Evan

There is nothing more torturous than watching the person you love by afar. Needing to hide away from their sight, unallowed to get any closer or your cover would be blown and chance ruined. Gyutaro would know better as he’s been stalking and lusting after you ever since you stood up to the other boys who bullied him.

“The ugly skeleton” was a title he had once worn whilst his younger sister Daki was slandered as a whore and even raped if some rumors were to be believed. But all that changed once the siblings were taken under the care of Muzan Kibutsuji – the new principal, a man every student feared to cross. From then no one dared to step on Gyutaro or his sister. The students became his slaves excluding you of course.

With his new power, Gyutaro got rid of every person who had once made fun of him or bad-mouthed his sister. The student populace was now afraid of him, knowing full well that stepping out of line would get them kicked out of the place and their future ruined.

Finally, Gyutaro found himself worthy of asking you to be his girlfriend...only to face a bitter rejection. “What’s happened to you Gyutaro? Now that you have a strong backing you’ve become just like the people who had once abused you!” you exclaimed out of horror for his new reputation despite having formed a soft spot for him.

 Those words stung like a dagger in his gut but his anger was swept away by your angelic looks, by your compassion for the oppressed and not to mention your ever-lasting beauty. But a rejection remained a rejection so Gyutaro ought to teach you a lesson.

Everything began with a simple tripping whenever you walked to your seat or through the hallways. He was determined to make you change your mind, have you begging on your knees for him to take you back, apologizing for offending him but was left disappointed as you were not so easily beaten down. For this reason he decided to increase the pressure by blackmailing your friends to abandon you. Surely you would run to his arms if there was no one else to comfort you, right? WRONG. It made you even angrier and colder towards him if that was even possible.

The long wait for your affection was torturous. He longed to touch you, feel your skin under his touch. Once while you were taking a shower after getting sweaty from running laps, he stole your used panties and sniffed them the whole day in quiet places where there were no people to watch his actions. That night he masturbated himself with your panties and made sure to have his release in them, pretending that it was your womb.

Gyutaro’s need for you drew him nearly insane and he had gotten impatient waiting for a reaction from you, so he decided to do something that would definitely draw your attention. He messed with your exam paper and had the teacher grade your paper by taking away 20 points from the 100 out of 100 you had scored. It worked!  You stormed towards him as soon as you could find him alone and confronted him about it. For Gyutaro it didn’t matter now whether you shouted at him or talked sweetly, it was your attention he craved for. What he never expected, however, was that during your rant you unintentionally admitted having a weak spot for him due to all the actions you took to protect him from the constant bullying he was once subjugated to. It went around the lines of “…How can you do this to me when I cared so much about you” or something of the sort. It also made him realize how fucked up his actions had become and was about to apologize to you but you had already turned around and walked away with angry tears in the corners of your eyes.

That evening you made yourself some tea to calm your nerves when an unexpected knock came from your doors. It was none other than the big bad bully Gyutaro, all drenched from the pouring rain outside and clutching a sheet of paper tightly to his chest. You were beyond confused on what business he would have here, especially at this hour but it all cleared out once he gave you the paper which you recognized as your test, however, this time the score was 100 instead of 80.

“I-I gave this back to the teacher once you had thrown it away and asked her to recheck your work.” He stammered out, the guilt obvious in the tone of his voice.

Once you looked  up to his sad face you had no heart to leave him out in the rain so you invited him in for a hot drink to warm himself.

“I don’t have any dry clothes that would fit you and all I can offer is one of my oversized hoodi…” “It’s ok.” He interrupted you mid-sentence. I won’t be bothering you for long.” That pulled some strings in your hearth as you could clearly see that under the bully was the pitiful boy you had once protected from the cruelty of the school. You could also sense that he was quite uncomfortable in your presence, not from his wet clothing though but rather being shy.

You tried to do some small talk with him about his new life under his new caretaker, which opened him up a little bit but otherwise you two sat in an awkward silence, sipping your hot drinks.

All of a sudden Gyutaro turned to you fully in all seriousness or at least as much as he could muster up at that moment and tried his best to tell you something without tripping over his words. “I’m…I… I am kinda really s-sorry about how I-I’ve treated y-you and…and I want to say, to tell…” but before he could finish you kissed him out of nowhere, your soft hands gently cupping his cheeks. He reacted by taking a hold of your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

Gyutaro felt himself filled with warmth despite still wearing his rain soaked clothing and he was getting undeniably hard. You felt a slight poke against your lower regions and as you looked down it was a gamechanger.

You didn’t hold back and gave him heated, passionate kisses one after the other and before you knew it he was lifting you up and carrying you in his arms. “First door on the right.” You whispered before returning to the kiss to provide a way to your bedroom.

Once inside you were placed slowly and gently on the bed with Gyutaro’s arms roaming around all over your body and his mouth still attached to yours.

Everything he did was slow and gentle proving all over again how soft Gyutaro was on the inside, or at least soft for you with the only hard part about him being his cock.

You were so into your passionate makeout session that you hardly took notice of him discarding both your and his clothes. You only noticed when feeling the touch of his hands on your bare skin, his palms gently massaging your hips at one point and touching your nipples at another.

“Gyutaro stop.” You said as you broke away from the kiss. For a moment he thought he had dome something wrong but he was reassured once you continued, “I want to feel you inside of me.” He smiled and positioned himself at your entrance and entered you slowly. “It’s fine Taro. Go faster and harder! I am no virgin.” He obliged, however, he felt bad that he wasn’t your first and other men had been with you but it all passed once he felt the pleasure of fucking you, claiming you for himself. You might have been with others but now you’re mine, Gyutaro thought to himself and increased his speed as much as he could, rutting in you like an animal taking it’s mate in heat.

Gyutaro kissed your neck and chest while you moaned his new nickname Taro in extasy. The sounds you made especially his name rung so pleasantly in his ears that in a few more thrusts he quickly pulled out and came on your belly, painting it snow white with his warm cum.

He laid next to you feeling spent from all the action and breathing heavily. Gyutaro felt bad that he couldn’t bring you to your climax so he reached with his hand between your legs trying to pin point your clit. Your response of pleasured moan confirmed that he had found the right spot and started to rub you, flexing his arm to increase his speed.

Your toes curled and your body thrashed around from the pleasure until the point where he got on top of you again just to hold you down. This rough and forceful side of him turned you on even more and made you cum in no time before Gyutaro was again laying besides you, only this time you were the one releasing heavy pants and trying to steady your breath.

“I love you!” said Gyutaro before reaching for your hand and pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckle. “I love you too!”.

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Gyutaro’s clothes were put on a dryer whilst your bodies were still against each other in your bedroom. He sat on your bed with you on his lap with your back pressed against his chest and his cock inside of your pussy. Both of you were facing a mirror on the opposite side of the wall and watched as Gyutaro was slowly thrusting upwards inside of you.

You were both exhausted from the previous love makings but still felt the need to be close to each other.

You smiled in reflection thinking of how did you got from a soaked bully making his apologies at your doorstep to having his cock buried in you countless times in a single night.

Marks, cuts and bruises can be easily hidden. Rumors on the other hand spreads like wildfire. It was hard to survive in a school where there are rumors on every corner about you being a whore and a slut for every person with a cock.

The gratitude for such a thing obviously goes to Dabi, the gangster of the school and the person who has destroyed many girls lives. It usually starts with a small gossip uttered from him which then grows in size going through his friend circle. Then add few more people and all of a sudden you are being shamed and laughed at on every corner.

You walked through school with your head facing the ground as other people laughed at you, called you names and pushed you around from person to person until you ended up on the ground with fresh bruises. Dabi would sneer at your miserable state and sometimes even join in which is why you currently were at the top of the school’s roof, looking over the campus with teary eyes. You didn’t even bother picking up your things as there would be no need for them anymore.

“Courage Y/n, courage!” you whispered to yourself as you were about to climb up on the edge only to be disturbed by lord bully himself. “Damn you surely are fucked up!” he walked closer to you and on instinct you backed away (not that there was much space behind you). “Fuck off Dabi.” You growled under your breath and turned around to proceed with your plan.

Your body was stopped by Dabi’s tight grip and he pulled you further away, keeping you locked in his strong arms. “As if I’d let you leave me.” He whispered in your ear. Dabi forcefully turned you around and in a swoop his mouth was devouring yours. His arms pushed you closer against his chest, leaving no space behind you, nor was it possible for you to get away from him. You scratched at his arms to make him stop as you were nearly out of oxygen. Luckily he got the hint and broke the kiss but not before he got the chance to lick your lower lip.

“What the fuck are you doing Dabi?!” you shouted at him, pushing his body away from your own. “You’ve turned my life into hell already so why stop me from actually going there?”. Visible tears were dripping from your eyes as you uttered those words. Dabi tried to walk closer to you but you stepped to the side thus having more space for a retreat. “Why?” he asked rhetorically and pretended to think. “Hmmm, I don’t know. I guess I just like you Y/n. After all no one’s been able to stand rumors as long as you have, so I decided to make some part of them a reality.”

Whatever was on his mind didn’t make any sense to you but whatever was on his mind was bad news for you in any case. An alien instinct kicked in and you were running towards the edge, mind blank and course set straight to the bottom of the school. Dabi ran after you as fast as he could, grabbing your clothes in an attempt to stop you but the material ripped and you were nearly over the edge if it wouldn’t for Dabi holding your bottom half as tight as he could.

“Let go! Let me fucking go!” you screamed making your throat burn with the mix of tears. “Hell no.” he said calmly. “I don’t think I could ever let you go Y/n.” With all his strength he pulled you backwards and straight in his arms. “What kind of a person would I be if I’d let the woman who I love meet her end in such a horrible way?”

For a moment you thought that you had misheard him. His face hadn’t changed it’s expression but you could hear it in his voice that he was 100% serious. “But if danger is what turns you on then let’s do it your way.” He picked you up and sat you back on the edge, the pole behind your back being the only support for you. In a blink he finished tearing off what was left of your shirt and removed your bra in the same pace. Before you knew it Dabi had your breast in his mouth. One of Dabi’s arms held your body while the other one was fingering your cunt. From the resistance of your tight walls he could only conclude that you were in fact a virgin which added gasoline to the fires burning inside of him.

You’re body twisted from the foreign feeling you were experiencing. You didn’t know how to react but thankfully your instincts were greatly helping you there.

Dabi bit your nipple, making you moan loudly, ignoring the possibility of being seen. “You like it, don’t you little mouse?” he inquired before putting both of his hands on your tits and squeezing them. “Aaaah, yes.” You answered truthfully in a desperate voice, feeling the pleasure of the contact. “Guess I should make this quick before our absence is noticed by too many people.” He said and pushed your panties to the side so once his cock was unsheathed he could plunge right inside of you.

As he promised, Dabi didn’t waste any time and slowly entered your pussy with his length, making your walls stretch painfully. You were quietly sobbing in his chest, being thankful that he didn’t go all the way in right away, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. “Ngghhhh, sorry for hurting you little mouse, but I can’t resist this this tight little pussy of yours.” He said before thrusting his hips forwards and simultaneously holding your body close so you wouldn’t fall off the edge.

Thankfully the pain didn’t last long and before you knew it you were moaning like a whore just like said in the rumors. You weren’t ashamed though as Dabi might be the only person in the world to whom you’d ever whore yourself out. The thought seemed repulsing in its entirety however if being degraded would mean receiving pleasure from the man currently drilling your cunt, was it all that bad? Everyone has been slut-shaming you for ages so what do you have to lose? After all you doubted that Dabi being the fucking dom he is would allow any other person to make you feel good or even look your way.

You were brought back to reality only when Dabi bit down on your neck, a dark hickey already formed on your skin. It was his mark on you to make a statement that you were already taken and no one else were allowed to claim you.

Your fingers massaged his scalp lovingly as he grunted and fucked his cock harder inside of you. Your body had gone numb from the pain from the power of his arms and thrusts but the pleasure stayed with you, the moans kept spilling out and your stomach was filled with butterflies. It would be wrong of you to hate him now, not after he’s been making you feel this good. All thoughts of suicide had perished and were instead replaced with verbal ahs and ohs, completely submitting yourself to him.

“Dabi go harder!” you seemed to have lost your senses by now but it didn’t matter as long as you got what you wanted. Dabi on the other hand was shocked since he had already drained a lot of energy, but hearing you say it made it a challenge for him to make you regret saying it so he did his best to deprive you with the ability to walk for the next few days. His mouth situated itself again on your breasts, rolling his tongue over the areola and softly pulling at your nipples. He could feel himself getting close to his release but he was committed to have you cum first just to prove his superiority over you so he drew harsh circles over your clit which did it’s job perfectly.

Ken Ryuguji, commonly known as Draken was your one true love. Well, he didn’t know it yet but you were confident that one day he’d… notice you? Yeah, right, like that’d ever happen. But whatever the case you attended the same high school. You were both the same age and studied at the same classroom. And the unfortunate part that the love between you was one-sided (not that Draken was even aware of the fact).

Before a test you put an anonymous sticky note on his table wishing him good luck. But as soon as he came back to his seat and read it he ripped it to shreds and threw it in the trash can. After the test he intentionally bumped into your shoulder making you drop all of your books. He must’ve known it was me, you thought sadly. Though weirdly enough ever since that time he would throw nasty glares at you while Takemichi walked you home. Luckily he lived right next to your apartment.

Since your first plan had failed you turned to plan B, namely seduction. You handpicked short skirts, off the shoulder top and your favorite nikes. After you were finished you asked Takemitchi to rate your outfit and he said a 10 out of 10 while blushing. Unfortunately, Draken wasn’t blushing nor reacting any other way. He wasn’t even looking at you and would sternly go past you.

After lessons you saw how he yet again climbed on his motorcycle and rode away through the dark district. With all your willpower you bid Takemichi goodbye and went yourself through the shady street. There were many gangsters around and you, walking in your near-skimpy outfit, were an eye-candy ready to be eaten. “What’s up lil rabbit? Ran into the wrong whole?” a man wearing gang uniform said, walking closer to you. You didn’t even get to response as an engine roared behind you. Draken. “Come on fuckers, you’re missing the meeting.” He shouted at them before throwing another nasty glare at you.

You were angry and out of options, shouting in your pillow. Right then you came up with a plan – you’d return to that shady place and ask for some type of narcotics – pills, cocaine or whatever you could get, taking 1 million yen with you. Though this time you wore your white crop top and matching sweatpants so that those gangsters wouldn’t mistake you for a whore.

“Back again huh, little rabbit?” one of them said. “Look, I just need something to dull my mind.” You said a bit anxiously in order to make yourself a believable addict. Once again you were erupted by the same engine as the previous day, but this time Draken got off of his motorcycle and ordered you to leave. “Fuck you Kenny boy. What are you, my mother?” you shouted back. The men behind you started giggling but with a single look from Draken they stopped,

The blonde picked the 1 million yen you had in your hand as you were prepared to buy some drugs, shoved it in his pocket and ordered the men to follow him. But before they left one of them put a small pack of weed in your pocket. By this point you were even more frustrated and it even became hard for you to concentrate on your studies.

But after your today’s lessons you were so shocked when Draken grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to the P.E. hall from where he proceeded to drag you inside the equipment room. “I’m sick and tired from your stunts. Why can’t you get it inside that thick head of yours that there’s nothing between us!” he screamed at you, punching the wall behind him. “I’ll leave you be to think about your shit while I get some peace.” He said before walking out and locking you inside of the dark room.

Obviously, you banged your arms against the wooden door, apologized for every single thing you could think of that might’ve upset him, but no response came and so you began to cry. Your back slid down the cold wall and with your arms wrapped around your knees you were finally able to release all the frustration and sadness you had been feeling for months already.

You were released after hours by Takemichi who had found you after getting a tip from one of the students who had seen you with Draken. That night he stayed at your place to console you. “Come on Y/n, just get him out of your head and move on. I’m sure there are bunch of guys who’d date you.” He said. It was sort of a stepping stone for you to finally suck it up and let Draken go. Not that that was easy. You skipped school for a whole week, sitting home, eating ice cream and watching one romance movie after the other (Titanic was the first one on your list).

On Sunday morning you were woken by a loud knock on your door. “Coming!” you shouted back in hopes that the person would stop ringing those knocks in your ears. Damn Takemichi, Imma murder you for waking me up this early, you thought. You were left disappointed when it was DRAKEN on the other side of the door, making you think that you were still dreaming.

“May I come in.” he asked. “No!” you replied and tried to shut the door, but he put his hand on it. “Please Y/n let’s talk.” You didn’t answer but simply walked away. “What’s there to talk about? I think you made everything clear last Friday.” You said, slowly walking back to your bedroom with Draken hot on your trails. “This.” He turned you around and kissed you with all of his passion, eyes closed and hands wrapped around your midsection. Yeah, this is definitely a dream, you thought. But were left disappointed once again when you felt him lifting you up against his body, holding you by the meat of your ties and his tongue entered your mouth.

“What are…hmph” it wasn’t easy to speak when your ex-crush had his tongue down your throat. He continued the way to your bedroom and threw you on the bed. The impact made you more dizzy than the sleepiness so you were unable to react fast enough when Draken was on top of you kissing your neck.

“nghhh, why are you doing this t-to me-e?” you did your best to force out the words which proved to be hard with Draken licking all of your sensitive spots. “I’ve been wanting you for a long time.” That was impossible, he must be mad! Why else he would think that way about you? “Every single fucking time when you pranced around in those tight-fitted jeans, those crop tops leaving your belly open for everyone to see and drool over, all those skimpy outfits you worse…it drew so much attention that I got pissed off from fighting off all of those guys.” He growled in your ear before tracing wet kisses down your exposed tummy. “I locked you up so that you could think on your mistakes and be kept away from prying eyes but that damn Takemitchy got you out and it sickens me.” He said, resting his hands on the band of your shorts.

At this point everything clicked in your mind – you showed much skin when walking around school which might’ve made him mad and rip your note to shreds out of anger for other guys staring at you during the class. Not to mention when you walked to that dangerous street and showed yourself off to gang members. But it still didn’t justify why he wouldn’t tell you that he liked you in the first place.

You felt your shorts being slowly peeled off, making you squeal out of embarrassment. “Don’t worry pretty, this pussy is mine anyways.” He brought his face closer to your bare cunt and dived in as deep as he could, trying get your walls as slick as possible since it would be trouble for you to take his length in otherwise.

“Ahhhh Draken” “Ken-chin.” He corrected. “Call me Ken-chin when we’re alone.” Not that it was much easier to spell it when he was eating your pussy like a starved beast. “Sweet Jesus Ken-chin, I can’t take this for long. I haven’t…” before you could finish the sentence you already came, leaving Draken surprised. It was then that he realized you were a virgin, untouched by any other man. “Good my little princess. Since no one’s had you I’ll be your first and only or otherwise…” he stopped to lick upp some cum from your pulsing walls. “…I’ll have to kill a lot of people cause remember…*lick* you’re fucking mine and no one else’s.” with that he got rid of your clothing as well as his own and got you facing him on his lap.

“I’ll start this slowly princess, since you’re still new to this.” He said before slowly lowering you on his cock. Your face twisted in pained expression and you winced from the stretch so you held onto Draken for support. “You’re doing great my princess. Yes, just like that.” His arms held you lovingly and helped you move up and down his shaft so that you could get used to the foreign feeling.

“I-I can take it now Ken-chin.” You gave him the green light and he began to bounce you on his cock, all the while his face buried in your soft breasts. It felt so nice that he decided to do it face to face rather than taking you from the back since you could also see how good you made him feel, not mention it gave you the privilege to entangle your hands in his blonde locks.

“Damn princess, if you won’t stop flexing your pussy like that I’ll cum in a second.” You weren’t sure of what he was talking about, but you could make up references as to what he meant. Even if you were flexing your walls it was unintentional since you hadn’t had sex in your entire life.

“Fuck don’t..” he said before cumming inside of you, with you being not far from him too. He collected you in his arms and went to the shower to clean your bodies. “Next time you’re sitting on my face so that I can suck on that baby pussy of yours properly.” He promised and kissed you again and again.

From then on your trip to school and back home was at the back of his motorcycle and he wouldn’t let you go alone or with Takemichi even if you begged him. He also brought you through the dangerous district, making sure that everybody saw to whom you belonged to.

You thanked to the gods that you didn’t become pregnant at the first time as you were partially oblivious to plan b or contraception at all as you were never in need of it, but Draken, living out his days in a brothel, had loads of experience on it so he kept you well informed. It turned out that he had also worked hard with his gang to sell drugs and from the money he had got from the business he was able to afford a house for just the two of you plus, after the first month of living together he gave you 1million yen as a present along with a gold dragon pendant intervined around the letter D.

Bakugo had used every single thing his uncle Goto had taught him. In his opinion people are practically animals and in the animal kingdom males show their strength by eliminating their opponents. And afterwards all the fertile females are surrounding them, begging to be bred. Sadly, that wasn’t the case with you. Yes, other girls swooned whenever he passed by, but you never spared him a second glance.

That is why he was currently beating up that damn Deku, kicking him in the ribs just because the younger boy had unintentionally spilled his water bottle on him. Not that Bakugo minded much, since his abs were showing through his wet shirt. Y/n will definitely take notice now that it’s obvious. But he was wrong. In fact, you were horrified about the scene playing out before your very eyes and shouted at him to leave Izu-chan alone, angering the ash-blonde till he trapped you against the lockers with his strong, muscular arms. “Did you say something? I couldn’t quite hear ya.” To which you responded by simply shaking your head, afraid that he might beat you up too.

It wasn’t very often that Bakugo could corner you at the corridor since he was in class A while you were in class E, but luckily for him, you also attended the volleyball club and so did he…and so did Deku.

You practiced some throws with izu-chan when he suddenly didn’t receive the ball properly and it hit Bakugou at the back of his neck. Foolishly Izuku ran straight to Bakugo and bowed down one time after the other, saying apologies, but that didn’t save him from Bakugo’s wrath, who punched the helpless boy like a punchbag.

That is when you picked up another ball and did a jump serve aiming for the back of Bakugo’s head and you weren’t disappointed when it hit it’s mark. Bakugo, still raging, came onto you and threw you back against the soft walls of the court. He was ready to turn back against Izuku but the coach entered and ordered everyone to take their positions.

It was small wonder that coach didn’t say a word against Bakugo’s agressions since his uncle was well known for messing up people’s lives and the last thing coach wanted was to be on Goto Imasuji’s black list.

You helped Izuku up and teamed up with him (like always) at the opposite side of the net from Bakugo. Once the game began, Bakugo crushed everyone with his jump serves. The biggest problem was that he hit the ball so hard that his opponents couldn’t receive it without their wrists turning red from the impact. Bakugo changed his tactic by deciding to only serve for you and boy was it one hell of a torture session. By the end the result was obviously 25-0 with Bakugo’s team being victorius.

The thing was that you were an excellent player, being trained along with the boys team, but once Bakugo transferred, it was hard to keep up with him being so brutal on you.

The next day you practiced with Izu-chan again but this time you both were on the opposite side of the court, just to make sure that Bakugo wouldn’t be anywhere near to you.

Izuku finally managed to do a jump serve and you were proud of him, only the ball was stuck at the top of the Swedish ladder and you climbed up to get it out. Suddenly a ball hit you at the back of your neck, making you lose your reflexes and you fell down with your beck to the edge of a bench and then on the floor. From there you only saw Izu-chan running towards you, shouting your name before the picture went black

Once you woke at the hospital you were relieved to learn that you hadn’t broken any bones, however, you would need a rehab, plus you were obviously out of volleyball for at least a month, meaning that you had no chance of trying for participation with the boys team on the nationals. You were devastated and Izu-chan was there to console you as you cried your eyes out.

Currently you were sleeping at the dorms, since it would be easier for you to attend lessons than by coming from home to school every day. And due to your condition you were given a singles room, plus – it was one of the priciest rooms you could have in the whole dormitory. But unluckily you were forced to wear straps over your clothing to straighten your back and help you to walk. Izu-chan was always helping you to get from place to place. He would help you up from the door at the morning and say his goodbyes at the very same door.

Your evenings were obviously boring since you craved some company but to make the time pass quicker you plugged in your earphones and played some relaxing music. Though there was one problem, namely – you had forgotten to lock your door which finally paid off Bakugo for all those days he had tried to enter.

You nearly jumped off your bed once you saw his silhouette but you forgot that you had already taken your straps off so you fell back moaning in pain. Bakugo watched unmoving from his spot, but once you gazed upon him, ready to scream a get out, you stopped. The reason for it was the silent tears slowly trickling down his chin. “I’m sorry Y/n! I svear that I didn’t mean it.” He said while sobbing.

From the looks of it you felt that he was genuine about the situation. “It’s alri-…” “No it’s not!” he finally faced you. “I just…I…” he couldn’t finish the sentence whether out of shame or disgust, you couldn’t tell. “What is it? Tell me.” You said slowly leaning to him. “I…I wanted you to see my strength. The power I have. I wanted you to notice me!”. As soon as those words left his lips your eyes nearly popped out of your eyes. What the actual fuck? Notice him? Since when does he care for me?

“And since I’ve hurt you, I came to make amends.” He said, pushing you to lean back onto the pillow. You were not expecting any of this. You knew that Bakugo was the hottest shot of the whole school complex, but you’ve never had the chance to see him as something more than a bully and abuser.

You were so deep in thoughts that you were completely oblivious to the fact that he was getting your panties off. “Wait Bakugo. What are you ahhhh.” His tongue reached your core before the words could reach the tip of your tongue. “Be assured kitty, it’ll feel good!” he said before getting back to licking up and down your slit. He parted your lover lips with his fingers, so that his tongue could go deeper within you. “Ba-kugo ahhh, please.” You cried out, but you were confused whether it was out of anger or pleasure. In any case Bakugo wouldn’t stop lapping at your dripping pussy while your legs were trembling. Bakugo did have to hold your legs down or you definitely would’ve crushed his skull with your knees.

“Your mewls are sweet kitty! Mewl for me more!” he said shamelessly, making you blush. He took one of your hands in his own and placed it on your lower lips. “Hold them open for me, would ya?” you merely hummed in response and did as told before he entered a single thick finger in your opening, making you cry out a bit louder than he had expected, though he went easy on you, noticing that there was some pain in your expression. “Don’t worry kitty, it’ll weel good soon enough.” He said and continued to thrust inside of you in a slow pace which increased as your walls got used to it and he was able to enter two fingers already.

Bakugo went back to stimulating your clit, licking your fingers in the process which only added to your growing pleasure. It all was so overwhelming that you couldn’t think straight. However, you didn’t expect that in few more seconds you would cum all over his hand but Bakugo didn’t seemed phased one bit.

After licking his fingers clean he trailed sweet kisses from your pussy upwards and got his head under your immensely oversized shirt. He stopped at your breasts and took your nipple in his mouth making you moan. This time you wouldn’t try to hide any sounds from him which only boosted his confidence.

While sucking your other nipple you finally said what was already floating at the back of your mind. “Fuck me Bakugo.” It made him stop and get out from under your shirt and look at you in disbelief. You couldn’t say it out loud again but your facial expression told Bakugo everything he needed to know.

He got off the bed and discarded his own clothes and you could only watch in amazement how healthy and strong his body actually was. You couldn’t even believe that all that package was so easily hidden by his clothing.

Bakugo got back onto your bed and helped you adjust your black pair of straps. While you were waddling around the school with them he didn’t notice it, but now it looked like something close to a sexy lingerie. He got on top of you and easily pushed himself inside of you all the while being careful not to hurt your injury. He went in slow and sensual thrusts, bunching up your bedwear in the process. He was most surprised when you asked him to go faster but he denied, saying that it would hurt your back, so instead you made him lay down and got on top of him going in for a ride. And rode him you did. In fact you thrusted your hips against his so fast and so hard that Bakugo himself was surprised but he wouldn’t be bested by you, so he kept thrusting upwards as well.

You both intevined your hands, being each other’s support as well as increasing the closeness between you. It melted your heart knowing that at that moment you had full protection from him as well as all of his devotion, all of it reserved only for you.

Bakugo was losing the battle and you could feel he was near so before you both would go into a state of ecstasy you quickly kissed him on the lips. That was the moment when you stopped and came, loosing your battle of the bedwar.  However, you slithered your hand around his cock and gave it a few quick pumps to get him off as well all the while still sitting on him. He came a bit harder than you expected, painting your shirt in the white ribbons of his sperm, though he did help you get a new t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but you refused to wear your bottoms, convincing him to leave his clothes off as well.

Sanzu was the loyal dog of Mikey, however, he was reluctant to doing his latest task, namely, attend high school for some educational purposes, however, his true mission was to spy on the police academy right next to his high school to learn about the latest tech of the special forces of police.

It wasn’t hard to get in there as he easily blended with the crowd, that is until you noted him as a foreign face of the academy. “I’m sorry, but which branch are you studying?” you interrogated. “The special forces.” He replied. “Huh, that’s weird cause I’m studying the same program and I haven’t seen you around.” Sanzu was worried as he had chosen the only branch he knew of, but thankfully his facemask hid his expression well.

The problem was that Sanzu was easy to anger and as hallways were empty, he forced you against a locker and harshly grabbed your jaw. “What I do is none of your business, so I suggest you leave me be.” He threatened and let you go with a shove. You of course went to your superior to ask about a man with a facemask, but the professor couldn’t answer straight as there may be other students who wear facemasks whenever they’re sick.

For a few days Sanzu returned to his high school, feigning that he couldn’t attend classes due to poor health. Taking that he was always wearing a facemask, no one could suspect him of lying.

After a week he returned to your academy, this time easily avoiding you and just for a little fun he managed to steal your journal, while you were in the bathroom. Once you got back you were devastated as the journal contained all of your schedules for this month as well as some info on important tech. This was a victory for Sanzu, who gave the journal to Mikey and in return his boss decided to make Sanzu’s term shorter.

Now Sanzu’s mission was to study. There was nothing more boring than that, but he had to get a decent grade to finish the other part of his task. The thing that greatly disturbed his mind was YOU. He couldn’t get you out of his head, thinking of how one day you might be a cop before going to the branch of special forces. It made his cock hard thinking of fucking you in your police uniform.

Not so long after he paid you another visit, this time he dragged to an empty room and pulled you in a harsh kiss, releasing a satisfying grunt upon hearing your unintentional moan. “Listen carefully you little harlot.” His tone alone made you scared. “I am a part of the Tokyo Manji gang and unless you want to end up dead you’re gonna do everything I say.” Once again, he captured your lips with his own, one of his arms holding your waist in a tight grip whilst the other one slapped your ass hard.

After that interaction you were scared, knowing the infamous gang that left no witnesses for whatever they did. You were also very sure now that this mysterious person was the one who stole your journal and should anyone discover that fact you’d be thrown out of the academy and punished for your carelessness. So you did the best thing for yourself and kept quiet.

For the remainder of the month before your graduation Sanzu, as he called himself, would frequently corner you on the street (it became suspicious for many people at the academy) and bring you to his house where he was finally able to fuck you without any disturbances. His favorite position was to fuck you from behind like a hound would take a bitch in heat. Whenever you’d refuse his advances he’d fuck you in the ass, making you nice and obedient for him.

After your graduation you finally received your police uniform, finally being able to fulfill Sanzu’s favorite fantasy. He discarded your trousers, leaving only the top of your uniform on, groping and squeezing your breasts through your blouse that was too tight for you. “Damn baby, you sure as hell are tight.” He said thrusting deep inside of you. “No matter how many times I stretch those walls it feels like you’re a virgin every single time.” You weren’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or a ridicule.

It wasn’t long before Sanzu sent an anonymous letter to your superiors about your missing journal, robbing you of your position and the future of becoming a detective. This gave you no choice but to lash out at Sanzu, crying about his evilness, but despite the outcome you had no place where to go except for Sanzu’s arms, who took you in with an evil grin.

That night you were cockwarming him as you two watched ‘Bad boys’ on TV. “Your one excellent cocksleeve Y’know.” He praised and it wasn’t long before he picked you up in his arms and brought you to the bedroom. He hadcuffed you to the bed and trailed wet kisses down your body, stopping at your pussy and giving it slow sensual licks. “Sanzu.” You moaned, earning a harsh slap on your nether lips. “What did I tell you to call me?” he shouted at you. “H-Haru” you dragged out, fearful for dear life. “Now that’s better baby. Don’t ever forget that ford!” he said and got back to work.

Your wet walls were pulsing from pleasure and you tried not to close your thighs around his head since he had ordered you not to. “Haru I can’t hold it for much longer.” You said teary-eyed. “Yes you can baby and you will, unless you want to receive more punishment.” It was tough love as he called it, always enjoying to deny you an orgasm. Whenever you failed this task he’d spank you until you shouted from the pain. Sanzu would then leave you to cry your eyes out only to return hours later high on pills and getting you in a warm embrace. He loved to cuddle with a blurry vision. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll go easier on you.” He promised.

Around a half year later he finally introduced you to the gang and Mikey made you an official member of Toman. You were the one working in shadows, using your knowledge on the police to help them make safer drug transactions and human trafficking. It made you sick to your stomach, knowing that you’ve become a horrible person, but the want to stay alive served as a motivation for you.

One moment your brother was shaking Naoto’s hand, the other you were sucking Kisaki’s cock. Kisaki had his hand forcing you ap and down his shaft while your brother had been tied to a chair and forced to watch the seen playing out in front of him.

Kisaki’s throat vibrated from the groans coming out of his mouth. “Yeah, good girl! Take all of me inside that treacherous mouth of yours.” He said between moans. You pitied Takemichi, who had to watch as his only family got violated. But then again you didn’t have much time to think about him as you thought on how to better work your mouth on Kisaki, so that he’d be finally done with you.

Not only were you using your mouth but your hands as well, looking like a pornstar. Though you didn’t worry about it that much, when Hanma had a gun pressed at your baby brother’s temple.

You could feel Kisaki’s thighs shake as he went closer and closer to his 3rd orgasm. Your only hope was that he wouldn’t demand a fourth or even worse – have his men use you as they pleased.

Kisaki thrusted his thighs up, hitting the back of your throat before finally cumming, his hands nearly ripping your hair from the roots. The way he came in your mouth made you sick. His cum was pouring out of both your mouth and nose, making both of your breathing channels soar. At least he was a gentleman in a way because as soon as his trousers were back on he got a handkerchief and wiped his own seed off your face.

Takemichi was thankful that it was finally over and expected Kisaki to force some kind of terms for him, but hi assumption was wrong as Kisaki dragged you towards a door leading her out of the cold basement and up the stairs to a corridor. He then forced you to his bedroom and locked the door, making you shiver from his actions.

You were most surprised when he walked closer to you and gave you a soft hug. His breath teased your neck, his hands were rubbing your back and his glasses were pressed against your shoulder. “I’m sorry little dove, but that was the only way to show you and everyone else of the dominance I have over you little dove.”

What the actual fuck was he even mumbling about? “Whatever tricks you were using on me at school, they worked, and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He said in full seriousness. Kisaki got on his knees as tears slowly trickled from his eyes and under his glasses. “Please don’t leave me little dove, I can’t live without you! There’s no one in my life to care about and the only person I once did will never return my feelings so…” he trailed off as your eyes were focused on his and the tears falling from them “…you’re the only thing I have. The only chance I have still left in me.

The truth was that in between your seductions you had fallen for Kisaki aswell. It wasn’t that much serious but given the chance you would jump at it. You pushed at his hands so he’d get up and gave him a kiss full on the lips, discarding his glasses during the process.  

Kisaki’s knees went weak from your actions and he nearly sunk back on them, but instead you walked him backwards to the bed and fell on top of him as you were making out. You pushed him away from your lips only to say, “Well since I’m your little dove, why don’t you let your actions speak for it.”

You needn’t tell him twice. He got right on to it and removed your skirts and panties, leaving your black cheerleader leg warmers on. He trailed soft hisses on the inside of your thigs making you moan from it. You already thought that his lips were soft during your make out session, but this was on another level. You were holding in your orgasm so that you wouldn’t cum before he got to your dripping lips.

Kisaki trailed his kisses upwards until his lips were fully kissing your pussy making your legs shake. He was definitely skilled in what he was doing. Kisaki sucked on your clit and licked over your opening, only to make you cum on his tongue. But that didn’t stop him. He licked all of your juices and got back to teasing your pussy with his tongue.

Kisaki brought his fingers to your pussy and began to thrust them in and out of you as he was still eating you out like a desert. He brought his hands under your thighs so that his face was even deeper in your cunt, his face covered in your juices.

Your legs were trembling hard as you came again on his tongue. Kisaki went up in for a kiss to give you a taste of your own juices. He pushed your legs upwards in a mating press. “Tell me if I’m hurting you!” he said seriously before teasing your entrace with his cock getting the remnants of your juices on it. Kisaki pushed in slowly watching your face in order to not miss any expressions that would show whether you might be in pain. Wisely you pushed his head on your neck and dug your fingers in the flesh of his back so that he wouldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes.

You felt his girth trying to stretch you open. You weren’t exactly a virgin but you had never taken someone this big inside of you. Some time had to pass before the pain was changed to pleasure and before long it did.

Kisaki was pleased to here moans coming out of your mouth. Your fingers were digging even more in his flesh, leaving red marks on his skin, but he would wear them proudly, knowing that it was a sign of the pleasure and love he was giving to you.

He kissed you again, exploring your mouth, every corner of it. Kisaki grunted in your mouth, leaving them to kiss your neck. “I’m close little dove.” He said. “Yeah, me too.” You managed to struggle out before returning to moaning. It took around five more thrusts before Kisaki pulled out and came on your stomach. He proceeded to draw fast and harsh circles on your clit to have you cumming aswell.

You and Eren had been childhood sweethearts ever since the two of you were five years old. Back at those times you coaxed him into an imaginary wedding, making a promise of eternal love. Eren was somewhat shy about it, but he acted along (he wouldn’t kiss you though, so you had to have enough by kissing his cheek).

There was barely a time when you weren’t hanging out with Eren, his adoptive sister Mikasa and their friend Armin, who also became your friend. You all would grow up together and attended the very same school even till now. But unlike your friends, you had been an orphan most of your life, and once you learned that you were born out of a single hook up between your father and some prostitute, you didn’t even want to look for them. Luckily you supposed father had learned about your whereabouts and would send you a nice sum of money every month.

The perfect fantasy world for you was broken again when on a rainy day you called Grisha to pick you up from school, since it was pouring a lot outside. That was a huge mistake. Not that you could’ve known that things would turn out this way. You were waiting for a long time, an hour, perhaps even more and tried to call Grisha again, but the line was dead. Only once you got to Eren’s doorstep did you learn that both his father and mother had died in a car crash. And what’s worse – Armin and Mikasa were in that car as well since Carla invited them over so that all of you could have a fun time together.

Eren was beyond devastated and so were Jean and Annie, who were together with Mikasa and Armin respectively. The whole situation was made even worse, when you learned that you had the final exam exactly on the funeral day, and despite the teacher allowing you to retake it in summer, you declined, not wanting to mess up your academic record even more (the tragedy had a harsh impact on both yours and Erens grades). You tried to contact Eren after that, but he wouldn’t answer your calls, nor when you knocked on his door, finding it locked and all the curtains shut.

Around a month later Eren reappeared in school again, only this time he seemed a lot bigger in a way. You took notice of his strong muscular arms, his beautiful jawline, his long hair tied up in a manbun and his wide shoulders. He seemed to have grown immensely during a span of this one month.

On the very first day he ignored you completely and the same went for the most part of the second day. You found it somehow reasonable, thinking that he was mad because you didn’t attend the funeral, so instead of bothering him with your approach, you left him be. You were taken aback when he decided to approach you instead at an empty hallway, but the feeling of excitement disappeared as soon as his fist connected with your cheek and you fell back to the floor, scraping your side in the process.

“Eren, what are-” he kicked you straight in your stomach and landed another kick to your ribs. He slapped you across the face just as you were trying to speak again and split your lip in the process. By the time he was done you had gone unconscious, and he left you on the floor right where you were. That was only the beginning.

Thinking that he was still frustrated about what happened you let this slide and told the nurse that you couldn’t recall who was it that did these things to you. But after that it only got worse.

Seeing how inconvenient it would be to deal with you in school, Eren decided to beat you on your way home, dragging you in empty alleyways and fucking you up real bad, all the while spitting insults at you. “You damn bitch! It should’ve been you who died instead of them”. He openly threatened to kill you off due to his connections with the famed Ackerman family, who bred seasoned assassins. Though you were more afraid when he threatened to kill your friends as well unless you’d cooperate into taking these beatings.

In merely three days you were beaten up so bad that part of your face was swollen, whilst the other one was beaten black. Your body was covered in cuts and awfully painful bruises. It was as if you had been hit by a truck and the first thing you did was call in for being sick, so that you wouldn’t show up to school like this. Partially you hoped that Eren wouldn’t come to your hopes, but you were damn wrong. He practically kicked open the door and found you shivering on the couch. “Fuck. You look so ugly that an old man wouldn’t even fuck your disgusting ass!” he spat grabbing you by the hair. “You better look pretty by the end of the weak or I’ll kick your skull inwards.”

You were relieved that something came up and Eren wouldn’t bother you even during the weekend, or so Jean told you via text message. It was clear to you that Jean wasn’t very fond of you as well since he had deeply loved Mikasa, but in a sense you felt that he saw Eren’s actions as going way too far.

The swell went away, but your other eye still held the disgusting dark purplish color, which you managed to cover up with makeup.

On Monday Eren forced you into a janitor’s closet. “Since another beating would break your bones, how about you give me your mouth instead?” he said, already unzipping his pants and taking out his cock to smack you in the face with it. It was unnecessary to tell you more as you obediently took his cock in your mouth and began sucking him off. “Yeah, that’s right you fucking whore. Take it deep in that bitch throat of yours or I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out with it.”

You felt sick to your stomach and were gagging like crazy, having no previous experience of such things. When he pulled you against his pelvis you were afraid of passing out. You couldn’t breathe as he pinched you nose closed and came straight in your mouth. He was pulling his pants back on whilst you nearly threw up with all the amount of his sperm that was coming out of your mouth and nose.

For the rest of the weak he’d use your mouth in the darkness of the janitor’s closet as according to him you were too ugly to look on. Not that you could complain much as it wasn’t as painful as getting beaten by him. In fact, just as that week passed and he beated you up all over again and you were begging to suck him off, clawing at his trouser and calling yourself a cock-hungry slut, just for the sake of keeping what’s left of your body intact. If trading your dignity for your body was the price the so be it. Your dignity was pretty much nonexistent now anyways.

To make things worse, Eren threw a party at your house, inviting every single person he knew and proclaiming that you were celebrating a breakup with your toxic ex, who had beaten you, but now you were finally free of him. How ironic that the very same night you were giving him head at your study while some of his drunk friends were cheering you up. You hadn’t drunk a single drop of alcohol, so all of this was harder to stomach.

After that he dragged you to your own bedroom and threw you onto the bed before locking the door. “Now, let’s get this shit really started Y/n!” he said drunkenly and stumbled to you. Your clothes were ripped off in a pile of ribbons. You were crying as he took off his own clothes before he pounced on you. There was no preparation, your virgin walls were dry. The only relief might be his leaking pre, but that didn’t make the situation much better, considering that you weren’t using any pills.

Eren thrusted inside of you in one hard go, nearly crushing you under his weight. Your discomfort was shown by the loud screams that came out of your mouth, clawing at him to pry him off, but he didn’t budge, as if he didn’t feel how you tore his skin with your nails. His grunts and your shrieks were unheard by the people downstairs due to the booming music that vibrated against every corner of your house.

“Eren please stop. I’m begging you.” Your pleas landed on deaf ears as the male on top of you increased his speed, fully focusing on his own pleasure. His cock was spearing its way through the tight rings of your hole, making him use more energy to thrust himself in as deep as possible. One of his hands fondled your breast while the other was placed near your head for balance.

“Why Y/n? Why would you do this?” Eren whispered in your ear with a pang of sorrow in his voice. You could not guess your wrongdoing, but you got the feeling that he wasn’t mad because you didn’t come to the funeral or called his dad to pick you up. No. This was something deeper, something you had missed and had no way of guessing.

You were shocked when Eren leaned down to plant a wet kiss on your lips, his tongue invading your mouth and playing with your own tongue. It was hard for you to admit that any part of this felt good, but his kiss made your body shiver with adrenalin. Your cheeks were heated up and you felt wetness slipping out of yourself. Shortly his thrusts made wet sounds that you found more embarrassing than enjoying the tongue play.

Eren released your mouth and held himself tight to your body. He was close and you felt it with all of your being. “Eren!” you said a bit loudly “Eren!” it seemed that no matter how many times you’d call, he wouldn’t snap out of it anyways. “Eren pull out!” you shouted as loud as you could, but this only made him tighten around you more. “Eren I don’t want to get pregnant, please pull out!” you were crying hysterically at this point, not that it would help.

With one final thrust he released his seed inside of your womb, emptying his balls in you and holding his cock in for the following five minutes. Not that he meant to, but he rather seemed to have disconnected from reality as all he could do was pant heavily and kiss your forehead once he was done. As he dressed up and looked back at your crying form, he felt disgusted, not with himself but with you. “I was right, you truly are a whore.” He spat at you and left.

That night you wouldn’t sleep and by early morning everyone had left. You hadn’t moved a muscle, laying down the whole night in a puddle of your and Eren’s mixed juices. It was as if nothing bothered you anymore because you couldn’t fall any lower than this.

Around lunchtime you finally got up and went to look for your phone. You didn’t bother reading any messages or voicemails, but you were fixated on sending a message to the very same person who raped you the previous night – I hope ur satisfied for life now, cause you won’t be seeing me ever again; you sent the message and got straight to the bathroom to pour yourself a hot bath. As the water filled the space you found a razor blade behind your mirror, climbing into the bath as the water continued to pour in it. Even if you would have chosen life, you had been humiliated in front of Eren’s friends, who most likely thought of you as a cock-hungry slut.

For a moment you closed your eyes, gripping the razor blade between two fingers, rethinking how your life had turned out this way. “Fuck it!” you cursed and slashed over your wrists, screaming from the pain, anger, sadness, and sorrows. The water was turning red quickly, so quickly in fact that you couldn’t take notice on how big portion of the bath had colored itself thanks to your blurry vision. The sleepless night forced you to close your eyes and allow yourself to drift away from this nightmare your life had turned into.

Once you opened your eyes again you saw white all over as far as your sight could go. But instead of the white of paradise you were faced with the white of a hospital room. And what’s worse – Eren was sitting besides you on a chair, his head rested against his fist.

This can’t be real, this can’t…you began sobbing, thinking that your hell would continue. Eren seemed to have noticed your quiet sniffles as he woke up and looked at you, his eyes having heavy bags under them. “You’re awake. Good.” He said flatly.

You were ready to rise up from the bed and slap him across the face, but you were too weak to even sit up. And as if mocking you, Eren put a larger pillow behind your back, so you’d be able to sit up properly.

“Why? Why did you intervene? Haven’t you done enough damage already?” That is when Eren finally spilled the beans. About how it was your father who had caused the car crash and him thinking you to be involved in it. He wanted you to feel miserable for what you have done, wanting to humiliate you before other people. But once he received your text whilst walking to your house, he couldn’t help but save you as he realized you were the only family he had left – a fact he wanted to tell you after arriving to your house, but instead he ran there to save you from death. Whilst you were unconscious, he hired Kenny Ackerman to kill off your biological father to get his revenge, as well as kill few of his friends, who called you a whore and a slut for sucking Eren off in front of them.

The flow of information made you speechless. You had no idea of what to say nor how even to respond to all of this. Instead, fresh tears flowed down your face and Eren brushed them away from you. “As your father’s only child, you’ll inherit all of his money, property and assets, which we’ll use…” “We?” you said confused. Eren’s eyes went a bit wide as if remembering something suddenly. “Oh right, I forgot the main part.” Sweet Jesus, if he says more my brain’s gonna go numb.

“As I said – we are the only family left for each other, so…I’ve arranged an engagement for us, since you’re pregnant and I thought you’d want to welcome our child in a family.” You felt a knot forming in your throat and it was unsure whether it would ever be untied.

You ended up leaving school to evade any rumors of suicide or unplanned pregnancy from your toxic ex, or rather Eren made sure to pull you away from school. For the first few months he’d get you a therapist so that you could recuperate your mental health, obviously the therapist was under his control, but it still felt nice to talk with somebody else that wasn’t Eren. He on the other hand found it hard to go on for too long without fucking somebody, so he’d come whining for you to jack him off. At the first time you made sure to make it painful for him, nearly ripping his cock off, but seeing how needy he was you used it to you advantage to tease him every time, going as far as overstimulation before you’d allow a release for him.

It was fascinating to see him beg for your hands to wrap around his shaft, his body heating up and tears welling in his eyes. On few occasions he even begged you for mercy, but you wouldn’t slip the opportunity of putting him through torture. Sometimes you’d even brush your tongue on his tip, but wouldn’t take the whole thing in your mouth, so he’d be forced to take the bits n pieces you were giving him.

Another thing you enjoyed was when Eren buried his face between your thighs and teased your clit with his tongue. He’d ask you to sit on his face, at which you were reluctant, but soon enough it was hard to get yourself off of him.

The sweetest way of release was probably when you sat on his lap, back against his abs and having a hot make-out session. His hands would slowly massage your breasts and slowly go lower until his fingers were entering your soaked pussy.

It was still hard for you to forgive him, but eventually you gave up on the past just so you could have a future, but the scars would never fade, just like the ones on your wrists.

The biggest lifechanger was when you had your first baby – a boy the two of you named Armin Jaeger, for your lost friend, whilst the next one, who was a daughter you named Mikasa.

Your hands ached from masturbating his cock while he held you at gunpoint, the tip of the gun pressed tightly to your forehead. His face held a delightful expression as moan after moan slipped past his lips. Karma loved the fact that there was always one and a half hour between the 2nd and 3rd lecture every day of the week (save for weekends of course) so he could enjoy your smooth hands pumping his dick for what usually was no less than 30 minutes or till you begged him to stop with teary eyes.

To everyone else he was the perfect student always at the top of class. He was every professor’s favorite, not only for being smart as fuck, but also for his kind and caring side, always being helpful to everyone when it came to studies. He gave tutoring lessons to every person in need, not that there were that many, but it was especially essential for you.

You were failing around three subjects, not because you weren’t good enough on them, but because of all the emotional damage you received from that devil Karma. Your grades had been very well in fact, but they suddenly started to drop, drawing the professor’s attention. The reason for it was Karma, who had once admired you from afar, but couldn’t get enough of it, so he turned to more physical way of affection. That is the exact point, when your academics began to suck.

It was also a big strain that you were supposed to kill Kuroo sensei or else the world would be destroyed just like the Moon around three months ago. Due to this, every person of your class was allowed to carry the specially designed weapons to kill him, making it easy for Karma so slip real weapons in his arsenal.

You could never speak about his actions since he threatened to kill you. At first you laughed at the idea, but with time you came to learn how deceiving and manipulative he could be and nearly two weeks later he had devised a plan on how to murder you and dispose of your body, without anyone ever knowing. Now that piece of information broke you.

“Please, I can’t do this for any longer!” “Ah, ah, ah, what did I say about talking b- oh fuck.” He couldn’t even finish the sentence before the highs came over him. Karma gripped your hair for support before cumming hard for the 3rd time, painting your face with his seed.

“Damn, I’m getting better at holding on longer. You should improve your technique.” He cleaned himself and threw the same rug at you to clean yourself. He loved doing this so you couldn’t fully clean yourself. The joy he had when he knew perfectly well that some of his sperm would be still on your face was huge.

Though, this wasn’t the only nasty thing he did to you. Sometimes he’d make you suck on his gun like your life depended on it, which it actually was and to frighten you even in more submission he would pull the trigger. Of course, there would be no bullets in the gun ever, but it was nice to frighten you in even more submissive state.

There were other times when he’d fuck your pussy with the rubbery knife meant to kill Kuroo sensei, watching in satisfaction as your pussy was struggling to push out the object. Though with little force he’d spear you with it, holding a hand over your mouth to contain the scream coming out of your throat. “There, there, no need to cry.” He said licking away your tears.

On weekends he had a lot of time to spend on you. If you had been good to Karma and made him cum faster than other times, he’d reward you by having you sit on his face, but as he grew more and more resistance to your sloppy work, he decided to make it a thing every Saturday and Sunday.

You moaned with tears in your eyes as he held you tightly down on his face. You couldn’t take the stimulation and wanted to get away from him, but you never did. You weren’t strong enough to hold any type of resistance against him.

The worst part was always when he shoved his cock inside your pussy, never waiting on you to accommodate to his size, which was devastatingly large for you tight holes. It was always like the first time for him since despites how many times he tried to stretch you out he’d fail, but it didn’t bother him one bit. In fact, Karma found joy in this as he moaned with how your pussy was struggling to suck him in, which it eventually did.

After piercing you on his cock, he’d always take care of you – helping you to the bath and getting in with you. He held you in his arms as hot water surrounded your bodies and he placed delicate kisses you your neck and marking your collarbones, so that other people wouldn’t take notice. He sometimes enjoyed the aftermath of sex more than the actual thing as he could finally give you love which you kindly received, since you needed comfort for the roughness he poured on you in bed.

Karma was annoyed when another boy from a different class became interested in you. At first, he thought of putting the bullet in his head, but then he found an alternative, more passionate course of action. During lunch he rose and walked to the middle of cafeteria, climbed up on the table and proclaimed his love for you, “And it would be more delightful if in time I could make her my fiancée.”

Everyone turned their attention to you and knowing that there would be consequences otherwise, you walked to him, climbed on the table as well and gave him passionate kiss. Karma wrapped his hands around your waist as everyone present at the scene cheered for the two of you. That night he cuddled you from behind, kissing your mouth as one of his hands was massaging your nipple and the other one drew slow, sensitive circles on your pussy. “I love you Y/n!” he said as he regained his breath from the passionate make out session. “Thank you for your cooperation baby.” His fingers entered you and he slowly began to rut them in and out of your pussy.

How long has it been, a month, two months, half a year since Itadori had fallen for you. It was suffocating for him to watch you from afar, even if you were friends and you recognized him out of the grey mass, it still wasn’t enough to quench his thirst for you. Itadori cherished every interaction he had with you at the Highscool and was ecstatic if you’d ask him to hang out around the school grounds. Bu that still wasn’t enough!

For some time, his inner curse Sukuna had been nagging at him, telling to step up his game and that he won’t be able to keep the girl if he doesn’t act soon. Itadori’s clear breaking point came when Megumi asked you out and you happily accepted. This was a game over for Itadori. That evening whilst Megumi brought you to an amusement park, Itadori secretly snuck into your room and stole a pair of your panties, afterwards spending his night sniffing them and masturbating with his other hand.

His need and desperation for you is what caused this. It is the reason why he’s currently fucking you in his own room, his left palm placed on your mouth, Sukuna’s tongue lapping at your own. It was sickening. Yuuji, the kind and brave boy whom you had dearly respected was now the worst of villains in your eyes. But he couldn’t care less. With Sukuna whispering promises in his head, Itadori was unstoppable.

In Sukuna’s eyes you were nothing special. No more no less than other women surrounding him but having Itadori fuck you and all those nasty sounds filling the space, it kept getting harder for Sukuna to not be a part of this. Although he was unable to emerge fully, it was enough if he could suck on your mouth, tits or pussy. Getting a taste of you was enough to quench his own thirst that has been there for a millennium.

After the rough fucking sessions Itadori would always clean you up, then – cuddle you. He tanked the devil every day for having you and he couldn’t get enough of all the sweet moments that were now etched in his memory.

It was hard for you to create a balance between school and being Itadori's sex toy, as you had barely any time for studying and even less for sleeping. Megumi would notice your changes soon enough, but you were way too ashamed to talk about it. Plus, Sukuna had clearly threatened that should you spill the beans to anyone, he'd fuck you in half, before ripping your head from the shoulders.

Your mentality was beginning to leave you and as a coping mechanism you began to enjoy all the nasty things Itadori was doing to you. In all honesty, you would actually be willing to give him a shot if it only wasn’t for that damn curse filling his brains with all kinds of filth. On one occasion you begged Itadori to stop Sukuna from participating in bed wars, but again SUkuna got to his brain. If you take me out of the picture she’ll run away and you’ll never see her again, he whispered. That of course gave him the idea that You were eager to leave and for that he had to punish you.

“Open up Y/n!” he demanded as he pressed his cock against your mouth, but you wouldn’t listen to him. Wouldn’t be the first time for Itadori or rather his inner curse to use force on you. “Aaaah, fuck that’s it, open that throat.” His length was so great that it wouldn’t all fit inside your mouth, so he stuck the tip of it down your throat until you passed out from loss of air.

After that you wouldn’t talk to him, which greatly worried Itadori. He would give you hugs and soft kisses all around your face, but nothing seemed to work on you. Sukuna prompted him to fuck the words out of your mouth, but for the first time in ages Itadori wouldn’t listen to Sukuna and forced him to sit still inside of the confines of his body. He then nuzzled his head on your belly, rubbing his nose against it, making you giggle in the process as his actions tickled you. That was the first time you had laughed since this whole hell began and Itadori loved it. A pure laughter.

From then on, he stopped forcing himself on you, but he still wouldn’t be able to let you go. Considering how shitty the situation could get, you were extremely happy with your new predicaments. It was like building e new idyllic palace together, by working out on your issues and to be honest, it wasn’t that hard to love Itadori, who deeply cared and loved you. But it all came crashing down once you learned that from the previous intercourse’s you were pregnant.

Itadori was shocked as well and comforted you as you cried on his shoulder. He assured you and promised his support in you decision on what to do with the child. He would love if you’d decide to keep the baby and since his grandfather left him some inheritance, he could support you, but in case you’d want an abortion, he’d be understanding and go through it all with you.

This was the first time he had ever given you a choice in making your own decision since the beginning of this relationship. As soon as you found out your first idea was to just get rid of it but seeing how Itadori would make up names for the kid and asking which gender you’d prefer, or how he’d casually show you pictures of cute little baby clothes…it all made you change your mind.

The biggest mistake in your life was the assumption that you could play gangster, just because your half-brother Shuji Hanma was the acting commander of Valhalla. You and Shuji looked nothing like each other, which he often used to his advantage by sending you somewhere as a spy. This way in case you got caught, people would easier by your lies of being at the wrong place at the wrong time and let you off the hook just with a few bats of your eyelashes. Although it more served Hanma as in case of your discovery, nothing would tie you back to him and he’ll be off the hook.

You haven’t directly interacted with Hanma for years; thus, he could perfectly use you in his plans. He’d secretly give you missions, and you would do them without question, reporting intel to him through your phone. Not even the members of his gang knew what you looked like and there were only selected few, who knew of your existence.

It’s not like you had huge enjoyment spying on people. Sometimes it was so boring you nearly called Hanma that you’re done with this shit, but he’d always remind you – I’m your brother, play nice. He always said it in such smooth yet sinister voice, smiling like the joker that you sometimes questioned his mental health. Not that your schedule was out of the roof either, as you were attending school.

Your next target should be easy, however as he was going to the same school as you. Keisuke Baji. The newest member of Valhalla. Hanma trusted Baji, but he wasn’t taking any chances and since it wouldn’t mess up your schedule one bit, he handed the job over to you. But it wasn’t easy. Keisuke might’ve attended your school alright, but he was one grade lower than you, which meant that your schedules were different, but thankfully you could tail him at your lunchbreak.

It was upsetting that you couldn’t tie anything to him, especially nothing related to Toman. You were currently at your house taking a shower and rethinking everything you had found out about Baji. After showering you had planned to call back to Hanma and tell him that Keisuke’s been cleared, but suddenly, the water stopped flowing. Luckily the soap had been washed off you.

Before you were even able to turn around you were pushed face first into the shower wall, a knife at your throat and a powerful grip on your neck. “Who fucking told you to spy on me you little bitch?” A very angry Baji had entered your house completely unnoticed and cut your house’s water supply, then without a sound he had entered your bathroom and now he was all pressed up against your back. He might be only a year younger, but he was much larger and stronger than you.

“I’m actually your senior so calling me little wouldn’t be accurate.” You threw back a snarky remark, but it only egged him further on. As a response he sliced your neck a bit, pulling out a yelp from you. “Listen, your clothes are probably wet, you’ll catch a cold kid.” You still played innocent and for a mere second you thought it might’ve worked, but he pulled back your hair so your throat would be revealed to him.

Before he could slice you open you spat out the first thing you could quickly think of. “I like you ok!” that was pretty dumb, but since you began this road, you thought of acting it out till the end. “I-I just thought it’d be dumb to tell you th-that since I’m older n shit and you’d be disgusted by it.” You voice broke as you said those words. For some reason the way you said that sentence it sounded real to you, even though you hardly knew Baji personally.

“Oh really?” Baji was clearly amused by this turn of events. “If you had done your research a bit more you would’ve found out I have a thing for older women.” He whispered the last part in your ear, making your skin crawl.

Baji’s hand went from your hair, down your belly and directly to your crotch and on a reflex you clothed your legs, trying to block his hand. “Gosh, you’re wet just from this.” He said surprised and forced your legs apart with his own to prod at your pussy. “Kei-chan!” you squealed out with flushed cheeks, being thankful that he didn’t witness your expression. As of now it would be hard for him to not believe you, especially do to your body’s responsiveness towards his touches. His fingers were thrusting in you in an agonizingly slow pace, “Kei-chan huh, I might get used to that, but still, I’d like the true intentions even behind you simping for me.”

With his fingers hitting at your inner points, it was hard to for any sentences. For convenience he pocketed his knife and used his other arm to hold onto your lower tummy. Baji felt himself getting hard as well, but he’d used all that to his advantage.

You were turned around to face him and he licked up the blood that had trailed from your neck to your stomach, starting at your softer flesh, trailing his tongue over your breast, rolling a few circles over your nipple, before continuing up to your wound. And all this happened while his fingers were still working at your pussy.

At this point tears were forming in your eyes out of pleasure caused by Baji’s fingers. Your hands were gripping his shoulders for support. Baji himself was clearly amused by this, but his arm was aching a bit from the constant movement. To speed things up he gripped your neck to cut off your air supply, “Come on, talk! Why were you trailing me? If you don’t answer, I’ll finger you till you fucking bleed!” “It was for myself goddamit!” you shouted back and he finally got his fingers out of you. He stepped out of the shower and left you there crying on the shower floor.

That night all you did was sleep in your bed, whilst hugging a teddy bear close to your chest, crying till you fell asleep. You didn’t call Hanma nor did you answer his calls and messages. Despite the lie you told Baji ever since that incident you began to see him in a bit different way, but at the same time you felt violated.

The following day at school you wouldn’t talk to anyone and tried to avoid Keisuke at any cost, which wasn’t all that hard since your schedules were different. At the lunch break you’d sit in your classroom, hands crossed on your table and laying your face in them, breathing hard from frustration. All that was put to a stop when your classroom door was kicked open and Baji came in, marching up to you smirking.

“Hello there pretty!” he greeted you. You didn’t answer. As a matter of fact he didn’t need you to say anything as he was thrusting balls deep inside your pussy, holding you up by the thigs and your back being pressed against the blackboard. Your uniform probably had chalk marks on it, but you couldn’t care less. “Fuck, you feel so good Y/n-san. I’ll make sure to cream you real nice.” He licked the mark of your wound, that was still hurting, but you couldn’t care less as you were busy moaning out his name.

After lessons he’d pull you inside the janitor’s closet to fuck you again, but this time after you came you got on your knees to clean your combined juices off of his cock with your mouth.

Next day he greeted you with a kiss on the lips on the morning and told you he’d meet you during lunch break at the boy’s locker room. You obediently went to see him there, but before he could get your clothes off you wanted to get the weight off your chest. You told him about Hanma, of what he had made you do so far and how he told you to spy on Baji.

He was clearly distraught by hearing this from you, getting the impression that he was still being used, but you calmed him once you said that you haven’t talked to Hanma and don’t plan on working for him anymore. “Why not huh? All this time it hadn’t been so bad now, has it?” His anger was understandable, but it still stung you deep. “Well, the fact that I fell in love with you would be a start!” you shouted angrily, before getting up to storm off but he stopped you and smashed his lips on yours, kissing you with all his heart and soul.

You were the weakest sorcerer in the whole Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu Highscool. It was probably the main reason why Toge had handpicked you to be his one and only target. To his peers he was the quiet, secretive guy, who spoke no more than ‘salmon’ on a daily basis. But with you he would be more talkative than a months’ worth of salmon to his other schoolmates.

He simply adored how with a single word he had you on your knees, his cock stuffed in your mouth and fresh tears staining your reddened face. “Suck it like you were born for this.” He would say and you had no other choice what to obey. Not that you had any choice to begin with. His curse was too powerful, and your body moved on its own like possessed.

Toge was able to fuck up your biology as well, ordering you to cum thus pulling out no less than six orgasms from you per session, sometimes going as far as ten. Normally your body would be unable to produce as many liquids as a normal human usually would, but his curse had was so powerful that even your body would go past its own limits. Of course, he would always make sure that you drank loads of water and consumed the right amount and kinds of food for you to always be in a perfect shape for him.

His curse was so powerful that he’d order your body to produce milk and he would suckle on your breast like a newborn babe, ordering you to squeeze them so that the milk would come out easier. It was more amusing for him to watch you assist him, rather than to order the milk to flow out more freely. On these occasions he’d call you mommy and would expect to refer to him as my little baby or a good boy. In time he had no need to order those phrases from you as you had already learned to say what he wanted to hear. He certainly enjoyed this roleplay as he would blush when you’d hug him closer to your chest or wrap a baby blue blanket around him to keep him warm, whilst he had his fill from you.

When Toge was craving more physicality, he’d use his tongue on your pussy, exercising his wet muscle like it was a normal training session. “Hmmm training has never been so sweet.” One of your legs would be sitting on his shoulder, while the other would be planted on the ground for support. Toge would occasionally finger you between his licks to stimulate you more, as if you hadn’t been already. His knees would hurt after sitting on the ground for so long and supporting your leg with his arm on his shoulder. Sometimes he’d push on your ass to have his face fully submerged in your crotch.

All of his sexual fantasies would make you so exhausted that he’d stop using his curse for a time to let your body rest for a bit. But to make up for his graciousness you’d have to submit to him, whilst he drilled his cock in your pussy, forgetting his promises from the highs at the end and accidentally shouting cum for me at the end. After that orgasm however you would pass out.

In a span of one month, he would have cursed you in his perfect image and he would use his curses less and less, when in truth you merely submit to him in order to release the strain he had put on your body.

“Wonder how you’d look with your belly full of my kids.” He grunted out, thrusting in an out of you, while you lay motionless underneath him, your mind completely broken. “I’ll breed some baby siblings in you mommy, so that it will get a bit more crowded in our little mansion.” The thought of bearing his kids had crossed your mind, but more out of fear than an actual want for it. It seemed sick to you that he referred to you as mommy but was using your body to the level of a fully fledged spouse. And all that talk of you giving him siblings was sickening too.

“We’re gonna have such a beautiful bunch, little Y/ns and Toges running around the house while nanny keeps them away so that I can fuck even more inside you.” His enthusiasm suggested that he was gonna make it a reality sooner or later. Maybe after you graduate and become an official sorcerer of a higher grade, but you doubted that with your weak curse you’d be able to attain it.

The high school prom was a BLAST! The memories of it were still lingering at the back of your mind, but the best thing that came out of it – it was the last time you’d ever see Toji Fushiguro, or at least you’d only see him after years. The reason why you hated the guy so much was due to his infamous school-playboy reputation, one of his conquests being your own best friend, who went to a therapist after the whole thing got exposed. The prom night was a perfect day to put your revenge at motion.

Toji must’ve been surprised out of his mind when you accepted his invitation to prom as well as to spend the night at a near-by hotel room. So far you had been the final name missing from his list of conquest and he was way too happy to finish it before moving on to his next domain, that he never caught even a whisp of your true intentions.

Let’s just say that after all the fun n dancin’ you excused yourself to your room, saying that you needed 20 minutes to prepare yourself, whilst he pumped himself up with drinks of all sorts of colors. When he finally came staggering to the hotel room, he was so happy to see a beautiful body outline hidden under the blanket, so he rid himself from most of his clothing. But as soon as he pushed himself under the covers, you stepped out of the bathroom, pulled the covers off and took a picture of Toji kissing your gay friend.

The shock on everyone’s faces of the revelation that Toji was gay, has been printed in your memory. What’s more, his prestigious family made a whole family drama for him, as they were well know for their arranged marriage breeding program (basically those people are very pressing over the importance of producing offspring), so you could only imagine how Toji got himself beat up for something that wasn’t really his fault. But as the saying goes – revenge is best served cold, and you sure as hell went by the book.

The thing was, you didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him, as he had broken your best friend’s heart and caused you lots of trouble and drama during your school years, just because you refused to sleep with him. The worst thing he had done to you was putting hot glue in your hair which caused some burns at the back of your neck, plus you were forced to shave a bit of your hair for better treatment. And all that just because you wouldn’t jump in bed with him.

Currently you were studying at the Metropolitan Technical college and in short it was all you had imagined – amazing teachers, huge libraries, loads of juicy information and the best thing of all was definitely your new classmates, who were all of mature character. There had been one classmate, who would be learning remotely for the first month, due to his or her other duties, that included family business.

By the end of your first month, you received a group assignment, where there would be four people per group. You got paired of with Kento Nanami and Satoru Gojo and the mystery fourth person, who would appear at school somewhere during next week. You had pretty much forgotten about the phantom 4th member as you were considering a potential thesis at the library with Nanami and Gojo.

You were so nose-deep in books that you didn’t notice how Nanami and Gojo had quieted down and were greeting the last member of the group, who turned out to be none other than Toji Fushiguro of the Zenin clan. You felt as if all air had been sucked out of your lungs as he smiled politely at you. “Do you guys know each other?” “No!” you quickly shouted out not even paying attention to who asked the question. Instead, you quickly grabbed your things and left in a hurry to the dormitory, making things even more awkward.

The entirety of the next month would be spent by partially attending lectures and partially working on the assigned project. Your current situation felt like walking on eggshells, fearing that at any moment Toji may snap and repay you in kind for the embarrassment you had caused him, but surprisingly he did nothing. Toji would interact with you only whilst your team were working on the project, but otherwise he’d let you be and wouldn’t even talk to you. Considering his past behavior, you were 50% convinced he might’ve actually grown more mature, since he was calm and quiet, spending nearly all of his time on academics, whilst the rest was divided by eating and sleeping.

So, when it was nearly time of the presentation you all had to divide the parts that you’d be speaking in front of the class. Nanami would start with the introduction, whilst you’d be explaining the body of your work. Gojo took on the part of arguments, leaving the conclusion and affirmation of thesis to Toji, but, since you had worked that out mostly by yourself, you all agreed that two days before presenting Toji would discuss his part with you.

That day you were as clueless as Toji had been on the prom night. The only difference was that Toji got drunk on cocktails, while you were currently drunk on studies, doing your absolute best to get excellent grades. When he came to your room at midday, you politely invited him in and offered him a drink, to which he responded by shutting your doors loudly and turning the key to lock the door. Once you looked back to him an angry scowl decorated his face.

You were surprised by his sudden change of attitude, but still thought it might be because the group left him the last bite at the project, and you were ready to bargain with him. All such thoughts perished once he backed you up against the bed and fell on it with you crushed underneath him. That is when you finally realized that something was wrong it wasn’t about the project.

“Ya actually had the gall to imagine I’d forget what you did to me that night?” He was fuming. His brute strength, which you hadn’t really noticed before all of a sudden became frightening to you and currently all you wished for was to get as far away from him as possible.

“I was forced to stay four moths at some straightening program, just because my family thought I was a bloody homosexual.” He discarded you of your shirt and leggings with one arm, while holding both of your arms in a tight grip with the other one.

“All that lecture about how important it is to produce children, the need to beat up all of those other guys, just so they’d stop flinging their cocks in front of my face destroyed my perception of the world, so…” you looked in his eyes trembling as he took off his own shirt and tied your arms with his belt. “…I think it’s only fair that I destroy your future in return.” He tightened it around your wrists, making you wince, and rolled you over so that you were laying on your belly and your ass was up against his clothed crotch. You knew full well what would follow.

“Hold your horses! Listen! This-, I…” you didn’t even know what to say to him and how to get out of this situation. “How is this gonna destroy my future huh? Really think Imma stop my study’s just because you finished your goddamn list?” That was a clear challenge for Toji and he was happy to answer. He leaned down so that his breath brushed against your ear. “You’ll find out once I’m finished inside of you.”

You used your body’s advantage and slipped out of Toji’s grip. You bolted right for the bathroom, hands still bound, but you couldn’t make it in time as Toji had grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back in room.

“M’gonna teach you how to behave, so that you’ll be good to me, my little wife.” You had hoped you heard wrong, or perhaps he was confused, or he said the wrong word. Once you looked up to him again, he was fully naked, and his cock was rock hard n full of blood.

“But first, before we can get to the main course, you gotta take care of my hard on.” You had no time to react when his cock was already in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Your arms were pushing against his thick thighs, “Yeah baby, use them claws on me!” he grunted out and bobbed your head faster, making you choke. A mixture of saliva and his pre was leaking from the corners of your mouth and he, being a gentleman, wiped the corners for you.

It was troublesome to breathe through your nose whilst your mouth was stuffed full of Toji’s cock, but as he soothingly cooed that’s rights and good girls at you, you somehow relaxed and were able to finish the deed easier. Or more accurately, he was the one to finish the deed in your mouth.

You were coughing and inhaling sharp breaths as his seed dripped out of your mouth onto the cold floor. “That’s a good start into making a lil housewife outta you.” He praised and pulled you again by the hair to face you. “I guess I should reward you, but I’m in a bit of a rush, so let’s cancel it to some other time.”

It wasn’t exactly clear for you to why he was rushing things all of a sudden, but then again it would be weird if he’d walked out of the all-girl’s floor after such a long time, as it was a taboo for students to wonder on the floors assigned for the opposite gender at the dormitory. All meetings were supposed to be carried out at study areas to lessen the numbers of young mothers and fathers.

Finally, he got off the belt, allowing your blood flow return to it’s natural rhythm. Toji kissed you all of a sudden, but you came to learn that it was merely a diversion to mask the fact that his cock entered you in a sharp, piercing thrust, making you scream in his mouth.

“Chill out wifey, m’not gonna move until it’s all better for you, kay?!” he assured, giving some comfort to your aching soul. You held a tight grip on his shoulders as a way to force out the frustration of the pain you felt in your beating cunt. Some blood came sticky out of your vagina, but you mistook it for your own juices and finally allowed Toji to move. And boy did he move. Your tits were bouncing like crazy from the precise and dominant thrusts he was punching your way.

The best thing about this torture had to be the fact that Toji wouldn’t leave your mouth unattended and stucks his own tongue as for as it would go in your mouth, exploring every spot of your wet cavern. You could tell that his tongue was super-experienced, which was no surprise, considering how many of your former classmates he had split on his cock, whilst sticking his tongue down their throats.

Your eyes were closed shut as you released small moans and whimpers in Toji’s mouth, while he still drilled his hips in yours. You felt Toji’s pace speeding up as he was closing in on his release, before he parted from the kiss and grabbed you tightly, digging his cock as deep as he could to release his warm seed inside your pussy.

At that moment you felt as if you had been woken up from some kind of a spell, because you began banging on his chest and telling him to let go, going nuts over the fact that you might not get plan b in time. “Toji please, let…” “Shhhh, it’s all ok little wifey, you’re gonna look so pretty with you little baby bump, paddling around the house, cooking dinner for me.” For a moment you thought that he might be delirious, drunk on some distant fantasy, but then you remembered again. What he said. He told you he’d make a wife out of you. A fucking wife! You, a first-year college student, would be forced to leave your studies, just because your asshole of a classmate knocked you up out of spite and…revenge.