The dorm room was my sanctuary, a cramped little haven of privacy in the chaos of college life. Or so I thought. The late afternoon sun filtered through the cheap blinds, casting lazy stripes of light across my bare skin as I lay sprawled on my bed, sheets kicked to the floor. My breath came in short, desperate gasps, my fingers moving with a rhythm that matched the wild, filthy fantasies playing out in my mind. A faceless stranger, rough and commanding, pinning me down, taking what he wanted while I surrendered completely. My moans grew louder, unrestrained, filling the small space as I teetered on the edge of release.
“Oh, fuck… yes, just like that,” I whispered to no one, my voice thick with need, lost in the heat of my own imagination.
Until a sharp, mocking laugh sliced through the haze like a knife.
My eyes snapped open, heart slamming against my ribcage as I whipped around, my hands instinctively jerking away from my body. There, leaning casually against the doorframe, stood Dazai—my infuriating, insufferable roommate. His dark hair fell messily over one eye, and that damnable smirk of his curled at the corner of his lips. Worse, his phone was up, the little red light on the camera glaring at me like a predator’s eye.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “What do we have here? Little miss perfect, getting herself off like some desperate slut. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
My entire body froze, heat flooding my face as the reality of the situation crashed over me. I hadn’t heard him come in. I hadn’t even locked the damn door. My usual fire, the sharp tongue that could cut anyone down to size, failed me completely. I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, “D-Dazai, what the hell—turn that off!”
He didn’t move, didn’t lower the phone. Instead, he tilted his head, studying me like I was some fascinating specimen under a microscope. “Oh, no, no, no. I think I’ll keep rolling. This is premium content, sweetheart. Could make a killing off this on the internet. Or…” His smirk widened, dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe I’ll just keep it for myself. A little personal entertainment.”
I yanked the sheet over my body, clutching it like a lifeline, though I knew it was far too late for modesty. My mind raced, torn between rage and mortification. “You’re a fucking creep, you know that? Delete it. Now.”
Dazai chuckled, stepping closer, his presence suddenly suffocating in the small room. He lowered the phone just enough to meet my gaze, but I could still see the screen—still recording. “Delete it? Why would I do that when I’ve got you right where I want you? Look at you, all flushed and trembling. You’re practically begging for someone to take control. And lucky for you, I’m in a generous mood.”
My jaw clenched, but I couldn’t find the words to snap back. Not yet. The humiliation burned hot in my chest, but beneath it, there was something else—something I didn’t want to acknowledge. His voice, low and taunting, was doing things to me I didn’t want to admit.
He leaned down, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek. “Here’s the deal, princess. You’ve been a very naughty girl, getting yourself off without permission. I think you need to be punished. So, why don’t you keep going? Right here, right now. Let me watch.”
My eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat rushing through me—this time, not entirely from embarrassment. “You’re insane. I’m not doing that.”
“Oh, but you are,” he countered smoothly, straightening up and crossing his arms, phone still in hand. “Unless you want this little video to make the rounds on campus. Imagine it—every frat boy, every stuck-up sorority girl, watching you fall apart. Or…” He paused for effect, his smirk turning downright devilish. “You can do as I say, and I’ll keep this our dirty little secret. Your choice.”
I glared at him, my nails digging into the sheet. I hated how much power he had over me in this moment, hated how my body was betraying me with every word he spoke. But I wasn’t about to let him see me break completely. Swallowing hard, I lifted my chin, forcing my voice to steady. “Fine. But don’t think for a second this means you’ve won, asshole. You’re just a pathetic voyeur getting off on this.”
His laugh was low, almost a growl. “Oh, sweetheart, keep talking like that. It’s adorable how you think you’re still in charge. Now, drop the sheet. Let me see you.”
My hands hesitated, trembling slightly as I gripped the fabric. But the weight of his gaze, the unspoken threat of that video, pushed me over the edge. Slowly, I let the sheet fall, exposing myself to him once more. His eyes darkened, raking over me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
“Good girl,” he purred, and damn him, the way he said it sent a jolt straight through me. “Now, touch yourself. Just like you were before. And don’t you dare hold back. I want to hear every filthy sound you make.”
I bit my lip, torn between defiance and the strange, twisted thrill of his command. My hand moved almost on its own, slipping between my thighs as I glared at him. “You’re enjoying this way too much, you sick bastard.”
“Guilty as charged,” he shot back, his voice laced with mock innocence. “But let’s not pretend you’re not into it too. Look at you, already so eager to please. Go faster, princess. Show me how desperate you are.”
My breath hitched as I obeyed, my fingers picking up the pace despite myself. The humiliation was still there, burning beneath my skin, but so was something else—something dark and hungry that I couldn’t ignore. I let out a soft moan, hating how natural it felt under his watchful gaze.
“That’s it,” Dazai murmured, his tone shifting to something almost approving. “Now, tell me what you’re thinking about. What got you so worked up before I walked in? And don’t lie to me—I’ll know if you do.”
I hesitated, my voice catching in my throat. But his stare pinned me in place, unrelenting. “I… I was imagining someone… taking control,” I admitted, my words barely audible. “Rough. Not asking, just… taking.”
His smirk returned, sharper than ever. “Is that so? And now that I’m here, why don’t you imagine it’s me? Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me how you want me to pin you down, make you mine. Say it.”
My face burned, but the words tumbled out before I could stop them, fueled by the heat of the moment and the way his voice curled around me like a vice. “I… I want you to grab me, hold me down. Make me beg for it. I want you to—fuck, I want you to own me.”
His eyes gleamed with triumph, and for the first time, I saw something like raw hunger flash across his face. “Oh, princess, you have no idea what you’ve just done. Keep going. Don’t stop until I tell you to. And trust me, I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”
I hated him. I hated how he’d turned my moment of vulnerability into his playground. But as my fingers moved faster, as my moans grew louder under his command, I couldn’t deny the twisted thrill of it all. Dazai had me right where he wanted me—and the worst part? A small, shameful part of me didn’t mind at all.
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