#tw:manipulation

The mission had started in your third year of Hogwarts, get close to Mattheo Riddle. Get information out of him about his father and his death eaters.

It was programmed into you from a young age to be a soldier - a spy just to survive the upcoming war. So, you - just like any other teenager would do- decided to try to date him when you reached your sixth year. At least you would have the excuse to your parents that it is for the mission, plus you could finally get a boyfriend even if it was fake.

The hard part was actually getting Mattheo to settle down with just one person, he had it in his mind that he had to binge on every woman within a five mile radius. Even if you were his friend, he said he wouldn't date you but you kept pursuing it.

He was a very handsome boy, no one could deny that but you could also not deny his attitude problem. It made you want to go against your parents wishes multiple times indefinitely.

Still you pursued to which each time he denied.

It was getting too frustrating - almost at your breaking point. About to give up, until you noticed him getting jealous of others who would come and speak to you. It was small flittering moments yet you still managed to catch it.

That could be used to it's advantage. He obviously did have some feelings for you, why he was denying them was not a question you cared to ask.

Just like that you arranged for boys to flirt with you in front of him, simply by wearing a more revealing outfit. Men were simple, easy creatures in your mind. Mattheo would be no different.

So, here you sat beside him with your skirt lifted a little more to reveal more skin with a few buttons done on your shirt. Messy look but still put together - enough to get any boy to look your way regardless of their house.

And just like that, many took the bait. Coming up to you in droves with simple little hellos, how are you, you look different, are you free tonight. Stupid idiotic things they think were amazing conversation starters, but it got the job done.

Mattheo followed you out of the dining hall, his hand grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him. He quickly pressed you against the cobblestone wall after doing so. "What're you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Batting your eyes at him innocently- smirking on the inside. Jackpot!

"What do you mean - what do I mean? Look at the way you're dressed!"

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"

"My girlfriend is not going to be running around dressed like a," He stopped himself. "Dressed like that." He began to button up your shirt.

"Since when am I your girlfriend, matty? I thought you would rather die than settle with anyone?" Feeling triumph as his fingers worked to finish buttoning up your top. He stopped for a moment before staring at you with a unreadable look. It almost made your stomach churn had you not been preparing for this moment for more than half of your life.

"I never-" He groaned. "If you wanted to be my girlfriend so badly, you could have just asked."

"I did multiple times."

He chuckled and brought his hands to your own hands, rubbing his thumb on them lovingly. "My apologies, I'll accept it now, okay? Stop torturing me."

"This wasn't even the beginning, perhaps I should hold off on being your girlfriend for awhile longer. Just to get back at you for ever denying me in the first place."

"Not a chance, love." He pulled you in for a kiss before pulling away. "Just so you know, if we do this, there is no going back."

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

And so began the one sided relationship unbeknownst to mattheo riddle, as well as the unknowing obsession he had for you.

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Years later when the war was finally over, your mission was over. No longer needing to fake date the boy who grew into a man, you could finally start your own actual family. Your own life that didn't consist of this conceited man. Even if he did help in the war, you thought poorly of him due to his birthright parents.

You just simply couldn't pretend any longer.

"You felt nothing for me this whole time?"

Perhaps you should feel more guilty, but when you see him you see your dead friends and family that had suffered at the hands of his father. "I've never felt anything for you, Riddle."

His eyes were wide with shock, silent tears poured down his face. "I've thought my father to be cruel but you-" He swallowed loudly. "You take the cake, my love."

"Don't call me that anymore, you're not allowed to love me." Feeling upset at the fact that he ever did.

"I'm allowed to do as I please, I'm a free man."

"Shouldn't be, should be locked away in Azkaban with the rest of the surviving death eaters."

"You don't mean that," He took a step closer to you making you take a step back. "Baby, say you don't mean that."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Get out of my house, Riddle."

He cracked a small smile but remained standing in place. This time you took a step towards him, pushing him slightly as to get your point across. "I said to leave now."

He grabbed your wrists when you tried to push him once more. "You spent years trying to get my attention, years planning this all out, did you really think that after I gave in I would simply let you go?"

Your eyes shot up to stare him in the eye, fear began to curl in your stomach. His words came flooding back to the day you asked him to date you, well more like begged, for the 100th time.

If we do this, there is no going back.

He said that when you strategically became his friend and when you not so strategically became his girlfriend. You never quite knew what it meant but standing in front of him with a crazed look in his eye - you understood.

Still, you stood your ground. Ripping your arms from his viper like hold with a grunt, you turned on your heel and rushed to grab your wand. Stupidly leaving it on the counter when you opened the door for him.

"Accio Wand."

Your wand flew past your head and right into the hands of your former lover who still thought you to be his.

"You're being rude, baby. Can't we just cuddle and fuck like old times?"

Old times he says when the last time was literally less than a month ago. It was all fake to you but you never realized how real it truly was to Mattheo. You stood in place much like he did earlier looking like a deer in headlights, trying to figure out what to do or say to get out of this situation.

"Matty." You pouted.

He laughed loudly. "Fuck," He inhaled. "Even when I know you're being manipulative, I can't help but love you."

He took long strides over to you. "You have no idea what you do to me. The mere thought of you leaving me would send me so far over the edge, I don't think anyone would survive." His one hand held both of your wands while the other cupped your face, his fingers brushing over your skin lightly. "I don't want you to go away."

"I'm," You took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm not going anywhere, matty."

"I know you aren't, I am going to make sure of that." With that being said, he snapped your wand in half throwing it across the room - his lips capturing yours as you opened your mouth in shock.

A/N: I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA THAT IS LESS YANDERE, MORE FLUFF WITH THIS SAME CONCEPT IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED 👀

A unified Amen filled the entire room then people stood to line up, waiting to receive the small wafer and a sip of the wine dubbed the blood of Christ. You helped the elderly man seated next to you stand then walked behind him to join the line. You looked around at the familiar faces and sighed happily to yourself before making eye contact with the two men wearing cassocks, Father Kento and Father Toji.

You have always been involved with the church, your earliest memories were filled with the church. So, it was only natural for you to start attending your local church when you moved. That was when you first met Father Kento, he greeted you with open arms and a warm smile. It was easy for you to adjust to the new environment and then about a few months later a new priest in training joined the church, Father Toji. It was interesting to see how the two men interacted with each other when they were seemingly polar opposites. But what you weren’t aware of was what the two men had in common.

An insatiable urge to corrupt an innocent parishioner and both men had their eyes on you.

You were the perfect church girl and they knew how to get you right in their bed and between them. They knew you were the type to save yourself until marriage but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t drift you away from your original, innocent plans. Especially if they convinced you that, that’s what God wanted for you.

Being priests they had the gift of gab. That only meant it wouldn’t take much to convince someone as trusting as you to do what they needed you to do.

Each man stood at either end of the table, Nanami held the chalice with the wine inside and Toji started giving out the wafers. Each person went one after another and received their own blessing and finally it was your turn. You stood in front of Father Nanami and he brought the chalice to your lips and you took a small sip before pulling back. “Thank you Father Kento.” He smiled and leaned in, “you know you haven’t been to confession in almost a month, after mass you’ll go with me and Father Toji, okay?”

You nodded at his words and offered him another smile before moving to Father Toji. You watched how he placed the sacramental bread in others hands so they can place it into their mouths but when it was your turn, he ignored your cupped hands and tapped the wafer against your lips. “Open up, you know the deal.” He let out a low chuckle as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out slightly. Fuck you looked perfect like that, so innocent, so malleable, he could just take you in front of all the other parishioners but he had to be patient. He placed the small wafer on your tongue and pulled his hand back, “thank you Father Toji.” He nodded and watched as you got up and walked back to your seat.

The mass continued and everything happened so quickly. Both men couldn’t keep their thoughts straight, for you have infiltrated them so easily.

“May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” Toji lifted his hand to the crowd and moved it in the shape of a cross as Nanami started the ending of mass. Another unified Amen filled the room and Nanami finished with the concluding words, “The Mass is ended, go in peace to love and serve the Lord.”

“Thanks be to God.” Everyone started getting up and thanked the two men for a wonderful mass while you stood behind. There was no real reason why you hadn’t gone to confession, there was nothing you had to confess. You hadn’t sinned, well maybe some things here and there but nothing that would warrant a confession. You moved your hands down to play with the hem of your dress as you consumed yourself in your thoughts.

Both men approached you and stood at either side of you while you continued to toy with your dress. Toji leaned down to your ear and placed a hand on your shoulder, “come now sweetheart. We’ll be doing things a little different today, you’ll be confession to both Father Kento and myself.” You jumped a little at the deep rumble of his voice and nodded at his words, too naive and trusting for your own good.

He held out his hand to you and you took it without hesitation. He continued to hold onto it while Nanami followed behind you both, itching to get his hands on you. The walk was filled with light small talk as the men led you to a more private area, their quarters.

You looked around the room and turned to look at them, slightly dumbfounded. “Why are we here? Don’t we normally do our confessions in the confessional booth?” God, you looked so cute. A slight pout on your lips as you looked up at the two men while your hands went back to the hem of your dress. Toji spoke first and placed a hand on your shoulder, “yes but it’s currently being fixed, so we just decided to take you here if that’s okay with you?”

You looked up at the raven haired male and nodded, your gaze drifting momentarily to his scar before meeting his eyes. “Good, now sit.” Nanami pulled out two chairs and put them back to back, he led you to sit down on one while Toji sat on the other. “What about you, Father Kento? Don’t you need a seat?”

He shook his head and smiled at you, “Father Toji is the one you’re confessing to, I’m just here to make sure everything goes smoothly.” He sat down on the desk in front of you and nodded his head, “go on and start.”

You sucked in a small breath and started, “bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago. These are my sins, I have succumbed to a sin of the flesh.” Heat rose to your cheeks and burned through your whole body as the sin you committed left your lips in a soft tone to reach the ears of the two deviants you were in a room with before reaching God’s ears. Both men perked up and raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, please elaborate further on that. God cannot forgive you for your sin if you don’t explain it in its entirety.” You played with the hem of your dress more as Toji’s raspy voice reverberated throughout the room.

“I have touched myself in a sinful way, Father.” You kept your eyes down at your hands, if the world swallowed you whole in this moment you would be thankful. Toji turned his head to look at Nanami and nodded. Nanami stood up and took a few steps over to you and knelt down. He placed one of his hands on your knee while the other went on top of your fidgeting hands. “Darling, you can’t just stop in the middle of a confession. Do you mind if I help you?” You tore your gaze away from your dress and met his warm eyes, you nodded slowly and he smiled. He moved his hand from your hands and moved it to the other knee. You watched closely as he started pushing them apart and you instinctively tried to keep your legs closed. The issue is, he was much stronger than you so he easily overpowered you and kept your legs spread.

“Don’t you want God to forgive you for your sins? If you don’t let me do this then God can’t forgive you and you can’t truly repent.” Your eyes widened at his words and you shook your head, “no, Father Kento I want to be forgiven, I want to repent for my sins!” He had to bite back a smirk and Toji moved so he could watch over your shoulder, you felt his hot breath at your ear and you turned your head quickly to face him.

“Just trust us. We’re just doing what God wants us to do okay?” He cooed softly at you and you nodded, both men knew it would be easy to get you to submit to their will but this was just easier than they expected. Toji hooked two fingers under your chin and lifted your head up as he leaned in close, “have you ever kissed a man before?” Your cheeks burned as you peered into his eyes and you shook your head, “no, Father Toji.”

“Good girl.” With that he closed the remaining gap between you both and kissed you softly, you whimpered against his lips and gripped the arms of the chair you were sitting in tightly. His lips against yours felt like nothing you’ve imagined before and as he deepened the kiss you felt the same burning in your belly whenever you touched yourself.

Now that you were distracted, Nanami lifted up your dress so it scrunched up at your hips and let out a low groan at the sight of your panties, white to represent your innocence that was soon to be tainted by the two men you were with. He moved one hand up your thigh and started rubbing gentle circles on your clit over your panties. You instantly arched your back and gasped against Toji’s lips, “so reactive, little angel.” Nanami mumbled before pressing his thumb against the growing wet spot on your panties and then hooked two fingers under them and pulled them to the side.

Your pussy looked perfect, your swollen clit and your pretty virgin hole clenched around nothing. He adjusted his position and leaned in close, taking in a deep breath. Fuck, you even smelled sweet. He pressed gentle kisses along your lower lips and kissed your clit. You gripped the arms of the chair tighter and whined against Toji’s lips once Nanami took your pussy into his mouth. Toji broke the kiss and looked down at Nanami, chuckling at how disheveled you looked. Your kiss swollen lips were parted ever so slightly and your eyes drifted between the two men.

Toji disrobed and your eyes widened as you saw his muscles once he took his cassock and shirt off. They flexed and tensed with the most subtle movements and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Then your eyes traveled down his body and saw his bulge, he seemed like he was about to burst through his pants. “Enjoying the view, sweetheart? Tell me, when you touch yourself do you think about me and Father Kento? Because I have a little confession for you,” he leaned in close to your ear while you moaned and whined due to Nanami’s tongue exploring your pussy like a man who hasn’t had a drink in days. “Father Kento and I have had filthy thoughts about you, thoughts that would make even the devil blush.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words, there’s no way they could be true, right?

These men are supposed to be the definition of holiness, they’re not supposed to succumb to sin. They’re held at a higher tier due to their devotion to faith, you look up to priests and the clergy as an example of how you’re supposed to live your life. But to know that they’re just as depraved as you are excites you.

You moved one hand down from the arm of the chair to Nanami’s hair and messed up the perfectly styled golden locks as he suckled on your clit. Your mouth fell agape as he continued his actions and Toji took advantage of the position you were in. He gripped your chin and turned your head so you could face him but this time he was completely undressed, revealing his throbbing cock. Your mind started racing but the big question that circled around in your haze filled mind was how would he be able to fit it inside your mouth? There was no way you could open your mouth that wide but you couldn’t dwell on the question for long. He moved one of his large hands behind your head and pushed you closer until the tip laid along your tongue. “You just need to suction your mouth like you’re sucking on one of those cherry lollipops you love to have right after mass and I’ll do the rest of the work.”

So you did exactly as he said, you wrapped your lips around the bulbous head and he started moving his hips, thrusting shallowly to let you adjust to his size but the way you were whimpering and moaning around his cock made it extremely difficult to go slow. Nanami moved one hand from your knee and brought it to your entrance, now coated in his saliva and your juices and slipped one finger inside you. The feeling was overwhelming, he pumped his finger slowly then started picking up the pace as he sucked on your clit harder. Just as he picked up the pace of his finger, Toji picked up the pace of his hips. Guttural and borderline animalistic groans left his scarred lips as he forced you to take his cock entirely down your throat. You gagged each time his balls touched your chin and tears freely spilled down your face but it just turned you on even more.

Nanami’s cock throbbed as he looked up at you, you were taking a cock that was entirely too big for you almost with ease and he just had to have you. He slipped a second finger inside you and started pumping them quickly, the squelching of your pussy almost felt too loud and your legs started shaking at the rough pace. Before you knew it, the coil inside your belly snapped and your pussy clenched around his fingers tightly as your orgasm washed over you. Toji pulled out of your mouth so you could catch your breath and Nanami pulled away from you. “Let’s bring her to the bed and put her on all fours.” Nanami spoke as he undressed and Toji scooped you up from the chair with ease and brought you to the cot in the room, he put you on your hands and knees and sat down in front of you, his cock still standing proud while the tip leaked even more precum.

Once Nanami was fully undressed he joined you two on the cot and moved behind you. He pressed his cock against your slit and dragged it through your folds to collect the mix of his spit and your juices on it. “Just take a deep breath, this will hurt but it’ll feel good very soon.” With that he lined up with your entrance and started slowly pushing in, “oh Christ, if this is what heaven feels like then I never want to leave.” He groaned and continued pushing in slowly, tears pricked at your eyes and you stretched your arms out to hold onto Toji’s thighs. “You poor thing,” Toji cooed and moved one hand to caress your cheek and wiped at your eyes, “you’re doing so good, just doing what the Lord needs of you.”

His hips slowly started to move faster and snapped against yours. Toji guided his cock back into your mouth and started thrusting up, both men using you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and leaned down, “remember you still need to repent for your sins. So I need you to repeat after me, this is Corinthians 7:10.” He snapped his hips into yours while Toji buried his cock in the back of your throat. “Father, when I sin, help me to not dwell in a worldly sort of sorrow that would lead to my death” he smirked as you tried to repeat the prayer while Toji’s cock was still in your mouth. “Grant me godly sorrow and the ability to recognize it.” He gave you another moment to try to repeat his words before continuing, “May it result in repentance that leads to deliverance and leaves no regret. Amen.” You repeated the final words of the prayer and let out a muffled Amen around Toji’s cock and the raven haired male groaned.

Both men started to move in sync, each time Nanami bottomed out so did Toji. Everything they did was mind numbing and all you could do was moan and hold onto Toji’s thighs. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off your orgasm much longer, it was already quickly approaching. The way Nanami’s cock explored your walls was like his cock was made to be inside you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and threw his head back as you clenched around his cock tighter. He angled his hips and hit that spongy spot inside, instantly making you cum. You let out a muffled cry around Toji’s cock as your orgasm took over you. Both men groaned and Nanami’s orgasm washed over him first, he pressed his hips firmly against yours as he coated your virgin walls with cum then Toji held your head down as he came deep down your throat.

You dug your nails into his thighs and he pulled you off once he was done. You panted and looked up at him as your tongue stuck out slightly, some remnants of his cum coated the pink muscle. You swallowed and Nanami slowly pulled out of you, allowing you to slump against the cot completely. “Thank you Father Toji, thank you Father Kento.” Your voice was raspy from the face fucking you received and both men pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You did very well but there is still more you need to do to be fully forgiven. What do you say about having confessions like these every week after mass and after Bible study?” Toji spoke and gently caressed your cheek while Nanami covered your body with a blanket. You looked up at both men with half lidded eyes and nodded, “if that’s what God wants from me then I’ll do it.”

Nanami and Toji sported the same smirk and nodded. “You’re the perfect child of God, now get some rest.” Nanami whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

except bakugou didn’t seem to think that way, not when moves halfway across the country for a college that you guys had never even talked about. your best friend left you behind but you would be fine, there were facetime calls and text messages and 3AM movie nights over discord while you both half awake and stealing glances at one another until one of you drifted off first. your best, your katsuki...he would tell you stories of the guys he’d met at the dorm, the ones he’d tell to back off while they tried to flirt with you over call. he would ask about your day, your classes— tell you that he was so proud of his girl and the praise always shot right to your tummy. the praise would make you touch yourself after your screens went dark and you were alone in your dorm with his name on your lips.

katsuki, katsuki, katsuki.

you’d chant his name like he was yours, like he was the one making you feel good and not the tiny fingers you have stuffed in your little cunt. you think of him when you cum, when you fall asleep, when you wake up in the morning… and maybe you’re a little obsessed...but after all, he’s all you’ve ever known. in your mind, bakugou was yours, he was always yours.

until he wasn’t. until he was hers.

“i’ve met someone,” the blonde mumbles to you on call one night, he’s sheepish and embarrassed— something that katsuki rarely ever expresses so you know he’s being serious. immediately your heart sinks, jealousy and anger curling around your beating heart and blackening it—how dare he? who is she? you and katsuki were made for each other, college wasn’t supposed to change that. and if your best friend sees your face twist into a frown, he doesn’t say anything about it. “she’s sweet, got a feelin’ yer gonna like her.”

you won’t, you already don’t.

you hate whoever the hell she is.

and katsuki sees that written all over your face, in the downturned corners of your glossed lips and the crinkle between your eyebrows. “she’s great,” he tries again, tries to reassure you because he hates seeing you upset and hates being the cause of it even more. “i promise.”

there’s no way she compares to you, she couldn’t be greater than you. “‘m sure she is.”

“yer upset with me, aren’cha?” the blonde asks you, clearly worried as his lips pull into a frown and you remember the sense of pride shooting through your veins at making him feel guilty. bakugou deserved that, especially after choosing some girl over you. “don’t be—“

“‘m not,” you say back, rolling your eyes and putting on a disinterested act just to vy for more of bakugou’s attention— you want his eyes on you and only you, not the bitch who’s swiped him from right underneath your nose. your lips push into a pout as you look away from the screen, shrugging your shoulders into the cool night while your childhood best friend rubs a hand over his face, clearly apologetic for having to break the news to you this way.

“c’mon angel, yn, look at me...don’t be fuckin’ mad, okay? don’t deny it either, already know that’cha are,” bakugou coos, rough as he leans into his shit-quality facetime and presents you with his furrowed brows and darling ruby gen eyes that you love so much. “you’re always gonna be my favourite girl, okay?”

you can’t help the smile that curls on your lips. “mkay,” you say in a quiet babyish voice and relief floods your best friend’s face. “do you promise?”

“pinky fuckin’ promise.”

but as it turns out, bakugou had lied.

his girlfriend wasn’t as great as he’d made out to be— in fact she was worse. her name doesn’t come up in the conversations the two of you have over your weekly calls but you manage to pull the handles of her social media accounts from between the loose lips of katsuki’s roommate— kirishima, with the promise of a few lewd videos and a chance for him to hook up with you. the red head’s chance with you wouldn’t come however, since you intended to save yourself only for the blonde with the firm, iron hot grip on your heart and all feelings for him replaced any guilt you had for manipulating kirishima the way you did.

nonetheless, ochako uraraka is the name he gives you and you decide that she’s nowhere near bakugou’s type. ‘yer gonna love her,’ is what you remember him telling you as you scroll through her instagram accounts— you hate her, is what you think. the girl is try hard, she wants to be cute but she looks annoying— she takes bakugou on dates you know he would hate, makes stupid comments about the stuff he loves that she dislikes, forces him to try foods you know he would turn his nose up at when he was back home with you. you pick at everything you can about her and try to convince your best friend that he’s making a terrible mistake but no matter what you say it’s always; ‘jus give her a chance, y’gotta warm up to her,’ and ‘i really like her, you will too.’

and you can’t, you won’t, you refuse. you refuse to acknowledge ochako as anything close to perfect for katsuki, no matter how hard he tries because you’re the one for him, you’re perfect for him and in your books she simply didn’t make the cut.

it’s not like ochako adored you either, the first time you’d met her guard was up miles high despite the sweet smile she’d given you in the presence of your best friend— and it’s not like you could blame her, in katsuki’s eyes, you appeared flawless… a vision of what a woman by his side should look like and that bothered her.

it bothered her to the point where she would try to sabotage your friendship with her boyfriend whatever chance she got— pretending to like your silly childhood games, kissing him when she was sure you were looking, prematurely ending the nights in which you hung out with bakugou by strategically placing a hand on his thigh and mumbling dirty words into his earn until his cheeks turned pink and he was rushing away with her. she was coming between you and your best friend and you hated it.

you hated her.

so you made sure of it, at your next visit to katsuki you’d win him back and remind him of who his favourite girl really was.

“s-she hates me suki! she...s-she said i wasn’t good enough to be your friend!”

you hiccup your way through practiced words as bakugou locks the door to his frat house’s mancave— crossing the room in three short strides to be right by your side again. with soft hands, you cling to his toned arms and squeeze them beneath your grip, pressing yourself impossibly closer to your best friend. tears stream down your cheeks— fat droplets of saltine liquid clumped in your pretty lashes while you cling to him, small sniffles echoing through the room and just barely heard over the thumping bass of the music outside.

katsuki’s face, aged like fine wine over the years— ruby stone set eyes softening, falls flat at the sight of you so distraught and upset. it kills him inside to see you cry.

it hurts him more than a punch to the gut.

false waterworks and a wobbling bottom lip were all it took to get katsuki bakugou alone and away from the welcome party he’d thrown in your honour. the stardust sparkles in your watering eyes causing an unexplainable tightness in his chest, enough for him to pull you into the nearest empty room to comfort you. it’s not like you had lied about your reason for tearing up anyways— just moments before your best friend’s girlfriend, ochako, and her equally annoying buddy, mina, had cornered you in the hallway to confront you.

“you should go for hanta, or denki or maybe even eijirou. he really likes you,” the brunette had told you, swirling her solo cup of booze as her gaze swept over you. “so long as you back off of katsuki,”

you’d grinned with faux innocence, pushing yourself off of the wall the two girls had backed you up against to invade her personal space. “you’re sweet ‘chako!” you had squealed, revelling in her offended expression as you latched onto her as if you were best buds. “thanks but no thanks! all eiji knows is ass and good pussy. which you have neither of. my eyes are on suki.”

ochako had glared and grunted, stumbling back to get rid of you. “that wasn’t an offer,” came her snappy response. “you’re too clingy, too childish for him. katsuki wants a real woman.”

thinking of the bitch’s words only makes you angrier, makes you act harder to draw sympathy from katsuki so you can execute your plan of revenge. you were going to show her, show him— that you were just as much of a woman as ochako was and that he’d been making a huge mistake just by being with her. “she said i was too immature, that she’d get rid of me,” you blubber, jutting out your lower lip even more. “you won’t do that, right suki?” your acting could be a gift from god, an oscar winning performance one might say. you could tell by the unhappy twitch of bakugou’s frown— deeper, harder, that you’ve got him in a chokehold of guilt.

“fuck, y’really torn up about this huh, angel?” bakugou sighs, thick brows knitted together. you almost laugh, the sound coming out as a light gasp— like you would let ochako hurt your feelings. she had absolutely nothing on you. you were katsuki’s sun stars and moon, she would see that shortly. he moves towards the door, reaching for the handle. “i’ll go ‘n talk to her.”

“no!” you huff shortly, gripping him tighter and tugging your best friend over to the couch in the corner of the room— the route you’ve planned in your head and the final destination katsuki’s lap. “want you to stay, can you help me feel better, suki?” he looks to you as if he doesn’t know what to think, but how can he say no to you? he never can, not when you’ve been by his side your whole life and put his needs before your own. you throw him down onto the couch in one swift move, slotting yourself into his lap just like you would when you were back home— testing katsuki’s limits before your plan comes into play.

he accepts you at first, nodding his head with a warm hand rubbing on your back. hugs don’t count as cheating right? bakugou thinks. he couldn’t think to keep you at arms length, not when you were so warm— not when you were the sweetest person he’d ever met crying over a fight with his girlfriend. he’s conflicted, he knows he should be out there with ochako but you’re his best friend, you would do the same for him...right?

distracted by his thoughts and his seemingly endless list of problems brewing between his girlfriend and his best friend— katsuki almost doesn’t notice the way you slowly start to grind against his thigh, your chubby cheek pressed against his heartbeat to muffle the small whimpers gathered in your glossed lips and wet tongue. almost.

bakugou, before anything else, is a hormonal college boy— turned on at the slightest feeling or scent of good pussy. you know he won’t be able to resist you and the warmth of your sweet folds as they brush over his rough jeans, the beginning of your arousal sinking through the black denim fabric. you know that he couldn’t say no despite the dig of his rough fingertips into your supple waist— hormones clouding the red rhinestones in his irises when you pull back from his chest to look at him. “h-hey...hey! the fuck are you doin’ brat?” the blonde curses despite the pillow cushion to his words, he’s never harsh with you, he doesn’t want to upset you. your hips shift against katsuki’s thigh just right and your smaller-than-his fingers sink into his right arm in a tight grip as you cry his name. “fuckin’ stop with that!”

bottom lip wobbling, your face crumples and so does katsuki’s. he doesn’t want to see you cry, even if you grinding down against the meat of his muscled thighs is wrong, even if it drives him insane to feel your needy hole clench around against him. “w-what? what’s the matter ka’suki?” your words are let out with a faux whimper, faking your hurt until you make it. anything to get the plan to ruin his stupid little relationship going. “you don’ wanna help me? am i doin’ somethin’ wrong?”

you know just what to say, after all no one knows bakugou better than you— it just makes manipulating him way too easy. “what? no? the fuck are you on ‘bout?” katsuki struggles to get out, large hands attempting to push you off again while his thighs tell a different story, flexing the right one beneath your cunt, holding back a groan when your whole body shudders and your pretty eyes cross. “‘course i wanna help you angel, jus’ not like this. got a girlfriend now—“

“but you promised!” you sigh, putting on a bit more of a show now that you know you have your best friend’s attention. your fingers dance down towards the hem of your skirt, hips never stopping their straddled dance over katsuki’s thigh. “you said you’d help me feel better, ‘m your best friend suki, you want me to feel better right?” your tone is accusing with your facial expression innocent to match— you tug your skirt up, pinching the fabric between two fingers to reveal your naked pussy, rosy and puffy lips spread open against his jeans with a glisten as you leave a wet patch in your wake of grinding.

“fuck, i did...yeah i fuckin’ did,” bakugou sighs hotly and leans back into the couch, his large hands swallowing your thighs as if he wants to keep them spread— hazy eyes trained on the way your clit becomes swollen and bumps his thigh with every rut of your precious hips to get yourself off. “but angel,” he almost whines. “my girlfriend…”

grinning, you take his hands from your thighs and guide them slowly across the expanse of your body. “e‘nough ‘bout ochako,” you say, sliding his palms across your tummy, fingers feather light as they walk up your rib cage, squeeze your thighs again before brushing roughly under the swell of your breasts— calloused pads of his finger tips tweaking your nipple from under your shirt, as you’d forgone a bra too. “she’s not more important to you than me, right katsuki?”

you say his full name this time, the three syllables hanging onto the gloss that coats your lips and only briefly pulling his gaze away from your sticky cunt and catching your best friend’s attention. his thigh twitches at the sight of you, top pushed up over your breast and skirt lifted just so he can get a peek at the fruit in eve’s garden, and like the story goes the snake in his ear is telling bakugou to take a bite out of you and what you gave to offer.

bouncing his thigh against your blossoming cunt, bakugou breathes his next words. “never, fuckin’ never.”

in victory, your arms wrap around bakugou’s neck for support before you begin to lift and drop your hips slowly against his leg as he gives it the momentum it needs to watch your pretty cunt cum. “then help me forget how mean she was to me, kay?” you use a faux timid tone, grinding down in your friends lap with a front row seat to the blonde losing his sanity over how shiny your sweet slit has become just from humping him.

“f-fuck, okay angel, okay...” he rasps nervously, hands finding your hips again to grind you along. “whaddya need?” bakugou’s eyes don’t dare to tear away from your mound, watching it wetly glide across his leg and you swear you see his eyes, vermillion in colour, roll back as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “jesus…” he adds, flexing his leg again and only looking up when you simper his name and your slit drools just that little bit more.

your body is wracked with a set of trembles as heat starts to boil between your thighs, adding to the strings of slick that tie you down to katsuki’s. “need you to touch me,” you speak, your voice just as shaky as the rest of you while you rut against bakugou to your heart’s content. “gonna take off my shirt, okay? t-then my skirt. want you to see how good you make me feel, suki.”

dangerous blood red eyes shimmer with something you’ve never seen in them before— you can tell just by looking into them that katsuki wants you in so many ways, more than just you being his best friend and his sudden desire for you makes the fire in your lower belly burn brighter. the sight of him like this, eye-level with you, you in his lap while his cheeks grow tinted with berry red and flush under the neon simmering of LED lights only serves to make slick pool beneath you— destroying his pants with your arousal, katsuki looks desperate for a taste of you, adam’s apple bobbing as his dazed gaze flicking from your face to your puffy folds, exposed to the room’s chilly air.

he’s pussy whipped already and hasn’t even had the best of you yet.

the blonde practically whimpers as you pull away from him to take of your shirt, a soft curse falling from between his chapped lips as you throw it into the abyss of the room— the fabric seemingly taking his feelings of guilt towards ochako with him, for his hands scarred and calloused settle on the bare fat of your waist to help pull you along, dragging you by your ankle tot the high heavens of pleasure, burning pads of his fingers sinking into your supple flesh. “fuck, have y’always been this fuckin’ soft?” your best friend muses, brows creased and cock swelling beneath his jeans.

you’re sly, like a vixen prowling through the forest and katsuki is the prey that can’t escape the grip your sharp teeth and claws have on him. “yeah suki,” comes your sweet sigh, leaning forward in his grip until your nose bumps his chin, until your lips are a breath’s width apart. “you like touching me, right? i’ve always wanted you to touch me like this,”

“jesus fuck, baby,” katsuki bleats weakly, swallowing thick and you feel his chest vibrate with a shaky breath from your proximity to him. for a moment, he hesitates, the thoughts in his brain trying to decide between right and wrong, between his girlfriend and his best friend before he takes the plunge and slides a hand beneath your skirt to pull at your peachy ass— the other wrestling with the clasp of your bra, making you grin in victory. “yeah...fuck yeah, love touchin’ you like this...f-fuck, i can’t believe ‘m doin this,” he slurs but mirrors your smile as he pulls your bra away and tosses it away to join your lost shirt. “y’fuckin’ pretty baby, you...you know that right?”

of course you, you know that you— you’ve always been his type, why couldn’t he see that?

your nipples pebble once they hit the cold air and instead of giving him a response, you let your fingers tangle in the softness of his blonde hair and pull bakugou down to your chest. “show me, tell me how pretty you think i am,” your voice is soft, breathless as you glide across his thigh, despite the edgy command you give him and bakugou listens like the little pervert he’s become— before you know it, the heat of his sweltering mouth encapsulates your nipple and his pink tongue runs circles over your areola, tasting the light perspiration on your skin as he grunts softly against it. “o-oh! ka’suki!” you cry, fingers tightening their hold on his hair.

slurping noises shoot through the air, forming their tune in harmony with your entticng moans, airy light and ringing through bakugou’s ears. he can’t help but fall for the way you sound— delirious with arousal as he guides you back and forth over his leg, growing so rough that your clit occasionally bumps the curve of his knee, growing bold enough to grind it against you and make you squeal, force you to gush, anything. he just needs a reaction from you to soothe the aching throb to his fat cock. “god, yer tits are just as pretty as the rest of ya, so fucking pretty, so fucking—” the boy’s voice is muffled as you force his mouth onto your unattended breast, breath hitching as his teetth sink into the supple mound from shock or maybe even from revenge as you practically manhandle him and manipulate him to pleasure you at your will.

“shut up, katsuki,” you grunt impatiently but keep your voice innocent, face contorting with bliss as he follows your lead, sucking and biting at your breast while his calloused hand squeezes at the other. “o-oh! just like that— like that! y’gonna make me cum like that ‘suki!” bakugou looks up at you wide-eyed and hungry, seeming perfectly content with his mouth full of your tits and his thigh coated in the essence that bleeds from your pretty pussy as you circle your hips over him needily. he can’t help but wonder what you look like when you’re close to tipping off of the edge, can't help but wonder whether your cherry bitten lips will push into a pout or if they’ll fall open as you moan from deep within your chest— if your nose will scrunch and your eyelids will flutter just as much as your creamy cunt.

bakugou doesn’t have to wait much longer for his lack of patience and brash approach to everything has him swiping his thumb eagerly across your clit— stringing you along the path to your orgasm as a tight knot builds within your lower tummy. your body reacts to his touch, making him hum against your salvia stained breasts while you start to shake, struggling to even make one stroke of your hips over his thighs and fisting more and more locks of his sun-kissed hair between your trembling fingers.

“you like that?” bakugou hums observantly, his mouth letting go of your breast with a pop, tracks of his own drool running down his chin— you nod your head, picking up the pace of your hips just to make yourself cum to the point where you’re practically bouncing on katsuki’s thigh, pretty tits swaying in his face and activating a predatory look in the flecks of his red rouge eyes. “yeah y’fuckin do baby, holy shit...everythin’ ‘bout you is s’fuckin’ perfect, could watch you all day, let you use me all day. jus’ wanna see you cum, angel…” he drawls on and on, drawing roughly cut shapes into your puffy clit, groaning at the sight of your pillowy folds and the strings of slick leaking from between them as they connect you to his thigh messily. “wanna watch y’come apart just like this, c’mon you can do it, fuck angel, fuck…”

and if it weren’t for that bitch, ochako uraraka...maybe his words could come true.

“katsuki! ‘m gonna...gonna— !” but it’s hard to focus on hating her for stealing away your katsuki when he’s making you cum like a bitch in heat all over his thigh. the neon lights reflect in your teary eyes as your best friend pushes you head first into an orgasm, the pressure building up in the pits of your stomach unwinding faster than you can register as a stream of clear liquid gushes from your heated mound. “‘hmygod, ‘suki...don’t stop, please don’t stop!” your eyes cross and thighs lock around bakugou’s hand but he can’t bring himself to pull it away from your cute little cunt as the circles on your swollen nub grow tighter and tighter, pulling more yet tinier spirts of your release out of you until you can barely breathe. he watches you eagerly, taking in the sight of your skin shining with sweat under the gentle hum of the LED lighting in the room along with your soft lip caught between your teeth and the tiny, shaky whimpers you let out.

bakugou could just cum from the sight of you alone, the view of you swaying and dizzy from cumming for him, making his cock stir in his pants. you collapse against your best friend’s chest until the world stops spinning, letting the scent of him bring you back down to earth and put the objects in the room back in their place. “holy shit, angel. did y’just fuckin’ squirt f’me?” he asks tenderly, pulling his fingers from between your messy thighs and cursing under his breath when he spreads them apart and watches the slick separate with them.

“mhm, was all for you katsuki,” lazily, you smile and attempt to shimmy off your now ruined skirt— making a b-line for the hem of katsuki’s shirt next, pushing it up to reveal his golden skin and perfectly carved abs. “you can taste me if you like,” your voice acts like silk running through his ears as you let go of his shirt, giggling at the crease of curiosity between bakugou’s brows as you push his fingers towards his mouth and force them inside. he makes a muffled noise of surprise but a fire lights up amongst the almost brown flecks in his ruby gem eyes at the taste of your sweet nectar against his tongue. “am i sweet, suki?” you add huskily.

he nods slowly, looking at you like a child who’s been given candy while cleaning off his fingers quickly, hungrily as if your cum is laced with some kind of additive— he can feel himself growing addicted. “so sweet baby, s’good,” he mumbles, letting you tear through his shirt.

“i want you to have more of me, katsuki, don’t you want more of me?” you coo innocently, hands that could only be dwarfed by bakugou, dancing down his frame on the path towards his zipper before he stops you. wide eyed, you look at him and cock your head in mock confusion, bottom lip jutting out as you prepare for a fake display of tears. “w-what’s wrong?”

“ochako, i—” katsuki tells you as if he’s had a sudden epiphany, realising where he is and what he’s doing and trying to push you off. he’s never been a cheater, he’d always thought he could be loyal but all it took was one bat of your eyelids up at him and he was feasting on the sight of your rosy, saccharine pussy as if it were his last meal... what the fuck was katsuki bakugou doing? he didn’t need to fuck you to make you feel better, he didn’t need to fuck you at all— not with his girlfriend waiting for him outside. his face is stricken with guilt when he looks at you, but not for cheating on ochako, not for hurting her...but for you and your pouty lips and your bambi eyes that reel him back in and remind him that you could never be second place. not to ochako, not to anyone. “should be gettin’ back to her, think we’ve gone too far here.”

hearing her name fall from his lips after the little show you’d put on for katsuki fills you with rage, tingling from the top of your head right down to your toes and you huff like a petulant child, smaller-than-his hand shooting out to grab him by his growing erection before he can leave. “but you should be with me!” you whinge, squeezing katsuki’s bulge from over his pants, fighting the genuine tears in your eyes, unable to believe that his stupid girlfriend has the one up on you. “she’s been so mean to me and you let her, katsuki! you should be here, making it up to me,”

“but angel—”

you shake your head, furiously working your way through bakugou’s jeans and boxers as you sniff away saltine tears. “but no!” a small smirk crossing your lips at the hiss your best friend lets out when your soft palm comes into contact with his half-hard erection. “you’re mine, you’re my best friend and i’m supposed to be your favourite! ‘m not letting her take you away from me.”

a response lays meekly on bakugou’s lips as he spreads his tongue across them, he should try harder to fight you off and snap you out of your senses, tell you that you can’t do this—that he can’t do this but he’s already revelling in the way you start to palm him as you tug him free from his clothes. your hand is cushioned as it runs from the base of his dick to his achy tip, milky white cascading down katsuki’s length and catching on his throbbing veins that stand at attention— and fuck you’re so good at this, using your fingers to swipe at the precum beading from your best friend’s slit, pushing your thumb into it just to see his body come alive with shivers. your eyes stay trained on his face, memorising every twitch and parting of his lips from how good you make him feel whenever you squeeze him or speed up the pace of your hand.

you’re so fucking good, so good that he starts to forget all about her.

soon enough, katsuki’s body melts into yours and he’s tugging you further into his lap by the ass as if it’s second nature— it feels right to have you straddling his thick thighs as he man-spreads them wide , even better to pull you close by the back of your neck and let his strawberry tongue roll over the seams of your cherry lips to taste the gloss there and he grows eager to taste more of you, have all of you— hungrier for your touch more than he ever was for ochako’s. you can feel your sense of desire growing too—the speed of your hand that pumps katsuki getting faster and faster until lewd and wet noises twist within the heavy, lustful air between you both, his cock dribbling endless amounts of his essence and painting your knuckles with shades of his incoming release.

bakugou’s world becomes centred around you, your name heavy on his tongue—viscous and filling his mouth like honey until he’s drowning in a pool of ecstasy and dragging you down with him. “the way ya touch my cock, fuck angel. just like fuckin’ that, you’re doin’ so good you might just make me cum…you want that? want my fuckin’ cum?” the words slip out before his brain can register what he’s saying or who he’s saying it to, letting you take control of his pleasure as your tiny hands squeeze at his heavy balls— the pair of them working his angry shaft, bright red and fiery at the tip. in fact, bakugou doesn’t care that he’s dirty talking you instead of his girlfriend, at least not in the moment— thrusting himself into the slick warmth of your hands and pathetically using them as his own personal fleshlight, leaking onto the couch beneath your clammy bodies he doesn’t fucking care.

because ochako has never been as bold in the bedroom as you have on this very night, ochako has never made him feel this good.

“i want you to cum for me so badly, suki! i’ve always dreamed of what it was like,” you coo sweetly against his lips, pressing your body flush against bakugou’s so he can feel every bounce of your tits against his naked chest from where his erratic thrusts into your gentle grip make you jolt up and down— your nipples brushing against his to make him hiss. “always wondered about how you might taste,” your voice is breathy while you slot your mouth against his, humming as they fit together perfectly, swapping spit messily while katsuki tugs on your waist and your hair to manhandle you into the perfect position, just the way he wants. “how it might feel to be covered in all your cum,”

“shit, yer fuckin’ filthy, ‘chako would never say nasty shit like that,” bakugou let’s out a colourful stream of curses when you pull away, connected by strings of your exchanged spit— cupids’ bows wet from your searing kisses. “makes me wanna ruin ya, makes me wanna fuck you s’bad,” your heart flutters with pride at how willing your best friend is to give into the sin and adultery you’ve offered up for him despite the fact that the handjob you’re giving him is a one way ticket to the gates of heaven— that’s just how good you feel. you relish the yelp of surprise katsuki let’s out when you dribble your shared saliva down into his painfully hard shaft, letting it mix with his constant flow of thick precum. he groans from deep within the pits of his chest, the seed of arousal sprouting and wrapping its vines around his rib cage until filthy praises blossom in your best friend’s mouth, whispers of ‘just like that,’ and ‘fuck angel, so fuckin’ good to me,’ and ‘ain’t never had it like this,’ laid out across your skin from where he’s buried his face into your neck.

if it weren’t for your bodies being so close, you might not have heard his praise over the raunchy, damp sounds of his balls hitting your closed fist— katsuki fucking your hand as if it were your pretty cunt, languidly thrusting into your grip and chasing his own release. his world his hazy, blurry, with you as his only grounding focus, with you being the only thing on his fucking mind. he whimpers needily into your skin and only pulls back for air, the need written across his face in pink ink that’s flushed against his cheeks— the shade almost rivalling his blissful ruby orbs that flutter every time you fondle his balls.

you can’t help but grin, tilting katsuki’s chin up to kiss him again before you circle his blazing, sticky cockhead with your thumb. “i’m so much better than ochako, suki, i’m everythin’ you’ll ever need,” you say cutely and airily, grinning wider especially when katsuki nods his head eagerly, letting you guide him to his high. “isn’t that right, suki?”

his adam’s apple bobs, vermillion eyes watering and fuck he looks even prettier than you imagined— the sight of katsuki with his head thrown back against the couch and his mouth hanging open, saliva weighty on his tongue while sweat beads at his hairline and his hips jump up and up into your heavenly hand. “y’gonna make me cum angel, fuckin’ make me cum, make me cum,” he growls roughly into the hot air, the sweat running down his neck illuminated by the buzz of the LED lights. the sight creates a pleasant fizz in your brain, committed to memory as you tug on his fat cock harder, faster. “please, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum so hard baby, don’cha want it?”

bakugou barely feels shameless for begging his best friend to cum, dopamine rattling around in his brain, heart thumping against his rib cage as you rub him off, spitting on his cock again and making every so much wetter, making it so much harder for him to hold off his orgasm.

“say it.” you seethe in his direction, never slowing down the speed of your hand. “tell me that i’m better than her and i’ll let you cum, kay?” you’re bold enough to reach down and slap his balls, coaxing your best friend towards his high, while his alluring and dangerously addictive moans shoot out into the air. bakugou’s head shakes along with the rest of his body, eyes screwing shut while his hips chase your teasing fingers that press down on the forked blue vein wrapped around his cock every time his hips pull back and out of the warmth of your hand. you can’t decide if his telling you no, or if he’s trying to fight his body’s instincts to chase it’s high, but you repeat the action, slapping down on his heavy balls again to make his entire frame jolt. “say it.”

katsuki pants, letting go of your hips to run a hand through his sex mussed locks as his eyes snap open to lock into yours. “you’re so much fuckin’ better than her, could never make me cum like this, only you angel, only fucking you. god, fuck—!” he babbles brainlessly, barely holding onto his last threads of sanity.

“cum f’me, katsuki,” you command the blonde gently, with one last squeeze of your messy hand to his pulsating dick as it pistons through your closed fist.

your whispered words are all bakugou needs before his entire body is overcome with a set of trembles and you don’t dare to stop the flick of your wrist around his cock as he tumbles through the rush of his high, struggling to keep up with you as colours run wild behind his crystallised red eyes. curse words and praises alike line his lips, katsuki moaning your name haughty and loud enough that you almost fear that people will hear you both from outside— his head drops to the back of the couch, chest heaving as his hips stumble and give out, releasing thick ropes of white hot cum onto your sex tainted knuckles and hand, only adding further to the sweaty glaze coating both of your bodies. the soft, incomplete whimpers that leave your best friend make you smile wickedly, evilly as he comes down from his mind-blowing high.

oh ochako ururaka, if only you could see your boyfriend now.

if only you could see what a real woman does to him.

“fuck baby, that was…” bakugou lifts his head, golden and scarred skin shining with sweat as he looks to you, only cutting himself off with a low groan to watch you suck the cum from your fingers before you lean over his twitching frame to spit his own release back into his mouth. the blonde swallows diligently, cupping the back of your head with a large hand before you can pull away and kissing you sloppily, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth so the both of you can share his taste, moaning at it in unison. “that was fuckin amazin’, you really are a filthy little minx aren’cha, angel?”

you nod bashfully, sidling further up katsuki’s lap until you’re positioned just over his sensitive cock— feeling the remains of his orgasm against your needy cunt that’s already dripping wet from pleasuring him. “s’all for you katsuki, s’always been for you,” you tell him, looking down at the blonde with hooded eyes while experimentally grinding your soft mound over his softening dick, waiting for a reaction or for him to push you off. “been saving myself for you, for years, wanted you to have all of me my first time, suki.” you add earnestly while his rough fingers draw contrastingly soft shapes into the soft swell of your doughy thigh.

you’re met with the complete opposite of what you expected, instead of shoving you away and telling you ‘enough was enough,’ bakugou suddenly grips the meat of your thighs to keep you hooked over his lap— looking at you with a new and lustful fire burning between the flecks of his eyes. “yer…yer a virgin?” he asks quietly, the both of you sucking in a breath as his sticky, cum-stained length twitches to life beneath your awaiting pussy.

you nod again, head tilting back when katsuki begins to grind up into you slowly. “o-ochako said i wasn’t…w-wasn’t woman enough for…for you,” you swallow thickly, the blonde’s tip bumping your clit as blood starts to rush to it and your pussy blossoms for him like a flower. “wanted you to make me one…”

“fuck,” he rasps, gaze dropping to watch the show beneath your shaking bodies, hardening cock pushing through your puffy folds and milky cockhead rutting against your fluttering hole. katsuki’s finger’s reach between the sweltering heat between you both, using two of his digits to keep his dick in line with honey glazed folds, shining with the reminisce of your last orgasm. using your wetness, bakugou is able to slide through your sex easily, shaking moans tumbling from between his bitten lips every time he hits your clit, desperately gripping his cock every time he shoots up too far and his tip nudges your soft tummy, smearing it with opaque white. “we should wait...we... we should talk ‘bout this,”

you grind back down on him, keeping the blonde nestled between swollen and pink folds, a pout forming on your lips. “don’t wanna,”

“neither do fuckin’ i,” comes bakugou’s gruff response, it’s whispered against your blemished shoulder, tainted with light scars from your childhood days and beauty marks alike as his buff arms wrap around your middle to keep you pinned down to him. both of you are seconds away from the tipping point, well past the boundary of what separates best friends from lovers— either of your minds growing murky and foggy, while your breathing tingles at each other’s lips while you sloppily grind against each other. you can feel his hips jumping beneath yours, dying to push his cock past your soaking entrance in one swift movement, but katsuki attempts to slow his roll, wanting your first time to be special. ochako is no longer a thought in his mind, replacing all visions of her with thoughts of you— wanting to fuck you, to be tucked away into your tight heat. “god, angel, wanna fuck you so bad,”

your eyes sparkle with a certain sense of triumph at bakugou’s words…you’ve won him over, got him bending over backwards from the slightest bump of his tip against your resisting entrance— barely prepared to take him and the thickness of his shaft. “please ‘suki, need you...want you,” you murmur against the blonde’s hairline, relishing in the way he pulls back ever so slightly to tap his weighty girth against your awaiting and fluttering slit.

slowly but surely, bakugou starts to push his cock into you, gritting his teeth as he huffs into the junction between your shoulder and neck— holding back his whimpers and urge to thrust as he slides into your warmth, not wanting to cause you anymore pain. “‘m sorry baby, ‘m sorry, you know don’t like hurtin’ya,” he mumbles apologies into your skin, hating the way you his at his intrusion, quickly filling you up like you’ve never been before. it’s like his own personal hell, being stuffed inside your cute virgin cunt, walls pulsing around him rhythmically and slowly sucking down every inch of katsuki’s swollen and aching cock— you take him so well despite the pain, making it harder to resist the urge to pound into you.

you’re so pretty on top of him, so cute with your pouty lips and teary eyes and bakugou suddenly finds himself wondering why he didn’t do this sooner, why he settled for anything less than you.

“move, please move,” you pull katsuki back by the air, cupping his face soon after to pull his bottom lip down with your thumb— the hot air between your bodies is teaming with lust and years worth of desire finally being unleashed, your cunt readily accepting your best friend’s dick as it oozes against your insides and spreads the flame of desire through your sweet cunt. “you feel so much better t-than all my toys ka’suki, always thought of you when i used them on myself,” you confess dreamily, tight hole growing slippery with your heightening arousal, letting bakugou press on until he’s reached the hilt inside of you. “you can fuck me, i want you.. l-love you—!”

the tail end of your words because hushed and breathless when katsuki jolts up and deeper into your cunt at your words— scratching the itch in your gummy walls that only he can reach. you love him and he loves the way your squishy, precious pussy wraps around him so perfectly, barely letting bakugou pull out enough to start a proper pacing to his hips. “love you baby, y’my best friend...fuckin’ love you angel,” he babbles to you, looking up at you with hormone raging red eyes as you toy with his lips, pulling it back again as you lean close making you chest to chest. “fuck, y’so fuckin’ tight, so fuckin tight…” forehead’s pressed, bakugou’s eyes flutter shut expecting you to kiss him but instead is met with the gift of saliva to let drip onto his tongue from your own mouth. his entire body shudders violently, swallowing your glob of spit quickly before he leans up to slot your lips together— using this moment of distraction to pull back his hips and sharply thrust into you. “‘m gonna fuck you baby, make this pussy my own. carve my name into it, gonna fuckin’ claim you,”

your best friend barely knows what he’s saying, barely knows the person your pussy’s turned him into— any traces of his girlfriend ochako flushed out of his system by hormones like dopamine as his large hands roam your skin and map out your stretch marks and dips and scars, committing them to memory before sinking into the fat of your hips to keep you steady in his lap. “i-i’m yours, you have me just— move!” if only he knew how much ownership he had of your mind and body already, how much he’d staked his claim over you throughout the years— tonight he would see that, and hopefully realise how much of him you owned as well.

tongues twirling against one another, bakugou pulls away, licking up the string of drool that connected you. he grips your ass next, smacking a rough palm over the peachy flesh to make you squeal and take away some of the pain as he sets a tune to his hips while they begin to plough into you. “‘m gonna make you feel so good, make a woman outta you just like you and this sweet lil virgin thing wanted, yeah?” katsuki’s gaze drops to the mess between your thighs as if he’s gesturing to your cunt, pumping his cock into your creamy, puffy mound nice and deep— making you cry out for him and clamp down hard. “promised to wreck this sweet hole, make my angel forget all the mean things ‘chako said about you… have i ever— fuck, have ii ever broken a promise?”

bakugou struggles to leave the warmth of your pussy, not caring whether that's down to how addicting your tightness is or you keeping him selfishly locked against your soaked and ribbed walls. however, you manage to shake your head no, despite the way you writhe in his lap as he rocks his hips into yours, bulbous cock head battering up your squishy insides. “n-never, my ka’suki’s so good t’me!” you moan possessively, selfishly but it sounds like nothing but angel’s calls to your best friend, only driving him to rut into you harder, deeper.

“that’s fuckin’ right angel, never gonna let’cha down,” he growls, shoving his face into your neck yet again as if he doesn’t trust himself not to cum if he looks at your awe striken face any longer— large and gritty palms pulling you by your ass back and forth on his throbbing, leaky and fat dick to match the pace of him pounding your pathetically juicy slit, writing his name in milky white precum against every ridge inside of you. no matter how far katsuki’s cock pulls out of you, your hips always chase him, forcing them down with your body weight to keep him tucked inside of you— following your pleasure until your cunt is pushing against him, dripping down his balls that spurt equally as much precum inside of you. “don’cha cry angel, thought this was what’cha wanted, what was gonna make you feel better?” he coos, licking a stripe along your collarbones to taste you and to keep himself grounded.

you wrap your arms around bakugou’s neck, hugging him to your chest while he grunts against it needily and it’s not long before your bodies are bodies become coated coated in a sheen of sweat, drops of it pearling against his hairline and extenuating the sticky clap of you skin against each other— creating a harmonious tone that lingers in the air along with your moans and the scent of sex. “it is what i want, you’re what i want!” you squeal as your best friend bares down on pleasure spots your toys could only dream of reaching, only serving to add squelching sounds to the lewd soundtrack you both have going. “but i wanna be your favourite, wanna be yours,” you beg him wetly, delirious and dumb on his cock, filled with devoir and a sense of need for him and only him.

“‘course yer my fuckin’ favourite, look at how much y’love me, how much this pussy loves me— shit angel,” bakugou curses, his tone deep and rumbling throughout his chest. his words make you dizzy, the sight of him makes you dizzy. as he looks up at you, dazed and with rose tinted cheeks you take your view of him— the shine sweat adds to him, highlighting the sharpness to bakugpu’s jaw and the new maturity of his face, the flex of his arms as he lifts you up and down in his lap along with the way his washboard and honey glazed abs contract with exertion every time he thrusts into you. katsuki is like a taste of heaven and it almost makes you mad to know that before you, ochako was the only person who got to see him like this— but your burning rage and murderous impulse is quickly replaced by the ecstasy bakugou makes you feel by bruising up your insides, balls heavily slapping against your ass.

you grin to yourself inwardly, knowing that after tonight ochako will never get to see the beauty of katsuki bakugou like this, ever again.

bakugou may be the one fucking you, but you’re the one who’s in control of his heart tonight— you’ve sunk your claws into him, captured him as your prey and held him hostage. not that he minds, not that he cares, his only wish being that you’d done it sooner...fucking you like this, balls deep in your virgin pussy withh you tight and snug around him drives bakugou insane and makes him realise that you’re the only one he wants. not her, not his own fucking girlfriend.

no.

it’s always been you.

no other girl could get him drunk on cunt like this, vermillion eyes honing in on the way you gently start to lift your hips up and down, following the current of his thrusts as he pounds away at that tight little hole you’ve saved all for fucking him. no other girl could get katsuki to whimper and whine so loud before, you’re special, you’re something else. you’re his best friend. “god, this is the kinda pussy you only get to fuck in dreams, baby,” bakugou slurs with a perverted grin, changing the stroke of his hips to follow the pattern of circles instead of just driving his hips upward. “you my dream girl, angel? y’got the cute lil pussy i’ve only ever dreamed of pourin’ my cum into, yeah? always wanted t’fuck you, thought about it forever, now here i fuckin’ am…”

“did you think of me more than her?”

yes. katsuki would have been a fool not to notice the way you’d grown up s prettily over the years, body filling out into beautiful curves carved with dips and moles and freckles and scars all created by athena herself, the swell of your chest, fruit stained shade of your lips were things that didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend either. so yes, of course he’d thought about you in the depths of the night—his dirty hollywood dreams starring only the girl of his dreams, only its you instead of his girlfriend ochako, you and your name that tumbles from his lips only to be swallowed by the fabric of his sheets. its you who bakugou pictures beneath him when he folds his pillow into the shape of pussy, fucking it like he means it...like his life depends on it.

really, it’s always been you.

the blonde nuzzles at your shoulder with his sweaty forehead, shaking it against your equally sweaty skin. “mnhh, baby...yn,”

“answer me katsuki...a-answer me, please…” lazily, you run a hand through his mussed locks, making it worse

katsuki gasps softly, binding his lowly lip and screwing his eyes shut as he immerses himself in the passionate dance of your bodies; the slow and alluring bump and grind of his dick and your sweet pussy, tip jamming repeatedly and atrociously into your cervix— bullying your insides until you animalistically howl his name like a wolf calling to the moon. “more than her,” bakugou keens into your hands that claw down his bare back, scratching red tracks in the shape of your nails against his scarred skin and he lets his head drop to your neck, sinking the sharp edge of his canine teeth into your flesh and rolling his saliva soaked strawberry tongue over the assaulted area. “fuck— you feel like heaven, angel, c’mon, ride me...just like that, just like that…”

one hand braced on his shoulder, the other pats along the cushioned couch in search of katsuki’s phone. your birthday is his password—skillfully unlocked by you even while you clench down on the man in reward and he doesn’t hesitate to buck his hips back into you with the same level of feverishness, sloppily sliding your bodies against one another as you breathe, temperate and heavy and shakily into one another’s bruised lips. you tingle with joy, knowing yet another thing as simple as unlocking his phone boils down to just you—he’s obsessed with you, he loves you just as much as you love him. fumbling with katsuki’s phone and aim for the camera, a fresh wave of tears brew in your eyes and tangle with your lower lash line because he makes you see stars, gives you what you’ve been chasing after blindly for your whole life—the thickness of his shaft inside you as it stretches your virgin hole, the wet and impassioned snap of his hips into you, the sticky slap of his balls against your bare ass.

you’ve been dreaming of this for years and now you finally have him, all of katsuki bakugou to yourself. a selfish feeling wraps around your heart as you ride him, slow rolls of your hips taking is cock deeper into your squishy cunt, prrecum bleeding along your sensitive walls, and suddenly you feel the impulse to hit record— needing evidence of your night, something to show ochako that you’ve finally won.

the footage is blurry, the flash almost blinding you both as you turn on the camera and flip it to katsuki’s face, capturing every detail of his open mouth, tongue connected to the roof of his mouth by thick strings of spit—best visible when his head is thrown back in pure ecstasy. “the fuck are ya’doin’?” bakugou slurs, struggling to manage his words with the amount of saliva in his mouth. “you recordin’ me dirty girl? fuck, you wanna show the camera what a mess y’are f’me?” your tummy twists in delightful knots as katsuki plays himself up for the camera as soon as it turns on, giving it a toothy grin. essence pools between your raw folds, slicking up his cock as it dives into your plush folds, sliding perfectly against the soft velvet and you find yourself growing hornier from bakugou’s waves of intensity as they crash over you.

“uhuh, wan’...want keep a memo of how good you make me feel,” you tell him earnestly, almost losing your grip on the silver device you hold between your fingers— practically losing your mind when your best friend leans forward, letting all his excess spit drip down onto your joined sexes, lubing you up and making everything even more dissolute, nastier and creamier. it’s so obscene, the way his bubbles of white spit add a soft gleam to your tummy and pelvis as you both smash your sexes together—peeling back your hips from one anothers, the action only accompanied by a sticky sound. “‘hmygod, ka’suki!” the video picks up everything, especially the lewd and covetous cry you let out when bakugou grips your hips to grind you down against the wet mix he’s created, spit, his cum, your cum all coming together against your pussy.

the clip ends there and somehow you manage to spitefully forward it onto your best friend’s girlfriend. you can’t help the greedy clench of your cunt around katsuki’s pretty dick, feeling his veins sear their marks into your walls— the blonde doesn’t miss it either. it drives you wild, a frenzied blur of sex and hormones as you think of poor innocent ochako out at the party having the time of her life—it makes fat drops of your saccharine nectar to ooze from your ravaged hole just to imagine her face as the video of you fucking her boyfriend finally lights up her phone.

oh how turned on her ruined night makes you.

“you liked that, huh?” bakugou coos to you, capturing your raptured woozy stare with his ruby framed eyes that dance with lust as he pierces you on his cock over and over again. “‘course y’fuckin did, can feel it with how hard yer clampin’ dwon on me, angel,” he’s getting cocky— doped up on the way you suck him in and bounce away on him as if you’d done this before, his sweet virgin girl claiming what's rightfully hers. you need to put him back in his place, fuck your best friend hard enough to remind him who’s the rightful owner of the dick thats making you feel good for the very first time, you do everything your power to make the night last longer so you can torture the brunette bitch he’s dating even more—pushing back down on katsuki every time he thrusts up so that he can never leave the warmth of your soaked mound. the blonde leans back, watching you work yourself above him, dangerous and fiery eyes taking in the view, “so fuckin’ beauttiful when yer on’toppa me, takin’ this cock so good on your firsty try. s-shit, why didn’t i fuck you sooner, hah? got this perfect little pussy ‘n everythin’, the best i’ve ever had,”

katsuki’s praise shoots straight to your throbbing mound and has you jumping even as he slaps a rough palm over your puffy clit. “didn’t fuck me sooner , ‘cause you were to busy with her,” you snarl hotly, circling your hips over the blondes, driving his bright red tip into your g-spot, chasing your own pleasure as it bubbles in your lower tummy. “balls deep in her instead of me. shoulda been fuckin’ your favourite girl but instead...you were with ochako. why not me, suki? ‘m i not your favourite anymore?”

you reach for the phone again, pulling up the camera ready to record bakugou’s hazy response as you move to grip him by the roots of his hair, forcing him back against the couch while you bounce away in a frenzy on top of him— your unified groans slipping through the night air. “you’ve always been my favourite, she couldn’t even fuckin’ compare,” he mumbles to you, eyes glinting with mischief as you hit the record button once again. taking control, you lean forward again, spitting onto katsuki’s chest, pinching and teasing his nipples until they’re sore and he’s practically screaming your name, watching as the viscous glob rolls down between his fat pecs, “you sendin’ that shit to her, yeah? what a naughty fuckin’ girl, angel. tell ‘er whatcha gonna do to this cock, tell her whatcha gonna fuckin’ do to this cock. show her,” he sneers into the camera, dragging it down to show where your bodies join and cream froths at his base, dripping in white down his balls. “claim me for the fuckin’ camera, yeah, that’s right. fuckin’ claim me.”

hearing him breaking beneath you, desperate to keep your pussy locked onto his cock and you think; she must not be fucking him enough, not giving him enough juicy cunt to keep poor katsuki satisfied. she deserves to see what a mess your body’s made him, deserves to have her night destroyed and shattered to a million pieces by the sight of your swollen, tight, perfect pussy taking him in so nicely, and so you send off a second video to her, “you’re mine katsuki, mine forever. never hers, k-kay?” your voice is hushed as you take his lower lip between your teeth, making the pair of you an even greater mess while you guide bakugou into yet another raunchy kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth before twirling the two pink muscles together. you claim every inch of him, with hands and tongue and your puckered hole alike—writing your name sinfully across his body so that katsuki really knows that he’s yours.

“‘m fuckin yours baby, belong to you,” the blonde says to you, his words woven with the sweetness of candy, shaky from feeling you pulse around him—heartbeat in your pussy. “don’ want anyone else to have me, show that camera how good you take me...how you make me yours,” hot on his tongue, katsuki speaks in heated phrases before he spits onto his fingers, shoving the soiled digits against your swollen clit, blooming from the blood rush as he rubs it in tight circles, coating your sex in a crude mix of your juices and saliva—pushing it into you. the camera on the back of his phone catches it all, feeding it straight into ochako’s phone.

you pull your hips up, caught mid thrust by one of katsuki’s large hands holding your waist. you whimper at the feeling of being empty, no longer having the pressure of your best friend’s dick deep in your tummy, constantly bearing down on your g-spot hard. his cock is all the way out of you and only his tip is brushing against your clit, sticky and smeared with opaque white when bakugou makes you rut against it, stimulating yourself to your heart’s content—his bright red cockhead gliding easily between your creamy folds. he feels so good against you that you drop your grip on the phone that you miss the banging on the door outside, ignoring the sound and choosing instead to wrap your arms around bakugou’s muscled neck...stabilizing yourself while he takes ahold of the fleshy ass, kneading the flesh between calloused fingers and watching you get yourself off on him. “mmgod, fuck katsuki! lemme back on your cock, please...give it t’me, give it. please.” you squeal breathlessly, tongue rolling out of your mouth while you impatiently thrust your hips down, trying to coax the blonde back into your cute little cunt. you spit into your own hand, lubing it up before you grip his throbbing and achy shaft, jerking bakugou off until streams of foul language coat his lips and tattoo themselves against your skin. you even thumb the rim of his tip a little, knowing that he likes that.

“fuck! bakugou, i know you’re in there with that whore!” the banging on the door resumes, and you moan bakugou’s name louder, just to spitethe bitch who you know is just outside.

“angel, fuck...love you, love you like this, love you on top of me, takin’ this cock as your own,” bakugou curses, flopping back against he couch and smoothing his rough hands over your body. he eventually settles them where your breasts ( as they bounce ) meet your ribcage, rubbing the area and sending goosebumps rising across your sweaty, honeyed skin. “this dick is yours, this dick s’the only one that can fuck you, this dick only goes inside this fuckin’ pussy.”

‘katsuki! open up! katsuki!’

the words are muffled by the wooden door between the outside world and the bubble you’ve made with bakugou—blood rushing through your ears, carrying lust amongst many other things. “k-katsuki, please...feels so fuckin’ good, d-don’t stop, don’t stop! you’re so good, s-so good!” you babble, losing your mind and your focus, letting everything that is katsuki bakugou overwhelm you. “i-i’m your girl, your favourite, no one else c-can have you!”

ochako’s piercing voice yells again from outside, fighting the locked door while bakugou manhandles you into a position he likes to chase the ebb of your highs as they begin to set fire to your insides. with every sharp pounding of his cock into your cunt, you both take feverish steps towards your orgasms, the blistering heat of them sneaking up on you. “‘m never gonna stop baby, not for anyone...gonna fuck you as long as you want me to, yeah? promise you. ‘m yours,” your best friend whispers, turning you around in his lap until your back is to his sticky chest. he pushes you forward by the curve of your spine, almost bending you in half as your face reaches the floor. “t-thats fuckin’ it angel, turn around around ‘n lemme see your ass bounce on me, just like that,”

“keep fuckin’ me just like that, fuckin’ ochako wishes she could be you, my favourite fuckin’ girl—ah shit!” he adds, sending a tremor of pleasure down your spine as dopamine sizzles at your nerve endings.

so you do as bakugou says, even though your thighs burn with how much you bounce up and down on him, throwing your ass back onto him to pull more of his dirty moans from his filthy mouth. your name is the only thing bakugou can say— chanting it like a prayer, as if his brain has been wiped of all other thoughts accept for you and the way you sink down on him, right to the creamy base of his dick as if it wasn’t even a problem eyes rolling, your toes curl, clamping down greedily on bakugou until his breath stutters and his dick, swollen with the load he’s holding back, has no room to breathe.

you don’t even stop fucking like animals when the door bursts open, a teary eyed ochako throwing herself into the room to the sight of her boyfriend fucking the girl she’d always been so worried about. to see him fucking you. “o-oh my god! katsuki bakugou wh-what the fuck are you doing? with her?” his girlfriend screams, but he can’t even look at her, obsessed with the way your body feels moving along with his. “you’re both fucking sick!”

“‘m gonna cum, katsuki,” you say airly, a smirk tugging at your lips as your eyes lock with shaky brown orbs—you can’t hold back at this point, your body craving to touch the white light of your release, the knots twisted in your stomach beginning to come undone as the pace of bakugou’s hips start to falter and grow impatient, churning up your insides as his sensitive tip drags along your spongy walls and pushes up against your squishy g-spot. it hurts so good to hold back, but it feels even better to watch ochako cry and scream and beg for her boyfriend to stop fucking you.

but bakugou isn’t doing any better than you are, beneath you, his muscled thighs tremble and his the stroke of his hips become sloppy and languid. “c’mon angel, cum f’me, paint this cock...let it all out f’me,” he mumbles strainedly into your shoulder, tweaking your nipples and barely acknowledging the presence of his girlfriend ( or ex, at this point ) while his calloused fingers dance down the softness of your tummy to toy with your clit once again, dragging you by the ankle towards both of your highs. “c-can’t hold it anymore baby, gonna...gonna—! fuck!”

“stop it, kastuki!”

the lewd cross of your eyes as you finally cum with katsuki is what drives uraraka off of the edge, breaking into full on sobs when your dam bursts—colours in brand new shades flashing behind your eyes, bakugou’s hips fail to slow as he guides you through your orgasm, sending you into a series of shivers and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream that makes your throat hoarse. you cum so hard that the world around you seems to fall away, throwing an arm behind you to grip the blonde locks of your best friend’s hair to ground yourself. your release splashes out against the floor, cunt fluttering rhythmically as it paints both yours and katsuki’s thighs before triggering his own high.

“f-fuck, fuck! ‘m cummin’, ‘m cummin. gonna fill you up baby...can ya take it? take my cum?” he gripes needily into the shell of your ear, high pitched and whiney. the blonde’s voice fades to static, hips bucking up into your soiled pussy with one last surge of power before he’ss spilling white hot seed into your spasming hole. there’s so much of it, bakugou’s cum bleeding out of you slipping down between your ass cheeks— your tummy practically swells form how much of his own release he’s given you and eventually, katsuki’s cantering hips slow down until they reach a grind, cock slipping out of you and spewing the last of his cum against your inner thighs and soft tummy. “holy fuckin’ shit baby, fuck.”

bakugou collapses into the couch as he comes down from the high heavens, near passing out and leaving you to deal with his gobsmacked girlfriend. “take a picture ochako, it’ll last longer!” you coo, sickly sweet, making the brunette stomp her foot like a petulant child and flee the scene.

after she’s gone, katsuki seems to stir awake with an amused laugh, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder. “y’fuckin’ crazy angel, i love you.”

“d’ya mean that, suki?” you ask him with amused eyes as you turn around in his lap—drawing shapes over his heartbeat as you revel in the victory of your plan. “do you really love me?”

bakugou nods, rubbing his hand over the curve of your spine, kissing your nose as he slips in and out of consciousness. “always fuckin’ have, it’ll always be you, kay angel?” he tells you softly.

you barely have a chance to respond to bakugou, for he’s already passed out from how much you’d worn him out. you’d have a lot to talk about when the party was over and he'd woken up again, but for now you curl up against him contentedly— smiling at the knowledge that you’d always be his favourite girl.

You weren’t going to lie, finishing up your thesis for grad school? A pain in your ass. You rubbed your eyes while letting out a yawn. The brightness of your computer screen sent a jolt to your pupils as you felt your temples constrict—head feeling heavy as you looked back at the screen, those ten pages mocking you as you swore you saw the words you wrote dancing across the screen in a muddled blur.

3:23 a.m. When was the last time you got to sleep at a normal time the past few weeks?

“I need to get through this.” You thought to yourself. It might have been the lack of sleep or the want to just finish your thesis, most likely both, as you pulled out your phone in an attempt to reach one of your old friends, Sanzu. Not the most sane idea you’ve ever come up with, but you were desperate to find a solution to help you get through the rest of your semester.

To say that Sanzu was feeling ecstatic would be an understatement in this moment — of course he would help you.

“Ran?” Sanzu’s knock echoed on the wood throughout the large empty hallway. “ ‘Sup?” you heard a muffled voice reply from behind the closed door before Sanzu opened it, leading you into the room. Ran sat behind his desk, looking up from a stack of papers as the two of you entered what you assumed to be his office.

You took in his figure as he stood up to greet you. His hair the color of those sweet lilac summer skies, with a suit to match—the kind of bright lilac skies that made that nostalgic feeling grow in the pit of your stomach. It recreated a moment that made you feel comfortable. The inviting color palette almost swallowed the fact that his gaze was anything but inviting—sharp pupils hidden behind the tired bags under his eyes, bringing you back to earth and reminding you that you were in the presence of some of the most dangerous men in Japan.

“And what can I do for you?” He smiled softly as he approached you—too close, you thought as his tall figure towered over you, looking down at you as he smirked. You haven’t even muttered a word and Ran could already read you like a book. He knew exactly how to play anyone who walked through that door, how to get under their skin just right. You looked normal enough to the human eye, healthy, mid 20s, in school, independent the list could go on. Ran knew better than that—no one has their shit together—behind that exterior of yours was someone who didn’t want others to worry about them, someone who craved stability and validation, you cared so much for others, but who was caring for you at the end of the day? You were the kind of person who would do anything to feel loyalty from another, and in reality would probably do anything to return that loyalty back.

“What do you think Ran? Why does anyone ever come here?” Sanzu spoke up from behind you, breaking Ran out of his thoughts, aware of the game he was playing. Ran let out a soft amused hum in response. You felt your muscles relax as he stepped away, going back to his desk before pulling out a small bag. “Wanna taste?” He asked as he held one of the bright pills to your lips. You stuck your tongue out slightly, latching onto the round tablet and taking it from between his fingertips. You weren’t sure if it was the feeling of doing this for the first time or the feeling of Ran’s fingers ghosting over your lips to surrender part of his supply to you, but something left a tingling sensation on your lips as you swallowed.

Ran watched intently as you swallowed it, your face scrunching up in displeasure at the feeling of taking it dry without a drink to wash it down. God was he already in love, trying hard to suppress a moan from escaping his lips as he wondered what else he could do to cause you to make that face again. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, pupils dilated, almost as if to ask “what now?” He could almost scream with delight at the sight. “I’ll tell you what, I’m feeling particularly generous today, and since it’s your first time here, I’ll give you just enough to help you through your little predicament for free, yeah?” “Oh are you sure I couldn’t—” He cut you off, “On one condition, once you’re finished with all of them you must come back here, understood? We’ll talk then.” “Of course I-um- thank you,” you nodded eagerly. “Can’t wait.” He smiled, caressing your cheek with one hand while slipping the bag of pills into the back pocket of your jeans with his other hand, hand lingering over the curve of your ass for a few seconds too long before pulling away. It was just enough to make you flustered, someone like you was going to replay this moment a million times in their head, wondering about his intentions until you saw him again, all he had to do now was sit and wait.

The next few days were painful for Ran, he knew he would see you after the week was over, but seeing the final result wasn’t as fun as watching the entirety of your potential downfall—he yearned to be a fly on the wall in this very moment. It was like a plague consumed his mind. The moment you messaged Ran that you were coming over he cleared his calendar, making sure that there would be no interruptions in your second meeting.

Ran’s head shot up as he heard a knock at the door, “Come in.” Ran could already see a difference as you entered the room, the way you held yourself—you were different than the person who walked in here just the other day. You were riding off a high and you didn’t want to come down. Ran was used to this kind of attitude, you probably felt like you ruled the world in this very moment, invincible, it was all fun and games until you came down and needed more from him.

“You’re three days early based off of what I gave you, what happened?” The condescending tone was more than evident in Ran’s voice. “Just needed some pick me ups I guess.” You mumbled shrugging your shoulders. “Come here.” He patted the wood of his cleared desk, making your way around the desk you hoisted yourself up to sit on his desk. He stood up from his chair, standing between your legs. His eyes bore into you, like he was analyzing you, judging you like you were a mouse under a microscope. 

He moved to pull something out of the desk drawer. Holding it between his fingers he brought it up to your lips. You weren’t an expert in anything related to pills, but it didn’t take a genius to see that this was something different than what Ran gave you the other day. “What is that?” You asked nervously, fidgeting your legs. “Just something slightly stronger than what I previously gave you, If you’re gonna need a pick me up this is the way to go,” he explained. He could see the hesitation in your entire demeanor. “Don’t you trust me?”— In all honesty you really didn’t. “Just trying to help you out, just trying to help you feel good.” He added, whispering in your ear. His words sent a shiver down your spine. While your reaction was almost undetectable, Ran picked up on it right away. One more word of praise and you were his. “It won’t hurt I promise, c’mon be a good girl, it’ll make me so happy.”

Rubbing your thighs in anticipation, you parted your lips slightly, allowing him to push the foreign object into your mouth. You closed your mouth, wrapping your lips around his finger before he could remove it from your mouth. Swallowing the pill and twirling your tongue around his finger, sucking softly before releasing with a soft pop of your mouth. “Oh, fuck.” Ran stared at you in bewilderment, not believing what he just witnessed was real as you stared back at him with a gleam of pride. That excited him. Leaning down he placed his lips to yours. He was hungry, he wanted all of you and when you pulled him closer and kissed him back it was like he finally felt something again. He was quick to rid of your clothes, fiddling with the button of your pants and throwing them to the floor. He pushed your panties to the side, using his calloused finger to rub against your folds. He watched through half lidded eyes as he began to rub circles, slowly. You threw your head back at the feeling of his fingers, bucking your hips as he applied more pressure while moving his fingers faster. Inserting a finger into your hole, you let out a gasp, his fingers were long and slender, perfect enough to hit places inside of you that you didn’t know could be touched with your own fingers. He started to pump his finger in and out of you, allowing you to get used to the feeling before adding a second finger. He could feel your juices coating his fingers, dripping out of your hole. “Feels good,” You moaned into his shoulder. He grunted as he continued to plunge his fingers into the most deepest, sensitive parts of you, concentrating on the low squelching sounds that were coming from your wetness. You had to be close, your eyes squeezed shut, grinding your hips in an attempt to get off on his fingers. Feeling the build up in the pit of your stomach, you became desperate, whimpering in Ran’s ear, “needa come, Ran.” A few more pumps of his fingers and you were clenching around him, crying out as you soaked his fingers. Pulling out he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly as your whole face heated up from embarrassment.

Your head was spinning as Ran unbuckled his belt, undoing his pants and taking his cock out. He spread your legs, rubbing himself between your now overly sensitive lips to coat himself in your juices. Delicately he pushed his tip into you, stalling, he watched as you grew restless. “Please Ran, need you inside me,” you begged him through tearful eyes. He then roughly snapped his hips, filling you up with a harsh slap of his balls against your skin causing you to let out a loud scream. He was rough, each thrust hitting deep in you as the rhythmic sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the room. You were practically incoherent, babbling and spewing out curse word after curse word as you tried to meet his thrusts, the desk you were sitting upon shook underneath you, random objects clattering around in the drawers as the desk shifted from his harsh thrusts, the legs of it scraping against the tile floor. 

Father Satoru lessened those feelings of shame and disgust with yourself. Reminding you that you deserve to be light with the feeling of forgiveness, his thumb caressing your chin as his oceanic eyes bore into you. It’s easier to believe you deserve forgiveness with Father Satoru around, his gentle voice also simultaneously sounding firm as he reassured you that “of course you can be forgiven! You’re wonderful. God can love someone who's even as bad as you.” However Father Satoru couldn’t always be around, and with the pain of his absence, the truth of your guilt weighed you down like a millstone around your neck, sinking further and further into the sea of guilt until water filled your lungs and the salt of your tears burned your eyes.

You shake off the thoughts of your guilt, reminding yourself that you shouldn’t dwell on these things and the past. That with the help of Father Satoru you’re forgiven, and that Father Satoru’s approval is all you really need.

A rapt knock on the bathroom door breaks you out of your thoughts, followed by Sister Maki’s harsh reminder that service is starting. Hazel eyes meet yours, flashing with thinly veiled judgement and you know you’ll be scolded for vanity later.

You sit next to Sister Nobara, putting space between you and Sister Maki. Nobara was kinder to you yet still reserved when she spoke to you, but would spare you a soft and understanding smile every so often. You wonder why she likes Maki so much, Nobara’s personality is a stark contrast to Maki’s. You stare at your shoes, chunky and ugly black things that make little taps when your feet hit the floor of the church when Sister Nobara nudges you gently with her elbow, signaling that Father Satoru is at the pulpit.

You watch him, rosary in one hand and bible in the other -both clasped tightly to his chest as he smiles at the congregation- looking like a proud father. His sapphire eyes flash at the congregation. You think it's with love, but if you weren’t so naive you’d realize it’s pride: Father Satoru has so much pride in the belief that he stands in between someone’s ability to be forgiven, that he has the power to control someone’s ability to make it into Heaven.

Father Satoru extends one of his hands, a signal for the congregation to quiet down so he can begin his sermon. A soft and warm smile graces his face, condescendance thinly veiled in behind cobalt eyes. “Good afternoon,” his voice booms towards the congregation, he opens his bible on the altar. “If you could all join me in opening your bible to Luke Chapter 15, verses 11-32. Today we’ll be having a sermon on the Prodigal Son.”

You stare at him, starstruck and in awe at how his voice sounds so booming and commanding while also sounding soft and gentle. As if the way he asks everyone to be silent is a request instead of a demand, leaving a room full of people to believe that they all have a choice to listen to him when the reality is the way he speaks leaves little to no room for debate. Honey drips from his voice, coating you in its sickly sweetness and making you feel full of cavities. He tells the congregation of the Prodigal Son, a young man who left his father, pockets full of money. The man spent it all on whatever his heart desired before the land he was in entered a famine. He realizes he still needed his father, and goes back to him. He’s afraid, body sown with guilt and shame when he returns to his childhood home, terrified if his father will take him back, and joyous when he’s accepted with open arms.

Father Satoru’s eyes meet yours towards the end of the story, giving you a small wink that feels private, despite it happening in a room full of people. You feel your face flush and avert your eyes to your shoes, fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of your veil as you attempt to calm the fluttering of your heart.

He beckons the congregation to the front, goblet of wine in one hand as he begins communion. You wait in line behind Sister Maki and Sister Nobara, eyes fixated on the stained glass windows of the church, mesmerized by the way the sun filters through the light, sending a wash of colors spilling through the room.

“Hey sweetheart,” Father Satoru mumbles to you as you stand in front of him. “Did you like the sermon today?” He lifts the goblet to your lips, gentle hand placed on your cheek and you sip from it, never breaking eye contact with him. You nod at him as you swallow, mesmerized by the stunning pair of sapphires he has for eyes. “Good.” He says gently. He takes a wafer in his hand and you dutifully stick your tongue out. He places it on your tongue, thumb stroking your chin as he does. “I thought of you when I was preparing it.”

“You did?” You try and fail to keep the surprise out of your voice. Once again you feel heat creep up your face as he stares at you, eyes sharply watching you as if he’s a hawk.

“Of course, I know God was glad when you came home.” He smiles again, leaning in to whisper into your ear and your skin pebbles from his hot breath. “ And God knows I was too.” Unsure of what to say you just smile, turning and walking down the aisle. You feel his eyes boring into you as you walk away.

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There’s dirt under your fingernails as you weed the garden. A semi-permanent reminder of how you feel about your guilt; no matter how much you scrub at it, the dirt never really goes away. The sun is high today and threatening to blind you, your skin sticky with sweat as heat bores into your uniform. You don’t mind it really though, loving the opportunity to occupy your hands and thoughts with something that brings beauty to those around you. You feel pride beautifying the space, knowing the garden is Father Satoru’s favorite place to be. You’ve watched him roam the garden late at night countless times, carefully peering over your window as he smells the blood red roses that line the church’s walls; using the same fingers he uses to stroke your face to stroke the petals of flowers.

You stand, a basket of weeds hanging at your hip as you bring it over the wall to be composted. You falter slightly when you hear Father Satoru call out to you.

“Weeding the gardens today?” He stalks up to you slowly, taking all the time in the world to walk up to you, his hands in his pockets.

“Yes,” you say as you smooth over your nuns' habit. “As the good book says, the soul of the diligent is richly supplied.” You watch Father Satoru smirk, as raises his gaze to the sky, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun as he watches fluffy white clouds lazily roll across.

“Smart girl.” He smiles at you, his eyes flashing and meeting yours after a moment. He gives you a knowing wink and you feel heat rise to your face. You find yourself once again not sure what to say, so you smile back. “Walk with me?” He asks, for once not a demand, more like a plea as his gaze searches yours again. You oblige with a nod, letting him take the lead as he guides you through the garden. He holds his arm out to you and you take it, silently hoping he can’t feel the way you’re shaking.

You both stroll in silence, listening to the birds chirp and watching the summer breeze ruffle the leaves on the trees above. It’s companionable as you walk with him, arm comfortably linked in his. You watch him out of the corner of your vision, his sharp eyes take in the rose garden. You’ve always loved the color of his eyes, thinking the color reminds you of the ocean before a storm. Bright. Omniscient. Holding all the power in the world to break you. Never quite knowing if it will or not.

He stops suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts. He nods towards a particularly large rose, so large it’s almost the size of Father Satoru’s fist. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” He says fondly at the flower. He looks so bright. Like a child, staring at the rose in awe. He releases his arm from yours, using his newfound freedom to cup the flower in his hands, and you notice you miss the weight of his arm intertwined in yours. “It’s so fragrant!” He looks over at you animatedly, and gestures for you to come closer to smell it. You walk closer, leaning your head towards the rose to inhale its scent. You feel his hand on the small of your back and the warmth of his fingers on your spine.

He’s right. This is easily the sweetest smelling rose you’ve ever encountered. It’s almost overwhelming, filling your senses with a scent that's close to honey. It’s ironic, you think, that the flower smells exactly the way Father Satoru’s eyes look as he’s drinking up the sight of you. His hand reaches out to the flower again, thumb catching on a thorn and cutting the skin there. You hear his breath intake as he pulls his hand back, eyes furrowed at the cut on his thumb.

“A shame,” he exhales, watching the red bubble up from the cut on his finger, dripping and slowly falling onto an outstretched petal. “Alas,” he sighs, looking over at you with a strangely knowing look. “Every rose has its thorn.”

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You wake up, a nightmare causing your body to be soaked with sweat. Clutching your knees to your chest, you take deep breaths as you try to forget the sound of tires crunching in the snow, and the harsh crunch metal makes as it hits a tree. You glance at the clock above your door, noticing it’s 3am. You can’t fall back asleep. Can’t risk having another nightmare. Not without Father Satoru to comfort you. You decide to go to the chapel and pray.

You wrap your robe tightly over your nightgown, hoping no one sees you out of uniform, hair wild and out of place. The sound of your slippers scuffing the floor is loud against the quiet of the church, and you wince at the sound.

You walk towards the altar, carefully lighting two candles in remembrance of your parents, eyes filling with tears as you bow your head in prayer for their souls. You’re so lost in prayer that you don’t hear the chapel door close, followed by Father Satoru’s footsteps.

“Oh!” You exclaim, practically jumping out of your skin when he taps your shoulder. Your hands fly to your hair, trying to at least fix it into something more hidden, feeling ashamed that you skipped out on your nuns habit. “Father Satoru I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have skipped out on my habit! Please forgive me, it'll never happen again, I’ll go right to my room immediately.” You step down from the altar, clutching your robe tighter to your body as you attempt to step past him, before you feel his firm hand clasp your forearm.

“Are you okay?” You look into his eyes, sky blue boring into your soul. You feel uncomfortable for the first time under his gaze, missing the warm way it usually makes you feel. This time you feel cold. Exposed. Like the ocean finally got tired of being calm. You tighten your robe around you, eyes shifting towards the door. Alarm bells in your head telling you to leave. “It hurts to see you this way.” he sighs, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“No, I’m not.” You choke out, immediately regretting your honesty and cursing internally at the church’s ability to ingrain honesty into your bones. Cursing Father Satoru’s ability to tear your thoughts out of you.

“Awww,” he coos, mockery dripping from his voice, his hand still firm on your forearm. “Do you need to talk about it?” You don’t want to really. You want to leave, to run far away from his gaze- but Father Satoru has always been good at thinly veiling commands as choices. You nod, letting him guide you towards a pew where he sits far too close to you and you feel the heat of his body radiating off his body.

“I-I had a nightmare.” You tell him, swallowing thickly, fighting the tremble in your lip. “About my parents' accident.”

“I can see why that would be upsetting,” he nods in understanding at you, eyes focused on the stained glass windows just passed you. “I mean I would be upset too, if my parents went to hell.”

You’re taken aback at the harshness of his tone. How cold his eyes look when they flick towards you. You feel your heart flutter in your chest, tightness in your ribs forming and tears spilling into your eyes. You’re confused and betrayed, wondering where the typical softness of Father Satoru has gone. You attempt to stand, wanting to leave him and just go back to bed; forgetting the harsh way he spoke to you. Maybe this is just another dream, another thing your mind is doing to be cruel to you. “I have to go. Goodnight, Father Satoru.” You stand, attempting to leave, wishing you never came out of your room tonight.

“No, sweetheart. Stay.” He pulls you back down harshly, your tailbone bruising as your ass hits the seat. He places his arm over you, pinning you down to where you sit and invading your personal space. “You’ve always been so pure. Stupid even, easy to corrupt and to manipulate. Make you see whatever version of me I wanted you to see.You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he chuckles darkly; a large hand coming up to palm at your breast. “So clean, so white. Precious lamb waiting to be stained.” He takes your silence as confirmation and presses a wet kiss to your neck. You shiver at his touch, clutching your thighs together and hating the strange feeling fluttering in your core. His fingers trace up your leg, resting on your inner thigh where he thumbs small circles there. “I’ve always sort of hated you, ya know?” You feel your heart break at his words, and he continues. “Hated how easy it was to manipulate you into seeing what I wanted you to see, I like a challenge, ya know?” His hand slides further up your thigh, thumb itching closer to your pussy.

You push his hand away, and his face darkens. You realize you made a grave mistake. He grabs your arm, flipping you so that your upper half is over the church pew. You wonder naively what he’s doing, not registering the sound of his belt unbuckling and zipper being pulled down. You turn as much as you can, watching him pump his cock, long and thin; prominent veins running down the sides with a pretty pink tip.

He pushes his cock into you, his girth filling you up and stretching you out. the sting of it makes you cry out. He sets a cervix kissing pace, his hand is fisting your hair as he pounds into you. Your hands in a white knuckle grip on the back of the church pew. His pace is relentless and you can barely stay up, your knees slipping off the church pew and banging into the seating. He pulls your hair harder, arching your neck so you’re staring into the ceiling, forcing yourself to focus on the intricate paintings of the ceiling. You wish you could disappear, feeling awful and defiled by every thrust he makes inside you.

“You should be -fuck- thanking me,” he hisses in your ear, heavy breaths and sighs escaping his lips and causing your cheek to feel warm. “That you’re lucky enough to lose your virginity to me. That I am the one that gets to defile you. That I can do this and beg God’s forgiveness every time after this, but you’ll have to crawl on your hands and knees to me. I am the one that holds the power here, you’ll never make it into Heaven without me.” You hear his breaths grow more ragged, tears streaming down your face as you continue to be fixated on the ceiling, praying to God this will be all over soon.

And as if God answered your prayers, his hips stutter, and you feel hot liquid fill you up. You sigh with relief, thankful the awful experience is over, but knowing you will never be the same again.

He grabs you again by your hair -ignoring how you cry out, ignoring the cum still leaking out of your body- dragging you to the altar and throwing you on your knees. He kneels next to you, hands clasped in prayer as he stares at a statue of Jesus.

“Now beg for God’s forgiveness, whore. For what you’ve made me do. Maybe you won’t end up in hell, like your parents have.”

Giran licks his lips as he scrutinises your placement on the small monitor before staring back at you, sitting so perfectly upright on the couch, waiting for instructions. It sends a shiver right to his cock, so he sits back down again, adjusting his length, only half discreetly, before reaching for another cigarette to light up.

"Why don't you give us a few emotions; sad, angry, shocked." he drawls, taking a deep drag, keeping his eyes intently on your face. You nod, eyes glancing from his then back to the camera. He gets goosebumps from how your stare pierces through the screen, emotions twisting on your pretty little face, but there's one thing you haven't done yet,

"How about a smile?" he suggests, and when you instantly lift the corners of your lips, 'how subservient', he rasps, "good girl."

The way his voice drops an octave, a smokers rasp, makes both a chill and tingle travel up your spine. Still, you stay. Maybe you're naive, this is how Hollywood works after all.

"There's a script on the table beside you, have a read through it and when you're ready, we'll film you running through those lines a couple of times," he drags his words, making you feel as though he has all the time in the world for you, and only you.

After the week of castings with dozens of other women in the room who look exactly like you, all vying for the highly coveted role of 'featured extra', the undivided attention feels like a warm bubble bath, even if the bathtub himself is a little grimy, rough around the edges. As you read through and mark any tricky lines, you chew on the tip of your pen without thinking, as you always do. However, this time, you feel a change in the air and out of the corner of your eye, you notice him bring a loose fist to his lap. Is he turned on? Feeling smug, you play with the pen a little more, running it over your plump, glossy lips and drawing the tip into your mouth, savouring the feeling of finally being watched.

In the smoothest, most unassuming voice you can muster, you tell him, "I'm ready, Giran."

"Good girl," he grins, I bet you are. The next five minutes are spent running through the script, drawing out every bit of emotion you can from the incredibly dry lines. Back home, you would have been a shoo-in for all the best roles. The role of 'vampire waitress' is a far cry, but hey, a job is a job.

"Not bad," he raises his eyebrow when you finally lower the script to your lap, giving him once-again unobstructed view of your chest. "I have another role I'm casting for, and I think you've got what it takes to get the part. It's bigger, but far more risqué," he drawls, and the glint in his eye tells you all you need to know.  "It's a horror film, sexy, gory,  a little filthy, made by a guy they're calling 'Young Tarantino'. It could make you a star. What d'y say, sweetheart?"

"How risqué is it?" you muse, leaning forward attentively, your shirt dropping slightly to reveal the edges of a lace bra. He licks his lips.

"Quite, you will have to try out for the part, make sure you're up to it, after all." A long inhale of his almost burnt out cigarette gives you a chance to mull over his words, to give the stranger propositioning you a once over. He's not too bad looking, has had better days but the ravenous look in his eyes makes you want to be swallowed whole, to taste the smoke on his breath. "The director is also very... particular about the bodies of his actresses." he continues, letting tendrils of smoke billow from between his lips. His tone is suggestive, his eyes fucking you from his seated position.

Without missing a beat, you slip off the shoulder straps of your shirt, letting the fabric fall around your waist to show your bra. The fact that the camera is still recording crosses your mind and sends a rush of blood to your groin as your nipples pebble, scratching the fabric.

Then, you stand, script fluttering to the floor haphazardly. You unzip your skirt, letting all your clothing drop into a circle around your feet. The matching underwear set perfectly compliments your body and skin tone and you're grateful for it. Giran lets out a grunt, openly palming his cock and your eyes drift to the edge of his desk where you can see his forearm moving. He must be large for so much movement.

"Do a twirl for me, sweetheart." he demands, voice husky.

You comply, turning slowly and when you face the back, bend over at the waist to show him how the skin of your ass pulls tight, thong nestled between your cheeks already wet, before you snap back up and complete the circle. Giran stubs his cigarette, his palm that was rubbing his cock moving to run through his hair, a grunt of approval echoing in the silent room. Your eyes wide and feigning innocence. He stands, moving slowly to the front of the desk and leans against it, erection noticeably straining beneath the zipper.

"You've definitely got the body for the job," he says, fingers unbuckling his belt before moving to the button of his slacks. "But do you have the talent?"

Your eyes drift down to the tent in his now tight pants, and you lick your lips as you feel your mouth start to water. Anything for a part, you think to convince yourself even though you've already made your decision, the slick between your legs spurring you on. You kneel, feeling the script crinkle beneath your skin, and open your mouth.

"Why don't you come find out?" you dare him, but he's already pushed off the wood, standing so he's sideways and in the frame of the video to record the lewd actions you are about to exhibit.

You pull the hair from your face, and transition it to the shoulder away from the camera to give an unobstructed view of your jaw and sultry lips. You pout, gazing up at Giran with your best ‘bedroom eyes’. You like to be watched, why else would you decide to become a star in Hollywood? He's the perfect height, zipper right in front of your lips. You peer at him, and he nods, the back of his hand stroking your cheek. You feel his rings, cold against your flushed skin.

He pulls the zip all the way down, letting the pants droop slightly as he eases his dick out from behind his underwear waistband. It springs free, almost smacking you on the nose. You flinch, let out a squeak and pull back in shock. He chuckles, deep and throaty, fingers going to your hair to pull you back towards his cock, beading with precum.

"Are you ready, dollface?" it's not really a question but you still nod, mouth opening in anticipation, lips quivering.

Your palm wrap around the base of his cock, his girth just right for your fingertips to touch. Your tongue darts out to lick a stripe from the base to the tip, stopping just shy of his slit. His cock twitches in anticipation, hips rutting forward slightly, but you pull back, staring up at him with your eyes. His are blown wide with lust, carnal, and he lets out a growl, not liking the game of dominance you're toying at.

"You better watch yourself, sweetheart." he warns, the fingers in your hair tightening. Your eyes dart to the video recorder and you smirk, always an actress, before watching his face when you wrap your lips around the very tip of his cock, sucking on the satin flesh, tasting how salty and sour his precum is.

You fake your moan, pretending that it's the most delicious meal as you inch your lips down his length, feeling the head bump the back of your throat and keeping it there, letting your eyes water as it tickles your gag reflex, not enough to fully activate it, yet. You pull back, pushing your tongue up and sucking hard. Giran lets out a moan, loud, and you are slightly worried that the receptionist outside would hear, but the grip in his hair tightens once more to pull you back from your thoughts.

You begin to bob, hand fisting along with your movements and he starts to pant. Even his breath's are husky from the years of smoking. His hips rock along with your movements, knocking the back of your throat and you do gag this time. The sound is filthy as tears leak from your lower lashes. He wipes a tear away with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips to taste.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart, let’s hear a moan," he grunts and you follow his instructions, the vibrations making him jolt forward.

You cup his balls, the soft skin pliable, and it twitches and bounces between your caressing fingers. You hollow your cheeks, pull back, swirl your tongue around his tip before diving down to swallow him all. Your swollen lips look so delectable around his length, Giran resists the urge to use your mouth for his own fucking pleasure. But you look so sinful. His hand on your head gets more forceful. He no longer rocks. He’s thrusting, deeper, harder, faster, until you're choking around his cock. It’s no longer sexy but straight up obscene as the tears track down your cheeks and the saliva expels from your mouth to drip down your chin and onto your chest. It glistens, cools, but you’re hot. Too hot.

Who ever said heat rises had never gotten their throat fucked. You feel a pooling in your sex, a fire blazing between your thighs that you so desperately press together for friction. You remember the rolling camera, how this footage can be used against you, and probably how you look like nothing but a fleshlight. It all turns you on explicably, but it won’t do. Oh no. You tighten your grip on his testes, feeling them shrink up as he nears his release. With the next push back, you wrench your head free from his palm, sinking right back down to the hilt, pubes tickling your nose and you don’t breathe in. You suck, feeling your tongue flatten and swell at once. Your free hand is on his thigh, the pants saggy beneath your grip that fists the fabric.

“Oh, oh, oh fuck, fu--” he rasps, eyes not leaving your face. He’d never seen someone suck a cock, a stranger’s cock, with so much vigour. He’d had his fair share of ‘casting calls’ with young hopefuls, but none of them took to the challenge like you have.

“I’m going to cum,” the warning comes mere seconds before his release, and you decide to put on the final show.

As the warm, thick liquid expels, you begin to lean back, letting the stream gather on your tongue, around your lips, until the last spurts drip down your cheeks and jaw. You’re filthy covered in his cum. His breath hitches and the most guttural moan erupts from his throat at the sight. You keep your mouth open from him to see the semen, your face stays aroused, alluring, as though it doesn’t taste like cigarettes. 

It makes him fall to his knees in front of you. Without hesitation, you find the knot of his tie, tugging it into you harshly so that your lips collide and you swish all his cum into his panting mouth. He lets out a surprised yelp, but his lips soon melt, fingers sliding over your painted cheek as he sweeps along your jaw. When you pull away and stare at him with the widest eyes you can muster, you ask the dazed casting director a very simple question,

“Do I get the part?”

Though after scrolling through profile after profile, Shalnark couldn’t help but go back to yours. In contrast to many others, you lead an admirable life. An exemplar samaritan from your volunteering efforts, an upstanding citizen contributing to society and a diligent student all the way from middle school to university. This eventually landed you a job as a developmental disability nurse, working with children who were less fortunate and needed assistance. 

How cute.

Though no one could hide and cover their secrets with a good track of records, and unfortunately for you, Shalnark knew your yours. Upon foraging your profile for any information he could acquire, he’d stumble upon the history of your recorded texts shared with your current boyfriend. His eyes widened at the ludicrous amount of contents exchanged consistently back and forth in such a short amount of time. 

However, Shalnark was ecstatic to know that you were a little bit of a freak. 

Numerous pictures and videos of nudes and explicit candid activities shared trustingly with each other. He must admit, your pretty and innocent appearance assisted you to create the perfect facade that threw him off guard. Therefore he would never took you for someone who’d enjoy sexting so much. 

Shalnark clicked on a recent video which instantaneously showed a video cut of your body sprawled on the soft sheets, presumably showing off your lingerie as you slyly pushed your chest forward to show off how the delicate laces hugged your curves and slowly trailed your finger down but never letting the camera falter to follow after it. 

Shalnark seemed to be enjoying it more than he thought, in just a matter of hours he had went through every video you recorded and sent. He couldn’t lie that your actions turned him on, he was left to imagine just how soft your skin would actually be like in real life and how sweet your soft mewls would sound right next to his ear as he fucked you right. 

Though the boyfriend was a problem. Upon further examination, there was a reason to why there was so much lewd content between you and him over texts. Your current partner, Yoji, was working out of town for a huge business project that took months to settle. In the meantime, you both decided to fill the intimacy void obstructed by the physical distance through online social network means. 

As expected, Shalnark wasn’t as intrigued or impressed in comparison to yours upon studying Yoji’s profile. Just an ordinary businessman with a slight dirty records of using tricks such as feigning business formalities and paperworks to launder money. A common plebeian among the sea of crowds, he could never understand how someone like you could be with someone as dull as him.

Though this mini mission of his that he assigned himself should be fairly easy. 

A simple tune emitted from the computer caught your attention from your book you were currently reading to reveal that it was a notification for a video chat from Yoji. Smiling in anticipation you accepted wholeheartedly after making sure to fix yourself up quickly. 

The screen lit up to display the familiar smile and face of your boyfriend. You felt your heart flutter at the sight of him, the distance had taken a toll on your heart and you were eternally grateful that he had even the vestige of time to spare for the both of you every night despite knowing the stress and burden he has from the project. 

“Hey cutie, how was your shift?” He asked, softly smiling from the dark hotel room with the computer screen as the only source of light that slightly made his face visible for you. 

“Tiring as usual but worthwhile,” you replied casually, resting your chin with either of your hand. “How’s the contract coming up? Are things finally wrapping up there?” 

He let out a small sigh before responding back, “it’s getting there.” Immediately you felt guilty, you could see his bloodshot eyes and darkened bags that’s no doubt caused by the accumulated work he’s been facing. “Though can you do me a favour, baby?” 

Perking up immediately you’d gladly do anything to help relieve the slightest bit of tension from your boyfriend. “Anything,” You obediently affirmed as he chuckled a little at your enthusiasm.

“Can you get on the bed,” he instructed slowly. “And fuck yourself for me?” 

His words instantly brought your blood to rush into your cheek, it certainly wasn’t the first time you both did it over FaceTime but it still was an experience you couldn’t get used to without being a little shy. Perhaps the reason behind your apprehension was that because it was a live feed in comparison to the videos and pictures that you carefully rehearse, you were slightly nervous in putting only the best show for him. Nevertheless, you did as he said and made yourself comfortable on the bed while folding your legs to sit on top of them. 

Shalnark smiled pleasingly from the next room over from your boyfriend’s at how willing and compliant you were, though having to masquerade as him was not ideal, he figured he’d have fun and take advantage of the situation before he discarded his toy. 

“Take off your top and let me see you play with your tits,” he muttered as he instructed the order on his phone that currently controlled Yoji’s slowly decaying dead body. 

“Okay,” You tender and shy voice came through from a secondary laptop screen which allowed Shalnark to enjoy the show from the comfort of his own private hotel room and away from detecting any suspicions from you. 

True to your words, you took off your comfortable sweater from the front that revealed your full bare breasts on display for him. Biting your lip, you took both of your hands to your chests slowly, you made sure to send sultry gazes towards him, hoping he was a turned on as much as you were. 

Gently, you began to palm your chest as your tits pebbled from the touch, stimulating warmth that bloomed from the pits of your stomach. Yoji seemed to be enjoying the view as he stared intently at the screen. That gave you a boost of encouragement as you continued to play with yourself, pinching and softly tugging on your nipples which made you whimper and roll your head back.

Shalnark languidly laid back on his chair and began to rub his dick through his shorts, eyes never leaving your form as they caress your breasts prettily. You really did know how to put on a show for him. 

“Take off your shorts and panties.” He ordered once more. With little reluctance from your end, they were discarded within a moment, leaving you completely vulnerable for his viewing pleasure. “Spread your legs and play with yourself.” 

Feeling yourself get even wetter by his demanding decree, you spread your thighs to allow him to look at your glistening pussy. You loved entertaining with the idea of subjecting yourself to him, knowing he loved it when you do as he says, even though he didn’t completely have control over you.

Reaching down to collect the copious amount of slick fluid leaking from your cunt, you trailed it along your slit before rubbing soft circles around your clit making you jolt in pleasure. You felt your hardened little nub making contact with your delicate touches as it easily slipped from your lubricant. 

“That’s great, honey,” he breathed out. “But spread it a bit more.”

“Like this?” You asked meekly, one hand behind your back to support yourself from falling down as you spread your thighs more open. 

Shalnark’s dick was already out by this point from the confinement of his trousers as he stroked it painfully slow as to match your pace. His eyes couldn’t bear to leave the screen as you displayed your pretty cunt so openly to him, teasing it with your tiny fingers making him want to reach through the screen and show you how much better his would feel. With one hand still gripping onto his device, he typed in another order.

“Yeah, now put a finger in.” 

Panting slightly, you reached down and slowly entered a single digit, letting your cunt to squeeze around your finger as you moaned at the intrusion. 

“Y-Yoji! Ahh...” your head lolled back when your walls closed in on you, making you rub on a very special spot that sent your senses flying. In haste, you added another finger in as you continued to play with yourself and you noticed Yoji’s eyes never faltered from the screen, watching you slip your fingers in and out.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You nodded lightly at his words. “Can you rub your pussy faster for me? I want to see you fuck yourself harder...” 

“Mmh!...” you cried as you sped up your fingers. It felt so surreal, you could feel yourself almost touching the stars at this point. Your eyes were hazed in the image of your boyfriend as your mind were only clouded by carnal desires. You’ve never felt so good every time you did this with him, it made you all the more excited to see him in the next upcoming week for when he gets back. 

Feeling your walls clenching onto your fingers, you knew you were near your end soon. “I-I’m getting close...” you whined out, “I’m going to cum, Yoji!” 

“Stop.” 

You let out a dumb, “huh?” in response. He would seldom stop you just before you reached your peak so this was a slight surprise.

“Reach into the drawer for your dildo, I know that’s where you keep them.” Blushing profusely, you nevertheless acquiesced and promptly took the small pink toy in your hand. “Now fuck and play with it.”

You glared at him through the screen but that front shattered as you felt the head enter into your warm, plush cunt. At this point you’ve nearly turned yourself inside out. “Y-yoji! Ohh...” you moaned at the snug fit as you got it all the way inside, arching your back in pleasure as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Feels nice doesn’t it, babe?” Too high off of pleasure you hummed blissfully in return. 

Grabbing the base you continued the pace you were with your fingers, no longer having any patience to draw out your orgasm any longer. The room was filled with your wanton moans and debauched sighs as well as the promiscuous sounds of your slick with the toy no doubt coming through to the audio. 

“I’m so c-close!” You managed to whimper out. “Let me cum Yoji- please! Let me cum!”

“Say the magic words.”

“F-fuck! Ahh...” sweat beads ran down the back of your spine at this point. “I love you! I wish you were h-here... fucking me instead- god! I miss you so much, I think a-about you every day, I want you here with me always!” 

“Good.”

With his word, you felt your hot, soft walls closing hard around the pink toy and squirt out a gratuitous amount of fluids, coating your thighs and sheets with it. Your mind was blank as you felt yourself so stimulated that you worry your body could couldn’t handle this much force. Gripping the sheets tightly through your orgasm, you cried out in pleasure as you fell backwards with your toes and back curled naturally. 

Shalnark’s hands were now already coated with his thick cum, smiling exuberantly at your fun and cute little adventure. Well, now he guess was the time to pull down the curtains and reveal himself. After all, his puppet broke, he has no use for him anymore. 

Panting out to catch your breath, you laid on the side to face the screen and smiled tiredly. 

“How was I?” You asked sheepishly. Yoji’s face turned blank for a moment before dropping his head down to the keyboard harshly. 

“Yoji?!” You cried out in desperation and fear as you sat up in shock. What on earth just happened? You saw a little sword like needle pinned itself on the back of his head and before you could make sense of it the screen went black before revealing a jubilant young man with a smile seemingly etched onto youthful face.

“That was more than amazing!” He joyfully cheered. 

Quickly you grabbed a hold of your blanket to make yourself somewhat decent in front of this strange pervert. 

“Aww,” he whined at the lack of skin that you covered. “Why are you suddenly acting shy on me now?” Pouting in indignation as if you suddenly took away a toy he was playing with. 

“Who are you? What did you do to Yoji?” You’ve no doubt this man was behind it all. 

He sighed out your name nonchalantly and replied exasperatedly, “he’s already dead so I wouldn’t get too worried about it, I’ll just take over his position.” He giggled boyishly. “How about it? You seem like your in need of a new boyfriend since your last one is... you know...” he cringed and pretended to slice his head with own his hand. 

“You’re crazy if you don’t think I’m not going to report you!” Crying in defiance as you felt tears starting to fill your eyes.

“But then it’d be a shame if your private home movie went viral,” He grimly implied as the screen changed into you fucking yourself silly on the bed. Somehow this creep had managed to record every single second of your lewd activity. You gasped horrifyingly, feeling the said tears now dropping into your hot cheeks. 

“What would your family think? Your colleagues? Your bosses? Don’t you work with children?” He placed a finger on his chin pretending to think hard. “I’d imagine it to be quite hard to find a job if something like this went pub-“

“Just stop,” you sobbed out pathetically as you turned to face him through the screen. “What do you want?”

“Meet me at your favourite cafe tomorrow at noon.” Smiling innocently despite the tenebrous tension between the two of you.  When you didn’t say anything, too defeated and scared to utter out a word, he took your silence as a tacit comply as his smile seemingly began to widened.