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"Business marriages," your mother corrected, sipping her tea "The Kang family did it last year. Their daughter is very happy in Singapore now."

"The Kang daughter cries on Instagram Live every other Tuesday." You stared at her

"She has a Birkin collection. Tears dry, sweetheart. Leather lasts." She stareed back

“Mother, I can’t…”

Your father finally lowered his newspaper “Then we’ll need to reconsider your position at the company. And your living arrangements.”

Ah. There it was. The threat wrapped up in a neat little bow .

Agree to this circus, or lose your cushy job (where you mostly online shopped). And your apartment (paid for by your parents)

You wanted to tell them to shove their arranged meetings up their….

But you also really, really likedhaving money. And not having to eat instant ramen for every meal. And your bathtub. You’ve gotten very attached to that bathtub.

So you smiled “Of course. When do I start?”

Your mother’s face lit up “Wonderful! We’ll have the files sent over.”

Files.

They had FILES on these men.

Nothing says true love quite like a background check and a financial statement.

—

Four names: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento

Four strangers

Fuck that.

If they wanted you to do this, fine. But nobody said you had to make it easy. They’d be begging their mothers to call the whole thing off by week’s end.

And that’s where your brilliant, genius, absolutely foolproof plan came in.

(It's going to blow up in your face spectacularly, but you don't know that yet.)

The files arrived the next morning. You spread the folders across your kitchen counter like you were planning a heist instead of four dates.

Dates. Meetings. Whatever.

—

Folder 1

FUSHIGURO TOJI, 28

His photo looked like a mugshot.

Okay, it wasn’t actually a mugshot, byt he had that vibe.Scar on his lip. Expression that said “I’d rather be literally anywhere else and also fuck you.”

Technically the heir to a massive Zenin equity firm.

Technically. Because apparently Toji was the family disappointment. Estranged from his relatives, only showed up when he needed money. Multiple failed business ventures. A reputation for being a fuck up who lived off his family name while giving them middle fingers in return.

Ah. A broke rich boy.

His social media accounts existed but were barely used. Most photos were him tagged by other people at bars, looking annoyed. One photo of him at what looked like an underground fight club.

Wait.

You zoomed in.

Was that blood on his shirt?

Jesus Christ.

Day 1 - Toji Fushiguro Tuesday, Hotel Bar, Shinjuku

Operation: Bimbo infiltration

Strategy: “Think born yesterday”

Toji shows up at the restaurant looking like he'd rather be literally anywhere else. Hes only here because his family threatened to cut off his credit cards.

He doesnt give a shit about marriage or alliances or any of this corporate dynasty bullshit. He likes money. That’s it.

He's not even trying to hide it… slouched in his chair, jacket thrown carelessly over the back, phone out on the table. He barely looks up when you approach.

Perfect. This should be easy.

“Ohmygod, hi!” You chirp “You must be Toji”

And then you trip over absolutely nothing on your way to the table, catching yourself on the edge with a little yelp.

"Oops!!! I’m such a dum dum,” you giggle, batting your eyelashes.

He raises an eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Fine, fine” You wave your hand and somehow knock over the water glass in the process. Ice and water spill across the table, dripping onto his lap.

"Fuck… "

"Oh my god, I'm SO sorry” You grab a napkin and start dabbing at his pants, which puts you in very close proximity to his crotch. "I'm such a mess, I can't believe I did that….”

He grabs your wrist, stopping you. "It's fine. Just… sit down."

You sit, face arranged into earnest distress.

"I'm really sorry. I'm just so nervous. These meetings make me all jittery and I get butterfingers and then I do stupid stuff and…” You take a breath. "Sorry. I'm rambling. I do that when I'm nervous. Ramble, I mean. Just talk and talk and….”

"Got it.” He cuts you off “You're nervous." He takes a long sigh then and looong sip of his drink.

"Super nervous. You're really intimidating, you know?” You laugh, too loud. "But I'm sure you're really nice underneath, right? Like a, um, a cinnamon roll. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside?"

He stares at you.

“Or not.. That's okay too. Not everyone's a cinnamon roll. Some people are just, um, bread. Regular bread. Which is also good!!! Bread is great."

"Are you done?” He finally snaps

"No. I mean yes. Im sorry." You bury your face in your hands. "I'm so bad at this. I don't know why my parents thought I could do this, I can barely order coffee without messing it up… "

The waiter appears. You manage to mispronounce three items on the menu before Toji takes over and orders for both of you.

"Thanks," you smile brightly "I'm not good at fancy words. All those French names, you know?"

"It's Italian."

"Ohh, silly me” You laugh again.

Toji pinches the bridge of his nose.

The hour continues like this. You ramble…. while Toji's expression shifts gradually from bored to annoyed to something approaching existential despair.

By the time you finally stand to leave (knocking your purse off the bar in the process), he looks like he's genuinely considering faking his own death to avoid a second meeting.

"This was so fun" you smile brightly, gathering your scattered belongings. "We should totally do it again.

He grunts and it might be the sound of his soul leaving his body.

One down

Folder 2

Nanami Kento, 26

Oh.

He looked… normal? Everything about him screamed “responsible adult.”

Investment banker. Impeccable reputation… and they really emphasized IMPECCABLE in the file.

No scandals. No messy breakups. No public relationships at all.

Every article described him as “the perfect gentleman” with 3 P’s … Punctual. Professional. Polite.

He was too perfect. Suspiciously perfect.

Day 2 - Nanami Kento Wednesday, French Restaurant, Roppongi

Operation : Make the Gentleman Squirm

You're five minutes late on purpose.

Nanami is already seated, of course… in his perfectly tailored suit, checking his watch with a small furrow between his brows.

"Mr Nanami, I apologize for the delay," you say sweetly, sliding into your seat.

"It's fine." His tone suggests it is very much not fine. "Traffic, I assume."

"Something like that." You lean forward on your elbows, knowing exactly what that does to your cleavage. “You're even more handsome in person."

Those hazel eyes meet yours, then quickly… very quickly… drop to the menu. “Thank you."

"I mean it." You let your eyes drag down his body, slow and obvious. "That suit fits you really well. Custom, right? Must do wonders for your shoulders."

A faint flush creeps up his neck.

Gotcha.

"I... yes. It's custom."

"I bet you work out." You tilt your head. "You look like you work out. What's your routine? No, wait… let me guess. You're a morning gym guy. Up at five type ."

"Five thirty, actually."

"Close enough." You grin "I'm more of a 'stay in bed until the last possible second' type myself. We're practically opposites.”

He clears his throat. "Perhaps we could order?"

You order something light… you're not really hungry… and spend the entire time making unnecessary eye contact with Nanami.

"I read that you've never had a serious relationship. Is that true?" You ask

He stiffens. "I've been... focused on my career."

"Mmm." You lean closer. "So you're not really experienced then. With women." You trace the rim of your wine glass with one finger.

His eyes follow your finger. Then snap back to your face. “I wouldn't say….”

"It's okay." You reach across the table and pat his hand. Let your fingers brush. "I can work with that. I have lots of experience."

His hand jerks back like "That's... very forward of you."

"Is it?" You bat your eyelashes.

The flush has spread to his ears now.

You spend the rest of the date making increasingly suggestive comments.

The food arrives. You eat slowly, making a show of enjoying every bite. At one point you let out a small sound… and watch Nanami's knuckles go white around his fork.

He sets his fork down. Picks up his water. Takes a very long sip.

By the time the check arrives… he pays, of course, because he's ‘polite’… Nanami Kento looks like he's been through a war.

"Call me." You wink. “ I had fun.”

You left him standing there, looking like he needed a cold shower and possibly a priest.

Two down.

Folder 3

Ryomen Sukuna, 29

His photo was… intimidating.

Tattoos visible even in what was clearly a professional headshot… which, props to whoever convinced him to sit for that. Expression that suggested he was mentally planning your murder.

CEO of a luxury hotel chain with international reach.

Also: multiple arrests.

Three assault charges, all dropped. One arson investigation, dismissed. Suspected ties to organized crime, never proven. The Itadori family's lawyers are apparently worth every yen, because this man should be in prison, not on a dating profile.

You switched to social media. His accounts were private, but fan accounts existed. FAN ACCOUNTS. For a CEO with anger issues??

Rich and dangerous. Probably bored of women throwing themselves at him.

Day 3 - Sukuna Ryomen Thursday, Private Members' Club

Operation: Gold Digger

You walk in wearing every piece of designer clothing you own. Dress with the Dior label clearly visible.

Sukuna makes no move to stand or pull out your chair when you arrive.

“Hi!” You slide into the seat across from him, dropping your designer bag on the table with a heavy thunk. “ Sorry I'm late”

He nods once… crimson eyes dragging over your outfit with absolutely zero expression.

Not impressed. Not disgusted. Just… nothing.

“This place is so fancy. Is it expensive? It looks expensive." You lean forward, smiling brightly.

“Yes.” his expression doesn't change

Okay. Man of few words. You can work with this.

Silence.

The kind of silence that would make most people uncomfortable.

You push through it.

"So," you continue, "I looked you up. Your family is like, really rich, right? What's that like?"

His eyebrow raises slowly. Like he couldn’t believe you’d just asked that. “Is that relevant?"

"Well, yeah." You laugh "I mean, that's why we're here, isn't it? To see if we're a good match? And I think lifestyle compatibility is super important."

Something that might have been disbelief crosses his face.

You flag down a waiter and order the most expensive thing on the menu.

"I love nice things," you explain. "and I can always tell quality when I see it. You can't really put a price on quality, you know? This dress, for example…” You point at the dress “….twenty eight thousand yen. Pre season Dior. I have a personal shopper who gets me things before they hit the regular collections.”

The waiter returns with the champagne. You make him pour you a glass and immediately hold it up to the light, examining it critically.

"This is the '98, right? Not the '02? Because I can tell the difference."

You absolutely cannot tell the difference. You bought your last bottle of wine from a convenience store.

"You're quite….. direct," he says finally…. watching you with an expression that's impossible to read. Disgust? Annoyance? Homicidal intent? All three?

Three words this time! Progress.

"I just believe in honesty." You take a sip of champagne. "I know what I bring to a relationship, and I know what I expect in return. Fair trade, right?"

"And what do you bring?" Sukuna asks, and you can't tell if hes genuinely curious or just morbidly fascinated by your audacity.

You gesture to yourself again, "Isn't it obvious?"

Sukuna picks up his wine glass and drinks half of it in one go. He spoke maybe twenty words total throughout the entire meal.

By the end, he looked ready to flip the table.

"This was fun," you say brightly as you leave. "We should do it again sometime. Maybe somewhere with better champagne?"

He just stares at you like you're an alien species.

“I’ll wait for your message” You give him a little wave. “Ciao!”

Three down

Folder 4

Gojo Satoru, 27

“Oh fuck off” The photo alone made you want to throw your wine at the wall. Gorgeous didn’t even cover it. He looked like someone had designed him specifically to make women stupid.

You kept reading, already annoyed.

Heir to Gojo Enterprises. Worth billions with a B.

There were photos. So many photos.

Gojo at charity galas with models. Gojo at clubs with actresses. Gojo at a beach in Monaco with someone who was definitely an Instagram influencer.…. always with beautiful women who looked like they’d never eaten carbs.

Rich, bored, and fucking everything that moves.

You grabbed your laptop and did what any sane person would do… went full stalker mode on social media.

His Instagram was a goldmine of red flags. The comments were even better.

“Marry me”

“I volunteer as tribute”

“He can ruin my life”

Jesus Christ.

This man has probably seen more lingerie than a Victoria's Secret buyer.

A manwhore with a trust fund

Day 4 - Gojo Satoru Friday, the Peninsula Hotel

Youre going to vomit.

Not from nerves… well, maybe partly from nerves, but mainly because you’ve stress eaten an entire sleeve of crackers in the Uber.

Also, your shapewear was cutting off circulation to your legs.

Why did you wear shapewear under a modest funeral dress? What were you even shaping? The outfit is practically a potato sack.

Too late now.

You're dressed like you're going to a funeral. Or church. Or a funeral at a church. Currently clutching a small cross pendant you borrowed from your grandmother's jewellery box.

You push open the door… which is heavier than it looks and you nearly face plant, great start… and immediately spot him.

Gojo Satoru is impossible to miss. Jesus fucking Christ, those eyes.

He's scrolling on his phone, completely at ease, probably sexting three different women right now.

He looks up when you walk in and smiles

Oh no.

"You must be my future wife," he says, and his voice is warm honey poured over gravel. "I have to say, the photos didn't do you justice."

Don't react. Don't react. You're a good Christian woman who doesn't react to sinful men.

You arrange your face into something you hope reads as "scandalized."

"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me," you say, voice soft and earnest like you're greeting a pastor.

“Of course.” He pulls out your chair… gentleman points, you suppose… and gestures. “Please.”

You sit, immediately folding your hands in your lap like you were at a prayer meeting.

He settles back into his chair, still smiling. That smile hasn’t faltered once. Is it surgically attached to his face?

“Can I get you anything?” he asks. “Coffee? Tea?”

“Just water, please.” You smile sweetly.

The waiter brings water. You thank him quietly, taking small, delicate sips like you were in a Victorian novel.

Gojo leans back, completely comfortable. “So, I have to admit… I was curious when my parents mentioned this meeting.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” That smile somehow got wider. “They said you were… different from the usual arrangements.”

Different. That could mean anything.

“Different how?” you ask, tilting your head innocently.

“Just different.” His eyes are doing that sparkly thing. Is he always this sparkly? Its unsettling. “But I’m already intrigued.”

Oh, he was intrigued now.

Just wait.

“That’s very kind of you,” you say, voice still sweet and soft. “I should probably mention something upfront, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Mr Gojo” You fold your hands more carefully, sitting up straighter

"Satoru, please." He sits back down, legs crossed, "Mr Gojo is my father. And he's an asshole, so."

You don't laugh. "I believe in traditional values."

"Oh?" his smile flickers

You pull out your phone and show him your lockscreen… a stock photo of a church you found on Google last night. "I actually volunteer with my local congregation here. We do purity workshops for young women."

"Purity... workshops?"

"Mmhm. Teaching them to save themselves for their future husbands." You tilt your head. "Do you go to church, Mr Gojo?"

“No.”

Just flat out “no.” Not even trying to soften it.

“Oh.” You bit your lip, looking concerned. “That’s… we might need to work on that. I could help you.”

“And I should mention” you add, voice dropping to a more serious tone “ We should have a chaperone for our dates until we’re engaged.”

“A chaperone? Why?”

“Just to avoid temptation!!!! Once we’re engaged we can spend more supervised time together.”

Gojo drained his entire coffee in one long gulp.

The server came by to check on you. Gojo looked at them like they were a life raft. “Actually, could I get another coffee? Double shot.”

Every time Gojo tries to steer the conversation toward something normal…hobbies, work, interests…. you bring it back to your values.

By the time youre finished, Gojo looks like he’s aged five years.

“I’ll be praying about this,” you add brightly. “About whether God is calling us together. I’ll let you know what He reveals to me.”

“Right. God. Sure.”

“Have a blessed evening” You give him your sweetest smile and leave him standing there, probably questioning every decision that has led to this moment.

All down

—

Now you just had to wait for them to reject you.

The week that follows is blissfully silent. No calls. No texts. You’ve done it. You’ve successfully repelled four of the most eligible bachelors in the country through the sheer power of being a fucking nightmare.

You wake up on the eighth day, the morning sun streaming through your window, a victorious smirk on your face. You stretch, feeling lighter than you have in weeks.

The war is over

You reach for your phone on the nightstand to check the time.

And freeze.

Four notifications. Four messages. All received within minutes of each other, night.

Your heart plummets into your stomach. No. No, no, no.

With trembling fingers, you open them.

From: Gojo Satoru… Round two, sweetheart? My place, Friday. Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behavior.

From: Ryomen Sukuna Name your terms. I’m interested.

From: Nanami Kento… I would like to continue our discussion. Are you free Thursday evening at 7:00 PM?

From: Fushiguro Toji Hey. You’re weird. I’m in.

You drop your phone on your face.

Fuck.

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despite that, you truly intended to pay it.

until, the ac in your car stopped working in the middle of summer. the high heats and devastating humidity were slowly killing you. so you prioritized… until you ended up with another speeding ticket whilst driving home one night. eventually the initial ticket had accrued so much interest and penalty fees it was beyond your ability to pay it. so months had passed, and you had forgotten all about the issue.

then you got pulled over for another speeding ticket almost a year later—seems like the cops should just know you by name by now—except this time it wasn’t any of the younger and more understanding cops you usually dealt with in town.

you had gotten an elderly, mean, and mustached cop who practically shoved a speeding ticket through your car window. but the worse part?

he had you charged for “resisting arrest”.

all you did was try to explain the situation to him, much like you usually do with cops. but he was impatient and very hostile towards you.

by the time you went to court, your state assigned attorney didn’t even bother to try and argue for your innocence and exoneration. instead, she simply said.

“give er’ 5 months judge, she’s a good kid”.

which is how you ended up here at the women’s correctional facility jail. it was a low level jail facility at the very least. many of your cell block members were just regular civilians much like yourself who had fallen on hard times or made a mistake too many—landing you all here.

there you stood in the facilities “play area” which is really just the backyard of the building. no grass, just concrete and tall barbed wire fences.

donning the facilities bright orange jumpsuit much like the other women here, you could now confidently say, that you’ve survived jail. if that’s even worth anything after you get out of here. all you could think about while standing behind the barbed fence is how long it’ll take to get these charges taken off your record. the worst part of it all being that you’ll still have to pay those unpaid tickets when you get out jail in 5 months.

the way the whole prison system operates is nonsensical. if you didn’t have the money then—which landed you here—what makes them think that after 5 months of a forceful removal from society, you would somehow get it.

that’s why the recidivism rates are so high, the whole system is impossible.

not to mention that you’ll have to wait however many years to get your record wiped. finally being able to rejoin society completely without the governmental mar on your name.

you slid your fingers through the holes in the gray dingy wired fence, leaning forward to place your forehead against it. ‘this is so unfair’, you thought miserably. it’s been around 4 weeks after your imprisonment and you haven’t been doing horribly. but you aren’t doing great either. your cell was small and pretty stuffy.

beige colored walls with a bunk bed shoved in the corner. a grey metal compost toilet uncomfortably close to the mattress—you always sleep with your head facing in the opposite direction due to this reason.

the worst part of all, is the cell bars that hold you in.

god, you were not looking forward to going back to your cell. being in there made you appreciate your time in the play area. around you, there were numerous women. some lounged around, opting to sit on the concrete with their backs against the facilities brick wall. they just stared.

others were more lively, doing pushups. jogging around the small enclosed space.

some woman were just in the corner comfortably kissing their newfound lover—their cellmate. even though you were only four weeks in to your sentence, you considered yourself lucky. for whatever reason, you didn’t have a cell mate. meaning you got to sleep on the bottom bunk. didn’t have to deal with the attitude of another prisoner, or be forced to make small talk with a person you would’ve never spoken to otherwise.

you turned around, leaning your back against the barbed wire fence. watching the people around you is all you ever do during “playtime” as the guards call it. but it’s not like there was a plethora of things to do here.

there’s only a few measly weights in the corner which is always occupied by your cell blocks notorious bully.

so you ensured to stay away from the ‘gym’, and beside that there’s only other cliques and couples outside. the only exciting aspect of this correctional facility is the prison guard. he’s always stoic and appears indifferent. but it’s not his personality that’s gets all of the women’s attention. its his demeanor and the unostentatious nature of his workwear.

correction officer ghost, was tall, muscular, tattooed-from what you can see on his ungloved hand- and most of all inimical.

he had an enigmatic impression to him as he traversed the halls of your cell block. however, despite how rowdy the women in your facility always get when there’s another guard they find interest in—with ghost every single woman knew better than to whistle, flirt, or even speak to him at all. he’s known as the strictest guard that the facility has, and his reputation proceeds him.

you’ve over heard talk in the cafeteria about him, about what makes him so feared.

you’d heard countless rumors, but only one fact that the last time an inmate offended him he had her taken from her cell in the middle of the night with the help of two other guards, officers soap and gaz. no one knows where they took her or what even truly happened.

apparently when everyone woke up in the morning, they saw her in the most beaten state any human could be in.

broken arm, black and blue eyes, hair tangled, her arms heavily bruised and a tooth missing. after that, that inmates story became a cautionary tale of what happens when you disrespect officer ghost. you needed no other warning after that, ensuring to always follow his orders and avoid prolonged eye contact.

the last thing you needed was to add ‘disfiguration’ to your list of issues. and luckily for you, he seemed to not pay you any attention at all. it’s as if he hardly noticed you’re here.

when it’s time for cell checks for contraband, he’s always very professional. simply asking if you have anything you shouldn’t. you shake your head “no”. ghost then lifts your mattress, feels your pillow and blanket, and then shifts the heavy metal bunk bed as a visual check. afterwards, he always nods and then leaves you be in your cell.

that’s the extent of your interactions with him so far, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“time”, you hear a loud voice boom over the commotion of the play area. straining your eyes ahead of you, you see ghost’s figure standing in the grey rusty doorway of the outside door. he was somewhat dressed in the correction officer uniform and somewhat not. wearing black cargo pants that had many pockets along the legs, ghost’s top wasn’t the usual tucked in polo top that other officers wore. instead he work a black hoodie and a bullet proof vest. along with a black balaclava.

every-time you see him, he leaves you wondering with just how he gets away with all of what he’s accused of?

either way—he didn’t have to say anything else, your fellow inmates hustling and tripping over themselves to get into a single file line in front of the door. no one wanting to be the one to upset him.

you followed behind the crowd, heading to the back of the line. you’re ultimate plan for this 5 month stint being to stay unassuming and keep to yourself.

not wanting ghost, the inmates, or any other guard to make this hell-like situation any worse for you. standing in the back, you followed the small steps forward of the prisoner in front of you mindlessly. being in jail gave you nothing to think about or anything stimulating at all like you’re used to. you’ve already given up on thinking about bills, money, or your car. your attachment to the outside world had faded significantly.

it wasn’t like you were getting any visitors besides the occasional visit from your mother. her disapproving face illuminated by the prison lights was never a sight you liked to see.

in a way, being in jail gave you a chance to gain a different perspective. nothing is ever as serious as it seems. without your phone, car, or money. you were degraded to the most realistic level of being—you were just human. living day by day, unburdened by responsibilities or even thoughts as of recently. so much so that-

“bitch! watch where you're going” a tall inmate spun around in the line to face you. her skin a burning shade of red as she stared at you.

she was tall and very angry at you for this mistake. you had mistakenly stepped on the back of her shoe as you walked mindlessly in the line. “what? ain’t cha’ going to say anything!” the woman yelled in your face making you freeze. you didn’t mind arguing with her, but you also knew how to pick your battles. and fighting with her was only going to get you in one of two places—in the hole or in jail for an extended amount of time for fighting.

“relax, it’s a mistake”, you respond blankly.

you hardly had the interest to fight with her, it’s a waste of time.

“don’t tell me to relax” she huffs and squares her shoulders. obviously preparing to fight you. she grabbed onto the collar of your jumpsuit as you tried to scurry away but she was so muscular and strong. as you braced yourself for whatever hit was to come, you heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. the grasp on your collar being released as you felt the presence of someone large.

“get off er’— yer goin’ to the hole” you hear ghost’s gruff voice announce with a heavy lace of irritation.

he easily grabbed the tall woman by the scruff of her neck, making her walk on her tip toes beside him as he led her quickly towards the dark brown cellar doors against the wall of the facility. it was chilly outside today, so you knew that going to the hole was near a death sentence. the woman hardly resisted, just stumbling over her own feet as she tried to keep up him. somehow, ghost kept a tight hold on the back of her neck whilst leaning down and unlocking the doors to the cellar.

“ya like ta’ fight, huh?” ghost says sternly as you and the rest of the inmates watch in horror.

“n-no sir i don’ like fightin’ but she-“ the woman scrambled for words to escape her fate. you could only imagine how cold and uncomfortable the hole will be for her, especially since she’s so tall.

“yea ya’ do” he cuts her off with a scoff.

widening the door ghost squeezes the back of her neck, rushing her forward and into the cellar. “a week in the hole” ghost announces her punishment before locking the doors in front of her and turning slowly on his heel to face the rest of you onlookers. at the turn of his attention, every inmate rushed to rejoin the line. creating a tight single line as you all avoided his gaze. well, everyone except you.

you couldn’t believe that this all happened because of a small almost jail fight, this is the most action you’ve seen since your imprisonment.

“anyone else feeling like fightin’ today?”, he asked loudly as all the other inmates held their heads straight. ghost walked over, his hand reaching up to scratch over his mask covered jaw. he walked to the middle of the line where everyone could see and hear him.

“don’ wanna hear or see any more fights, understand?” he barks out like a drill sergeant.

everyone nods in understanding, wanting to be prevent themselves from becoming his next victim. but all you were beginning to wonder is, ‘does he have military training?’ you wondered calmly. surprisingly unaffected by the tension in the air. while following the line forward, you notice his eyes shift to the side, looking at you for moments… almost gluttonously. you couldn’t pretend that his stare wasn’t giving you a bit of discomfort.

he’d never stared at you before, is this because he’s done you a favor?

shifting your own gaze away to focus on the inmate in front of you, you could feel the heavy weight of his gaze staring at you as you walked inside the facility. you couldn’t help but suddenly feel a tinge of worry, what good could possibly come from this situation?

after crossing the doorway threshold, you still felt his eyes trained on the back of your head. instead of waiting to see what happens next, you scurried off to your cell as fast as possible—something you’ve never done before. you didn’t know why but you felt the need to get to safety. it’s like the relationship between you and the prison guard just deepened, and you don’t have any proof, but you could sense it.

you just had a heavy feeling that there’ll be a time when this debt will be due, and you’re not gonna like the payment.

“hey, don’t beat yourself up about it. she deserved it”, the inmate who stays in the cell beside you called out to you before you could enter your cell. she’d never spoken to you before, but in this moment you did appreciate the sympathy. you hadn’t even gotten around to thinking about what’ll happen in the next week when the offender gets out of the hole. with her anger issues, she’ll likely try to get back at you.

“thanks” you replied calmly.

turning around the inmate entered her cell, and you were quick to do the same. the last thing anyone wanted was to be next and upset ghost. as you finally entered the sad excuse for a home, you sat on your thin mattress and just stared at the wall. wondering about what the meaning of ghost’s stare was and why it felt like the dynamic shifted between you two. like you were in debt.

you lied back on the bed, hearing the chatter of the other inmates in their cells all around you.

you absolutely despised your newfound situation. the jail cell, the jumpsuit, the food—being in jail was a truly subpar experience. taking your thin floppy prison slippers off and kicking them to the floor beside the bed. ‘these five months can’t pass any sooner’ you thought before closing your eyes and trying to will your body to sleep. trying to take slow and steady breaths to relax your nervous system.

but as you lied there, you felt a strange sense of dread washing over you.

it felt as if someone was watching you as you slept. your body stiffened as you turned on your side and faced the wall of your cell. trying to shake the feeling of being watched. you physically and mentally didn’t have the will to even look out into the pitch dark hallway. instead opting to pretend it’s not happening.

the less you know the better.

the next morning was odd.

when you woke up in your cell, you found your cell door to be opened. yours being the only one in the cell block that was ajar. you being confused by the occurrence, you decided to stay in your cell and wait. how come you didn’t hear it when it opened?

once again, you decided not to ponder on it too much.

knowing that you weren’t going to get any answer on it anyway. you sat on your bed and waited like the other inmates. just waiting for the guards to come and walk you all to the cafeteria for breakfast. you could hear the yawning and stretching noises of other people getting up. your bodies all operating on a similar clock after the time spent here.

“mornin’, yer comin’ with me” you heard ghost speak to you through your cell door. he opened the door quickly.

walking in to grab ahold of your shoulder as he waited for you to stand up and walk with him to whatever destination he had in store for you. truthfully, you paused for a long moment as you stared at ghost. his towering form over you as he looked at with you dull eyes.

“where are we going?”, you asked softly. your body still being mostly relaxed during the morning hour.

“t’ the next hallway, gonna have a quick chat with the higher ups about your sentence”, ghost replied with a indifferent tone. his heavy stare weighing you down as you stared up at him from your mattress. nodding your head, you stand up and let him lead you out of your cell. on your walk with him, you couldn’t help but wonder, ‘why do the higher ups want to talk about your sentence? is it because of the almost fight yesterday?’ you thought with concern.

as you two continued to make turns throughout the jail hallways, you also thought about how your door was unlocked this morning, and how ghost simply opened the door just now.

not even bothering to reach for his universal cell key like usual.

you looked over at him, taking notice of his demeanor today. his head held straight ahead as he kept a hand on your shoulder, gently nudging you in the direction he wanted you to go in.

“simon, good you’re on time. this is the inmate, right?” you heard a calm but confident voice speak in you and ghost’s direction when you passed by a door in the hallway.

‘simon?’ you thought in confusion.

you had no idea who the man was referring to, your head turning to look around the hallway to see if any other guard was there. “yea, this is er’” you heard ghost answer, nodding his head at you. you looked over at him in surprise, feeling intrigued about this information about him. ‘so his real name is simon’ you acknowledge in your thoughts. making sure to not say anything out loud.

the mustached man gave you once over quickly as he leaned against the door of his office. the large brown door reading: Captain Price.

you assumed that he is the one making the decision about your sentencing then. “alright, y/n—you know that you’ve got about 4 months and some weeks left to serve”, price says as he looks at you. his vibrant blue eyes staring at you with a hint of a smirk, as if he knew some information that no one else was privy to.

“yes sir”, you nod.

“good, well consider yourself in luck. for whatever reason, the judge changed his mind. says that if you get a good recommendation from the lead guard of your cell block… you’ll be good to go” he reveals as he looks over at simon briefly. the two men holding eye contact for a moment, sharing a silent agreement between them before price looked over at you again.

“ok, who is the lead guard?”, you ask quickly. deciding that you’d be the most obedient and practically kiss ass inmate you could be to get out of here. it seems like your prayers had finally been answered.

“yer standing next to im” simon spoke blankly.

turning your head you looked over at him, his unexpressive eyes staring into yours with interest. the look in his eye sending a shiver down your spine. you could only imagine the debt you were racking up with him so far. yesterday he saved you from a fight, and now your entire fate is in his hands for whether you’ll spend the next five months in this hell or not.

“ok” you say shakily before looking over at price.

“alright then, take her back to the cafeteria. she’s late for breakfast” price nods toward simon again before turning around and walking back into his office. simon turned around with his hand still on your shoulder, leading you back to your cell blocks cafeteria. but you were just happy to not be handcuffed like usual.

you walk alongside simon silently as you head back to the cell area. the both of your footsteps being the only sound on the walk back.

“are you going to give me a good recommendation?” you ask outright. deciding to just come right out and ask him now so you didn’t have to ruminate on the question for the rest of the month. you didn’t know what he’d say, it’s not like you two ever interacted much. but you were hopeful that he’d take pity on you and let you off easy.

simon simply shrugged, turning his gaze towards yours lazily. “Dunno, guess we’ll see” he replied in a gruff tone.

you nodded, accepting his unenthusiastic answer for what it is. it’s not in your hands, it’s up to simon and whatever he thinks in that large head of his. you’d never seen him without his mask, you couldn’t help but think about what he looks like underneath it. you’d never seen him without it. you were finding it hard to understand him, especially due to the limited interactions and information you have about him.

“kay” you nod noncommittally.

when you two finally get to the cafeteria, all of your fellow inmates turn to look at you in surprise. you could only imagine that they’re all wondering where you went, and how you came back with ghost unharmed at that. you expected him to let you go now and then go stand in the corner where the guards normally wait during cafeteria time.

except this time, he walked with you. his hand falling from your shoulder to the middle of your back.

he guided you to the lunch lady, picking up a plate as you two walked from tray to tray to pick out your breakfasts. when you got to the older lunch lady, she picked up her large metal spoon. preparing to give you the mashed potato slop that she gives every prisoner on this day of the week before simon clears his throat unnervingly.

“give er’ what the guards get”, he requests in a gruff tone. his pale eyes staring at the lunch lady with an uncompromising expression.

without hesitation, you see the lunch lady place the spoon down and turn towards a large oven in the back of the kitchen. when she returned she had two bowls of satisfactory looking spaghetti, and two sandwiches wrapped in saran wrap.

“here ya go, sir” the old lady huffs as she places a bowl and a sandwich on each of your trays.

simon nods, satisfied with the change as you stood beside him feeling dumbfounded. here he was doing yet another thing to accommodate you during your time in this jail. you already had your suspicions about the dynamic changing between you two, but this solidifies it. inmates never get guard food, which is higher quality within itself. simon has the whole cafeteria terrified of him as the other inmates try to keep their gazes away from the two of you, likely in fear that he’ll turn around and spot them looking.

“c’mon” simon urges you as he walks away. heading toward the black guards table at the end of the cafeteria.

you walk behind him quickly, almost hoping that the other inmates can’t see what’s on your plate. you didn’t want any more trouble to come from his favoritism. sitting across him, you happily grabbed the fork and began eating the warm spaghetti. it tasted like a michelin grade meal in comparison to what you’ve getting for the past few weeks. you couldn’t help the little hum noise that exits your mouth.

simon looks up at you, his reaction being as if the hum noise was an earthshaking sound. “ya like it?”, he stares at your chewing mouth.

“yes, thank you”, you reply politely. he nods his head, apparently pleased with your response as you continued eating. he then lifted his hands to his throat, hooking them underneath the neck of his balaclava and then pulled the material to the bridge of his nose—which you can now see is crooked. but that isn’t the only thing that’s awry about his face from what you could see. he did have full pale pink lips, but there was a massive scar that looked like he’d been cut through the side of his top and bottom lip with a knife. there was many other smaller scars and marks on his cheeks and jawline that suggested a life of fighting.

you didn’t mean to but your eyes kept drinking in the look of his face as he grabbed the sandwich he got and began unwrapping it.

“was in the military”, he states without you asking any questions.

you just nod, figuring from his demeanor alone, that he wouldn’t want to talk too much about the exact moments that causes so many scars. you could only imagine that if his face was this marred, the rest of his body must’ve been a war zone as well. you lower your eyes, going back to eating your hot spaghetti. you began to feel the weight of someone’s stare being aimed directly at your mouth. making the muscles in your face go on edge.

simon’s staring at your chewing mouth, watching your jaw go up and down repeatedly before you swallow each bite. his eyes being fixed on your mechanical movements.

the attention made you take a hard swallow as you watched him stare. the situation was taking you right back to your prior suspicions about the debt you’ve been accruing with this man. you were feeling it grow every time he did something for you, and you couldn’t help but quiver as you thought about it.

by the time you’d finished both your spaghetti and sandwich, simon was already long done with his food.

he stood up, taking your tray and his to the trash before walking back to you at the table. “c’mon” he said as he waited for you to get up. you complied, standing up and moving around the table to walk with him towards where the other inmates were seated.

“time”, he barks out loudly, even startling you.

the inmates stood abruptly, the chatter stopping immediately as everyone hurried to form a line against the wall. you hurriedly moved to get to the back of that line, walking away from simon to join the others. he gives you no issue for it, waiting for the line to form perfectly before walking towards where the rest of you stood. with the amount of fear that he struck into all of you, he could’ve given you a specific order to stand in and everyone would comply.

“walk” he barked again.

the line leader didn’t wait, just hurriedly turning the corner to head back to the cell block. it was an uneventful walk, just everyone silently going back into their cells when they got close enough.

when you finally got to your cell, you sat on the edge of the mattress like you always do. not having anything to occupy yourself with as you slipped off your white jail slippers and laid back on the bed. it was still early in the day, but when you’re in jail there’s just a limited amount of things you can do. you closed your eyes, imaging that you were back at home doing something you loved.

that imagery alone guided you to sleep.

when you woke it was late at night, the entire cell block being mostly silently beside for the sounds of some distant chatter here and there in some cells. you had no idea why you even woke, it was dark in the cell block and you couldn’t see anything. but you did hear the shift of a foot, which made you strain your eyes to try and see where it came from.

when you looked closer to your cell door, you noticed that it was ajar again—much like it was yesterday.

you were once again confused as you looked to the right in the darkness of your cell. you breath hitching in your throat as you noticed a tall figure, clad in black standing against the wall. trying to squint your eyes to get a closer look at him, the most you could recognize is the bulletproof vest that the intruder donned. recognition coming to you quickly as you realized who it was,

simon.

you look at him silently and he makes no effort to speak either. although he was well aware that you’re awake at this point. you shift to sit up as much as you can on the bunk bed, leaning your back against the wall. simon steps closer to you, bending down to be eye level with you as you get a look at those familiar pale eyes.

“time t’ pay up” he says gruffly, not expounding on what that entails.

you let yourself simmer on what he could possibly mean by those vague words. all you could register is that you were right all along about the debt. that there would come a time for repayment, and it seems that the time is now.

“what do you want from me?” you ask calmly. your heart beating rapidly in your chest, the situation filling you with anxiety.

he only makes a motion to shrug that you could make out in the darkness. he moves closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder to guide you to lean forward. despite his shrug, he seemed to know exactly what he wanted from you. he slid a rough hand against your jaw before moving to undo the belt of his black cargo pants. you were stunned as you witnessed everything unfolding before you. your mind coming to the understanding that he wanted you to suck his cock.

you took deep breaths, trying to rationalize to yourself that it’s okay and that this is the small cost for your freedom. this is probably all he wants from you anyways.

once it’s over, you’ll be done and on the first bus back home in no time. simon could see the gears turning in your head as he undid his belt, unbuttoning his cargos while he looked. you scooted forward on the bed, moving to position yourself nearer to his cock. simon lifted the bottom half of his shirt, giving you better access to his heavy cock. and from what you could see in the darkness, simon was hung. he couldn’t be any less then 7 inches with impressive girth. his heavy balls hanging behind his cock as well.

you looked up at him for another moment, trying to help yourself come to terms with the reality. “go on” he grunted, his heavy cock twitching as it hung hard and heavy before you.

you sat on the edge of the mattress, moving forward to place a hand on his cock. you moved your face towards it, trying to decide the best way to do it. you weren’t planning to do too much anyways, hoping that some lazy head would suffice. you stroked his cock a bit first before moving your mouth to the tip of it. placing the thick mushroom head on your hot tongue.

at that sensation simon let out a heavy huff of approval.

you kept going, trying to sink all of his cock in your mouth as you felt the weightiness of it. your wet mouth engulfing him as you place a hand on his lower stomach to steady yourself. you could hear his breath hitch above you as you continued. slurping on his cock as you twirled your tongue on him. you weren’t really trying too hard, not bobbing your head or giving him the extra attention that you could’ve, which simon picked up on.

“suck it like y’mean it—or i’ll throat fuck ya instead. n’ yer not gonna like that” he barked out at you, making you scared for a moment.

he was talking so loud, it was as if he didn’t care at all about the inmates in the cell block. not only that, but you didn’t like the sound of his threat either. so you started moving to suck his cock better. moving your wet mouth the base of his cock, suctioning your lips there before sliding back to suck on the tip. you swirled your tongue on the tip each time you went to it. you kept one hand on his lower stomach still to prevent him from throat fucking you like he threatened. but used your other hand to slide down and play with his heavy balls.

“better”, he grunted.

you kept repeating the bobbing motions, this time when you got the tip you paused. pulling him from your mouth entirely to begin kissing the tip of his cock. the wide head of it leaking with precum as you tongue kissed it. placing butterfly kisses on it and then adding twirls of your tongue on it.

simon moaned out a heavy noise in pleasure at those movements. you moved again, this time moving his cock to the side so you could suck on his heavy balls. placing your wet lips against them as you open your mouth wide enough to engulf one entirely. you suckled on it gently while using your free hand to stroke his cock continuously. “awh- fuck, feels good” simon encouraged you. his hand reaching up to hold onto the top bunk bed.

you paused your hand on his tip, pressing your thumb into it which made simon shiver completely. his body going tense as came without any warning.

you suddenly felt the heat of his cum splattering on your face as simon moaned out loudly. clearly uncaring for the other people around. you jerked him off as he came, his entire body getting paralyzed for a moment as he did. “fuck—you’ve got a good fucking mouth on ya” he groaned as he waited for his heart to start beating again. you pulled away from him, sliding off the lower bunk to stand and go to the metal tiny sink you had in the cell. turning it on, you splashed the water on your face to get his cum off of you.

when you were done, you noticed that simon had taken a seat on your mattress. pants still undone as he leaned back calmly.

you walked over to the mattress and stared down at him in confusion. wasn’t he going to leave now? simon opened his closed eyes to look up at you, his pale blue eyes looking unamused with your behavior.

“sit down” he stated, and when you hesitated his face tensed, “now” he ordered you, which you complied to.

you sat on the lower bunk beside him with perfect stillness. your back straight as an arrow as you wondered why he hadn’t left yet. you sucked him off and made him cum, what does he possibly want from you? you looked at him beside you, his body obviously relaxed as he leaned against the cell wall. you looked at his cock that laid half hard against his cargos.

“aren’t we done here?” you ask directly.

you wanted to know why he hasn’t left yet, you’ve already done you’re part. “we’re done when i say we’re done” simon rolls his eyes as he moves his hand to grasp your wrist. he pulls your arm towards his cock, making you wrap your hand around him before looking at you with a dead gaze. his eyes look both indifferent but equally intrigued at the same time. the juxtaposition in his gaze made you confused once more.

“get me hard again”, he ordered you before leaving your hand alone on his cock.

you decided not to fight, just wanting the night to be over with as you started jerking him off again. you held eye contact with him as you did it. slipping your hand up and down from the base to the tip repeatedly until his breath picked up again. his cock grew hard in your hand relatively fast as he watched you stroke him.

simon shifted once he was hard again, signaling you to stop. he reached his hand up, pulling his balaclava off completely so his face could get fresh air. you’re eyes squinting in the darkness to try and see him clearly but you weren’t able to see much. you could make out his major features, his thick blond eyebrows, pale pink lips, large crooked nose, and pale blue eyes. you could also see that his blond hair was cut into a buzzcut. the only scar you could make out in this darkness being a long jagged scar that’s raised, that slices right through his eyebrow, over his eyelid onto his cheek.

you could only imagine what a scar of that magnitude must’ve looked like when it was fresh. “enough starin’, take tha’ jumpsuit off. about to fuck ya” he told you in a monotone voice.

although his tone of voice didn’t match the way his pupils were dilated when looking at you. you undid the front zipper of your jumpsuit, sliding the whole body suit off your shoulders and then off of your legs. dropping the orange number on the ground as you looked back at simon. it was his turn to stare at his eyes racked over your nearly naked form.

“yer’ a pretty girl”, he said softly like he was just stating the obvious. “bet that pussy’s just as pretty” he added.

you weren’t sure what position to get in so you waited on him to tell you. in a way, you were telling yourself you were just eager to get it over with, wanting the debt to paid so you could go on in peace. but if you were being truthful with yourself, you were extremely wet and you wanted to have sex him as well. after seeing the size of his cock, you instantly thought in the back of your mind how he would feel inside of you—seems like you’re about to find out.

simon moved to the end of the mattress, his hulking form somehow fitting as he got on his knees. “bend over” he told you.

you got in position, bending over on the mattress before him. placing your face into the single pillow you have on the bed, and arching your back for him. “good girl”, he praised you as he moved closer behind you, lining himself up to your hot and wet pussy. your fingers gripped the mattress anxiously as you waited for his intrusion.

“pretty pussy, just as i expected” he complimented you which made your pussy tightened a bit uncontrollably.

were you liking this? he rubbed his wide tip over your hole then he started to slip his tip inside of you, making you still. the stretch feeling uncomfortable as his tip alone was wide enough to make you shiver. he grabbed a hold of your hip, moving forward to slip more of himself inside. you shook slightly on the bed, your pussy tingling uncomfortably from the stretch, and he wasn’t even close to all the way in yet.

“easy now”, he hushed you as he continued to slowly slide himself in you.

you tried to hold still as you felt him stretching you out, his cock slipping inside of you. eventually you finally felt the weight of his balls hit the outside of your pussy. you released the breath you were holding in. widening your legs a bit, you felt incredibly stretched and full. the worse part being that, you loved it. it felt really good to be stuffed full by him. your pussy was pulsing around him endlessly and he hadn’t even begun thrusting yet.

“hm, you love it huh?” simon asked you arrogantly, feeling the way you couldn’t even hold it together. your pussy was pulsing so much, you were unconsciously pushing yourself back on him to get all of him in you, and you were so fucking wet. you weren’t going to be able to sleep on the lower bunk tonight.

simon slapped your ass when you didn’t answer, the sound reverberating in your cell dramatically. you could only imagine that the other block members heard it too. but his cock felt so good in you that you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“y-yes, i love it a lot. feels so good in me” you admit breathlessly.

you couldn’t help but think that even after you left the jail that you would’ve wanted to feel him in you again and again. the stretch was so fucking delicious that it’s sickening. when simon still didn’t move, you moved forward a bit and then slid back on him just to get the friction you wanted. “ah” you moaned as you felt him twitch in you.

simon reached forward and grabbed both of your arms, bringing them behind your back like you’ve gotten arrested—again. he held them there as you waited impatiently.

“c’mon, sir i need this, please” you plead without shame. you haven’t had sex that felt like this in your entire life.

“oh, y’need this?” he repeated with a smug tone.

“yesss” you nodded feverishly against the mattress. simon only scoffed before taking control again. pushing his cock in all the way to hilt and making you squeak. then pulling out until only the tip was left his inside. his cock being so drenched in your wetness that it made squelching noises in the cell.

his hold on your wrists was tight as he started to pick up the pace, fucking you roughly against the bed like how you both wanted it. your stomach tightened in the best way. you moaned into the thin pillow beneath you with pleasure. “ooo- god yessss” you cried out as you felt him go harder while pounding you. the sound of skin slapping and wet squelches filing your cell—and likely the surrounding cells as well.

simon’s thick cock stretching you wide felt so good you could cry. he lifted one leg up, getting into the position for a proposal to get better leverage to fuck you deeper and harder.

“takin’ me so well, wanna make it yours?” he asks you as he fucks you aggressively.

“i-i do, wanna make it mine forever” you admit.

your admission making simon’s eyebrows raise, forever? he hadn’t thought about that. but now that you’ve brought it to his attention, he wouldn’t mind keeping you forever. getting you out of this dingy cell, moving you into his house. making you his girl. with the way your pussy felt, the idea wasn’t sounding half bad. you’d just put an idea in his head that you shouldn’t have, because now he won’t forget it.

“then take this dick” he rasped out as he used your wrists to yank you back on his cock repeatedly.

you whined out against the bed, the wet palp noises filling the space as you could felt every ridge and vein on his cock. his nasty thrusts fucking you into oblivion. his deep pounding making your toes curl, you were loving it. your eyes rolling back in your head as you took him in graciously.

you could hear simon’s deep grin behind you, liking how you’re reacting to it. “mm” he hummed in pleasure. the gravelly noise exiting his throat as he watched your ass ripple from the pounding he was giving you.

he paused his nectarean thrusts for a moment, releasing his grip on your wrists. “yer turn, and y’better fuck me like y’mean it if you wanna get out here”, he said whilst folding his arms over his chest.

you looked over your shoulder at him, seeing the seriousness in his demeanor as he waited for you to fuck yourself on his cock. at this point, you’d be doing it for the prospect of freedom as well as pleasure. stretching your arms in front you after having them placed behind your back for a while, you used them to support yourself on the bed. deciding to grip the metal headboard of the bunk bead and use it for leverage. you slowly started thrusting yourself back on his cock.

“sooo good” you moaned out as got into the rhythm of taking control of the pace.

now that you were doing it yourself, your entire body was facing the sensation tenfold. you could feel the way your spine stiffened as you tried to maintain your arch while throwing your ass back on simon. moreover, your pussy clenched mercilessly on his fat cock as you felt even more aroused then before. your pussy getting wetter to help support your motions.

“niceee, jus’ like that. tha’s a good pussy”, simon praises you while feeling how much tighter and wetter you’ve gotten.

“seems like you wanted to be in control all along”, he teases you in a gruff voice as he feels your ass meeting his hips repeatedly. working at your own pace, you squeal in pleasure when simon reaches a hand underneath you to play with your clit. taking the free opportunity to stimulate you more.

“bet yer gonna make it reallll messy for me, eh?” he asks as he rubs two large and rough fingers around on your sensitive clit.

the entire palm of his hand getting soaked with your wetness as a result. you kept sliding your pussy down on his cock, relishing in the feeling of when you stuff of all him into the hilt. the stretch being so sickeningly sweet. “mhmm” you hum in response as your arms get weak from forcing yourself back on him.

“wanna cum for you so bad” you squeal out, the sound of your cry echoing in the block.

“don’ worry, i’ll get y’there” he reassures you. taking the control back as he starts pounding your pussy mercilessly all over again. forcing you to cry into the pillow.

“nah-uh, lift y’head up girl, wanna hear those cries”, simon grunts as he reaches forward and snatches the pillow from beneath you. you whined out loud instead, the sound of moans matching the sound of the loud plapping noises now.

“not gonna last much longer” simon huffs as he keeps going, fucking you almost off the bed at this point. your body unwilling shifting from his plowing thrusts.

your clenching pussy, being enough to make simon go still. his stomach flexing as he cums inside of you. “argh- take it all” he barks out as his hot cum gets released in your belly. his hips resuming thrusting in you as he makes an effort to make you finish too. he reaches his hand down again, rolling your clit beneath his fingers as you quake beneath him,

“f-fuck feels good” you cry out as he keeps going whilst plowing his sensitive cock in you.

his face being absolutely wrecked with tension from the overstimulation of his sensitive cock. “need ya t’ cum y/n. wanna feel this pussy creamin’ me” he demands as he keeps pounding you, not resting for a moment as he goes steady.

“so close” you squeak as you feel your toes curling again and your stomach tightening.

simon reaches forward, place his hand on your neck to force your face into the sheets. still using his other hand to play with clit as he thrusts roughly into you. from the addition of his hand on your neck, you cry out so loudly that you know you must’ve waken up the entire block at this point. “g-ghostttt fuck, fuck! m’cumming”. you’re body shaking as you cum on his cock. his dick getting covered in the mixture of your fluids as he tries to keep his pace and fuck you through it.

you couldn’t take it anymore, your sensitive pussy leading you to try and crawl up the bed to avoid his bullying cock. “good job” he says as he slows his harsh thrusts and eventually slowly slides out of you.

a loud squelching noise plaguing the room, but you could hardly hear it anyways.

your ears were ringing, your stomach had butterflies, and your hips were tired from being bent over so long. you happily belly flopped onto the thin mattress, enjoying the comfort of it more than you ever had before. simon sat still behind you, resting on his haunches as he registered the aftermath of his desire for you. your hair was tangled, you were laid flat out on the bed, he sat feeling very tired himself as his ears tuned in to the sound of whispers in the cell block.

he could hear it coming from the cells beside yours, in front it, and even the first floor level of cells that sat just beneath your concrete dungeon.

he watched you calmly, assessing how you fell straight to sleep. maybe it’s for the best, he could only imagine that you wouldn’t want to be faced with the reality of what you two had done. an illegal act that all the cell members in the vicinity had heard in some way or another. rising from the bed slowly—to avoid waking you—simon slowly begins to redress himself. placing his black cargos, black hoodie, and cloth balaclava on before even attempting to step outside the cell.

for a moment, he considered what he should do. he couldn’t exactly leave you here until morning in this state. especially not when everyone knows what you two had done.

simon decided to make a quick decision, maybe not a smart one but—it would buy him more time to get price to sign your release documents. despite the fact that you would be already released. he was violating so many codes and rules with what he’s doing, what he’s done. but breaking rules was nothing new to him. he was always a headstrong individual, living life on his terms and it’s gotten him this far.

why not go all out?

simon huffed out of his mouth, leaning down to shake your shoulder. you lied face first on the mattress, your body trying to recover from the intense workout you had just been put through. “oi” simon grunted, his large hand shaking your shoulder repeatedly to get your attention.

you groaned in complete annoyance, you were teetering on the edge of being pissed off.

you were so sleepy you could cry, you didn’t want to be awake right now. you felt you needed a 15-hour nap to recuperate from the hard fucking you just took. but simon didn’t have that kind of time at this point.

“get up n’ put your clothes on, we’re leaving”.

you heard what he said, the sentence itself making your whole body stiffen on the bed. tilting your tired head towards him to see him fully dressed and looking at you seriously. ‘leaving’ you thought as you looked at him. did he mean leaving your cell? or leaving this jail altogether? simon looked into your tired squinting eyes and nodded. not needing to speak any further for you to get the point.

you were leaving, for good.

you sat up as fast as you could for a person with a tired back, hips, and brutalized pussy. you slid your jumpsuit on, not even bothering to attempt to put on the jail grade sports bra and underwear they gave you. your whole body was too sensitive to bother with things like that now. he waited on you to finish, his large arms folded over his chest as he waited.

“alrigh’ you ready to be free?” he asked with a serious expression. making it known to you that you were about to be embarking on a interesting path. a path with you and him.

“yes, let’s do it”, you said whilst following him out of the cell and into the darkness of the cell block hallway.

since the day you moved in, he’d been watching you. he’s always been turned on way too easily, and yet you make him even more feral. before your first shower there, he watched you through the walls, touching himself through his pants. he tried his best to keep quiet, but you got him so worked up a few breathy moans slipped out, but you didn’t notice. as he got more comfortable around you, of course he becomes sloppy and starts hinting at his presence. once he revealed himself to you and it was time for his goodnight kiss, all he could think about is how much he wanted to feel your lips on his and fuck you until he couldn’t feel his legs anymore.

when you kiss the painted lips of his mask, he took the opportunity to kiss you passionately, yet very inexperienced and sloppy. you guide him and correct him while his hands roamed around your body. he reaches up and squeezes your boobs, causing you to moan into the kiss. you break the kiss to take off your shirt and brahms stares at your chest without shame before pulling your bra down and watching himself squeeze and play with your boobs. it was so much better to see your tits in hands than seeing them while you’re getting a shower or imagining it while jerking off.

“i wanna put my mouth on them, please y/n, i’ve been so good for you,” brahms begs. you nod in response, a green light for what he wants to do to you. as soon as you let him, he puts one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking softly.

“mmh, fuck brahms,” you moan, loving the masked man’s lips around your areola.

you’re so wet you can feel a wet spot starting to form in your panties. you palm his dick, causing him to buck his hips into your hand, making him more desperate. he moves his hands to your ass, pulling up your skirt to showcase your comfy pink frilly panties, which happened to be his favorite. that’s why he picked today out of all days to reveal himself to you. he sticks his fingers in the band of your panties, impatient to take them off. you start grinding his hard dick through his pants against your pussy only covered by a semi thin layer of comfy silk. he whimpers and moans in response. after only about two minutes, you can tell he is getting close.

“wanna be your good boy,” brahms whines almost incoherently, “wanna make you feel good.”

this gives you the idea of letting him do what he has been fantasizing about since the day you got there. you get up and slide off your panties before getting on the bed and spreading your legs, showing brahms how turned on he made you. he practically almost cums in his pants when you do that, he eagerly crawls to you on the bed and asks for permission.

“may i? please?” he begs, longing to touch you.

when you nod your head as a green light, he spreads your cunt open and looks at it, covered in your sticky juices. he slides his middle finger up and down your slit before slipping it in. his finger is moving slowly so you can adjust to it. you quietly moan in response, bucking your hips slightly to have more stimulation.

“such a pretty pussy, y/n, wanna touch it more,” brahms shyly praises you, glad you can’t tell how flustered he is under the mask. in response to this, you wrap your legs around him.

he had learned how you touch yourself and what kind of porn you watched or listened to. if you left your phone unlocked while you were preoccupied, he would steal it and look through all he could on your phone, including all of your intimate texts and search history. this would not only help fuel his fantasies but learn how you liked to be fucked, especially since he almost knew he’d be in this situation someday.

“can i? please, i’ve been so good i wanna be your good boy,” brahms asks before he puts another finger in.

“yes, brahms, please,” you whine. you were beyond horny at this point, his agonizingly slow finger fucking wasn’t enough to even begin soothing your need to be fucked by him.

you reach down and take your middle and ring fingers to in between your legs and start rubbing in circles. soon the room became filled with “mmh”s and “fuck”s as your secret admirer began picking up the pace. he knew you were close, and he loved the fact that he was bringing you to your high. you gradually started bucking your hips more, rubbing your clit more aggressively.

“brahms, im gonna cum!” you choke out between moans and whimpers.

he starts going faster while bending over and sucking on your nipple gently. as you finish, your legs shake and you buck your hips, your orgasm covering brahms’ fingers. he pulls them out of you and looks at the mess you made on them. he turns away and puts his fingers under his mask and into his mouth, tasting them.

“you taste amazing, mommy. wanna make you cum again all over me,” he utters after pulling his mask back down and going over to you again. he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants before pulling them off, his boxer briefs follwing soon after, along with his cardigan and tank top. you saw how hung and thick he was, it couldn’t be less than seven inches. his tip was smeared with precum. he was already very close to orgasm, so you decide to give him his first blowjob.

you make him lay down on the bed as you lay on top of him starting at his waist. you lick from the start of the base to the top of his tip, he whimpers in response. you wrap your mouth around his entire tip while driving your hands up and down the base. you swirl your tongue around his slit. his breath hitches and he starts bucking his hips, the tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag. you let go of his cock and place his hand on the back of your head, pressing down for him. he understands what you want him to do and grabs your hair, pushing your head up and down while thrusting his hips upwards.

“mommy, mommy, thank you” he yelps out, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum. can i cum? please!” he begs, desperate to finish. he pulls your head up so you can get some air and respond to him.

“yes, you can brahms,” you say, panting before he shoves your head back down so your mouth swallows his throbbing cock. he releases his hot and sticky semen down your throat, yelping as he does so.

“thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” he yells out, almost incoherently.

you take your mouth off his dick and swallow his cum before straddling him and sticking his still throbbing dick inside of you. he places his hands on your hips and helps guide you up and down fast.

“mmh, feels so good. you’re so tight and wet, mommy!” brahms yells out, nearing another orgasm. usually he doesn’t cum this fast, but you got him so worked up and you’re making his late night fantasies come true.

you place your hands on his hairy chest as you bounce at a steady pace. brahms reaches around to slap your ass and grab it.

“you’re so perfect, mommy. i want to make you cum while i’m inside you, i wanna suck on your tits again while you cum mommy,” brahms begs.

you bend over and feel his lips latch around your nipple while he squeezes the other boob with his hand. he reaches his free hand down to rub your clit. you can tell he is desperate to make you cum.

soon enough, you cum and feel him thrust up into you, both of you finishing at the same time. he lets go of your chest and you ride out your high. you get up off of him and lay down next to him, both of you tired and out of breath.

“come on, let’s get you cleaned up. i’ll start the bath,” you get up off the bed and head to the bathroom, you start the water in the bathtub and plug it.

you drag brahms into the bathroom after what seems like forever and get him to lay in the tub. you start lathering his dark curly hair. after you rinse out the soap, you wash his body and get him out of the tub before getting a bath yourself.