs instinctively opening wider to allow better access and hands going to rest on the broad shoulders of your masked man. The thin layer of the black glove seemed to make his fingers less thin and that's why you felt so full; the wet noise of digits going in and out of you making the situation even more exciting.

Running your eyes down Tomura's body you saw his obvious erection covered by black pants and your mouth salivated. You wanted to take him in your mouth so badly, but first you had to deal with the mind-blowing orgasm that began to approach more quickly when the masked man held your hips in place against the bedroom door more firmly and began to thrust his fingers harder and faster inside you, the liquid from your arousal running down your legs and wetting the floor beneath you. And your eyes couldn't even look away from his mask.

It wasn't long before your cunt was squirting against his gloved palm, your breath burning your lungs from the inside and legs barely able to stand without Tomura's knee supporting your lower back. And you didn't even know you were a squirter.

And then Tomura pulled away and literally let your body fall against the floor of the bedroom, the pain in your knees was instantaneous and you loved feeling humiliated like that. Your pussy became even wetter as your eyes watched the man walk away as if you were just a toy for his amusement and sit down on the edge of the bed again before tapping the soles of his feet lightly on the floor in front of him. Shigaraki Tomura wanted you to crawl up to him and get between his legs, so that's what you did.

He didn't have to unbutton his own pants because as soon as you found yourself kneeling in front of him your hands were busy doing that and pulling down his underwear with them. His cock was long, slightly curved upward, and it didn't take long for your tongue to be licking up and down its length and tip; his precum mixing with your saliva as soon as you got it halfway into your mouth because that was just the amount that would fit.

But your masked man wasn't the most patient person in the world, so he quickly tangled his hands in your hair and forced you to swallow the entire long length of his dick, your nose pressed against his pelvis. You choked, feeling his tip reach your throat as your pussy became even wetter at your partner's lack of finesse. Tomura then began to fuck your mouth and throat, with his head sometimes falling backwards enjoying the pleasure and soon after returning to stare at you with the Ghostface mask on without moving from its place. A few times he held your head still in place, with his cock fully inside your mouth, until your breath was almost completely gone from your lungs and you moaned around him, loving the feeling of being used by him.

His dick began to twitch against your tongue and he made sure to withdraw from your mouth and then pull your body up onto the bed as he lay you against the mattress and placed you sitting on his thighs. Fuck you raw? Yeah, that's exactly what he wanted.

Leaning one hand on his chest and using the other to guide his cock into your entrance, your body leaned over his and slowly, quietly, almost torturously, your hips lowered against Tomura's, his cock filling you completely in a slow rhythm, then his palms bunched against your thighs and pulled your body down sharply, which occasioned the rest of his length to invade your interior abruptly. And the pain was never better than at that moment, damn it, you could feel the tip of him kissing your cervix and as a result your back arched painfully.

Gasping more than you could be proud of, you looked up at his mask-covered face and reached for one of his hands with yours to bring it to the base of your neck, where their fingers were used to squeeze the sides.

— P-Please... choke me. — You began to move up and down on him as soon as his fingers complied your request.

Every time your body went down, his went up. Your insides were never really empty and this was a great help to your second orgasm coming quickly. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, the skin of your ass becoming increasingly throbbing from the impacts, the fingers of his hand that wasn't on your neck digging against the skin of your hip and certainly leaving red marks behind. Everything was contributing to him fucking you dumb and the only thing present in your mind was just him and his Ghostface mask.

The moans coming from deep in your throat propelled Tomura himself to eventually cum inside you first, arching his hips and spurting cum deep into your cunt. And the feeling of being completely filled by his white cream combined with the thrusts he kept making was enough to launch you into your own orgasm as well, your body falling forward spasming and the still gloved hands of the masked man going to hold your hips to keep you from eventually pulling his cock out of your wet hole.

— Fuck... — You breathlessly whispered looking straight at his mask after trying to regain your breath. — That was... amazing and... — Your ears caught a small amused laugh escaping the edges of his mask and you felt ashamed for saying it.

And then Tomura pulled your body up, thus removing himself from you, laid you down on the bed and reached for the pants on the floor. Soon you found yourself staring at the glowing screen of his cell phone, he wanted your number.