#zoom hack

[royalarmyofoz]

HACKS 4.09

[l3v5ha]

btw my ultimate wish fulfilment for the finale would be a single cobel/milchick interaction. i miss them so much & they only have like five scenes together in all of s1. i miss the way her power in their dynamic felt like it was 1% attributable to professional hierarchy and 99% to her just being Like that. give me seth milchick and harmony cobel rendezvousing at a gas station out in Soil Hill after his generational crashout and lumon’s got a warrant for both their arrests and he’s still calling her Ma’am

[bbeebles]

photo dump of screenshots from my new leaf town :-) 🍰🍀💗 some rooms & outdoor things !!

[superchlorine]

oh, hajun is working on some code!!! let's see what he's writing...

ah yes... some python code. in a javascript file? and located in a tests folder too, instead of the main src folder. points for writing a math game, i guess (he works at an education software company), but i'm not sure this level of coding will get you into the engineering department, hajun.

fortunately for him, his ceo needs him as a secretary more than as an engineer.

[braindancer]

Romy and her knockoff kiroshis

[bastardratofsin]

Starbucks Galaxy drink anyone? HAHA *Slurps on a starbucks large drink in one hand, bird clutched in the other*

[isforever-moved]

overlord meetings but they're zoom calls and half of the meeting is carmilla trying to help zestial to turn off the damn cat filters. rosie and alastor are talking shit in the dms. zeezi muted them all and left the room but left her camera on. the vees have been repeatedly muted and kicked out, but keep switching between their devices. husk keeps getting invited even tho he hasn't been in overlord in a hot minute.

[xaltius]

Cybersecurity Advisory: Hackers Exploit Zoom’s Remote Control Feature

In an increasingly remote and hybrid work environment, video conferencing tools like Zoom have become indispensable. They connect teams, facilitate meetings, and enable seamless collaboration across geographical boundaries. However, the very features that make these platforms so powerful can also become targets for malicious actors. A recent cybersecurity advisory highlights a critical concern: hackers are actively exploiting Zoom's remote control feature.

This advisory serves as a stark reminder that convenience often comes with inherent security risks, and staying vigilant is paramount.

What's the Vulnerability?

Zoom's remote control feature allows a meeting participant to take control of another participant's screen, keyboard, and mouse. This is incredibly useful for technical support, collaborative editing, or presentations where one person needs to demonstrate something directly on another's computer.

The exploitation isn't necessarily a flaw in the remote control feature itself, but rather how it can be misused or tricked by attackers. Hackers are employing social engineering tactics and other deceptive methods to gain control of a victim's screen, often under the guise of a legitimate request. Once they have remote control, they can:

Access Sensitive Data: Navigate through files, steal documents, or access confidential information stored on the victim's computer.

Install Malware: Download and install malicious software, ransomware, or spyware without the victim's direct interaction.

Manipulate Systems: Change settings, delete files, or perform other destructive actions.

Launch Further Attacks: Use the compromised system as a pivot point to attack other systems within a network.

Why is This a Concern for Everyone?

The widespread adoption of Zoom means that a vast number of individuals and organizations are potentially vulnerable. This isn't just an IT department's problem; it's a concern for every user who participates in Zoom meetings.

Human Factor: The exploitation often relies on human error or a lack of awareness. Users might unknowingly grant remote control access to an attacker disguised as a colleague, IT support, or a legitimate presenter.

Supply Chain Risk: If an attacker gains access to one company's system, they could potentially use that access to launch attacks against partners, clients, or suppliers who collaborate via Zoom.

Data Breach Potential: The ability to remotely access and exfiltrate data poses a significant risk of costly and reputation-damaging data breaches.

What Can You Do to Protect Yourself?

While the threat is real, there are concrete steps you can take to mitigate the risk:

Be Extremely Cautious with Remote Control Requests:

Verify Identity: Always verify the identity of the person requesting remote control. If it's unexpected, ask for verbal confirmation or contact them through a separate, trusted channel (e.g., a known phone number, not through Zoom chat).

Understand the Purpose: Ensure you fully understand why remote control is needed and what actions the other person intends to take.

Grant Only When Necessary: Only grant remote control when it is absolutely essential for the task at hand.

Educate Your Team:

Security Awareness Training: Conduct regular security awareness training for all employees, emphasizing the risks of social engineering, phishing, and unexpected remote control requests.

Internal Policies: Establish clear internal policies on when and how remote control features should be used.

Keep Zoom Updated:

Latest Version: Always use the latest version of the Zoom client. Software updates often include critical security patches.

Use Strong Security Practices:

Multi-Factor Authentication (MFA): Enable MFA for your Zoom account and all other critical online services.

Strong Passwords: Use unique, complex passwords for all your accounts.

Antivirus/Anti-Malware: Ensure your devices have up-to-date antivirus and anti-malware software.

Firewall: Maintain an active firewall on your computer.

Monitor Your Screen:

Stay Engaged: If you grant remote control, actively watch your screen to ensure only the intended actions are being performed. If anything seems suspicious, immediately revoke control.

The Bottom Line

Zoom's remote control feature is a powerful tool, but like any powerful tool, it requires careful handling. By combining technical safeguards with a healthy dose of skepticism and continuous user education, individuals and organizations can significantly reduce their exposure to this type of exploitation. Stay informed, stay vigilant, and prioritize cybersecurity in all your online interactions.

[f1girliefics]

Soft Launch

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando’s secret relationship turns into the worst-kept secret and the most chaotic reveal F1 fans have ever seen.

You had always known dating Lando Norris would come with complications, but you hadn’t expected to be his "invisible girlfriend."

Not in a bad way.

He wasn’t hiding you because he was ashamed—he made that clear with every kiss to your forehead, every late-night call from a hotel room halfway across the world, and every soft smile saved just for you.

But the world was loud, and the internet was louder. He wanted to protect you for a little while longer.

Keep you his.

"Soft launch?" you teased one evening, raising an eyebrow as he snapped a photo of your joined hands over a coffee table.

"Soft as hell," he grinned.

Thus began the game.

There was the blurry photo of your legs up on the dashboard of his car ("nice legs, whose are they?" Twitter screamed).

The two glasses of wine in his story with the cryptic caption show good company tonight.

The low, unmistakable laugh in the background of his Twitch stream sent fans into a meltdown.

You found it hilarious.

It was absurd, the way they dissected everything, zooming into the reflection on his sunglasses, analysing voice frequencies, matching nail polish shades.

Your personal favourite was the side-by-side someone posted of your pinky ring and the mysterious hand in Lando's post. Sherlock Holmes would be proud.

Until it wasn’t funny anymore.

It happened on a random Thursday.

A friend posted a group photo from a private birthday dinner, tagging everyone, including you. And there you were, sitting next to Lando, shoulder pressed to his, that smile you reserved only for him lighting up your face.

The comments started immediately.

WAIT. IS THAT THE SAME GIRL FROM THE COFFEE CUP PHOTO???

SHE HAS THE SAME RING! THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

HE SOFT LAUNCHED HER, AND WE FOUND HER.

You dropped your phone. Lando, who had been walking out of the shower, hair wet and towel slung low on his hips, paused at your expression.

"Babe?"

"It happened."

He blinked. "What?"

You handed him your phone.

Thirty seconds later, he was laughing. Not the amused chuckle you expected—full-on laughter, chest-heaving, tears-in-his-eyes kind of laughter.

"Lando! This is serious. Your PR team is going to faint."

"I warned them this day would come. Honestly, I expected worse. Like, someone hacking my camera roll or something."

"They think I hacked your life."

He grinned. "You did, kind of."

He kissed you then, quick and firm. "Come on. We might as well do this properly."

He grabbed his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Making it official."

He opened Instagram and snapped a selfie of the two of you, your face flushed from panic, his smug grin on full display.

He typed, Not so soft anymore, is it? And tagged you.

You gawked at him as he hit post.

Chaos. Absolute chaos.

His phone exploded within seconds.

Your name trended worldwide.

Someone made a fan edit of the two of you within ten minutes.

His PR team did, in fact, faint.

But through it all—all the chaos, the articles, the memes—you looked at Lando, and he looked at you, and neither of you had any regrets.

You hadn’t just been soft-launched.

You’d been launched, alright.

Straight into the spotlight. Straight into his world.

And the best part?

He never let go of your hand.

[gamesatwork]

e433 — Zooming While You’re Zooming

Cars & code that zooms, NPR Marketplace’s series on games & the business of games, Apple’s Wonderlust event & carbon neutrality communication and much more!

Photo by Alessio Lin on Unsplash Published 18 September 2023 Michael and Michael start of this show with the National Public Radio Marketplace series on games and the business of games called “Skin in the Game”.  Then, they turn to the Apple Wonderlust event from last week, dialing in on the focus on carbon neutrality and the way of communicating that focus.   Next up, a story from Business…

[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Hacker × GN Reader , drabble

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Hacker who jerks off to the live video of you touching yourself while watching some porn from the website. You should have unplugged the webcam from your PC darling, you never know who is currently watching you through it right?

Yan! Hacker who knows just what kind of videos you enjoy watching. He has your whole browser history, including the porn sites you visit every time you feel sexually frustrated.

Yan! Hacker who does feel a pang of guilt for doing these to you, tapping and hacking all your stuff just to satiate his needs. Oh gosh, look at you wearing that flimsy shirt, he can see your nipples perking through!

Yan! Hacker who wishes he could just visit you and rail you dumb just like what the people are doing in the video. You really like vocal men huh? As much as he is the silent type, he could try grunting or letting his moans slip if you'd just let him slip his cock inside you!

Yan! Hacker who has everything on record, the video of you touching yourself including the audio where you are whimpering at your own touch. Oh, you look so ravishing and adorable! He feels the need to blackmail you just to see your face pale up for fun but that would be a boomerang for him because you'd shut yourself.

Yan! Hacker who won't stop jerking off even though you are long wasted already. No, he still wants more. The old recordings could help him while he watches you sleep, pleased after your previous masturbation.

Yan! Hacker who zooms the video until it's pixelated just to get a close-up of your sleeping figure, his tip smearing the screen with his precum as his hand pumps his shaft fastly, audio of you moaning playing in his headset.

Yan! Hacker who wishes he could just fuck your mouth as you dazed away in your sleep. His hand will play with your nipple while the other hand strokes your hair, he knows you like it when people stroke your hair after all.

Yan! Hacker who trembles as he thinks of the audio playing in his headset as you moan into his ears, his hand as your hand, and the video as you yourself.

"Fucking take it all..."

Yan! Hacker who cums right into the screen, he'll clean the mess later but for now, he wants you all to himself virtually. He will play another video of you, this time in a different setting. Just how many hidden cameras has he set inside your place?

Yan! Hacker who contemplates whether he should just make things easier by confessing to you or keep things as it is. It's not like he doesn't have a chance, judging by how you hump the pillow while moaning his name out.

'Seth, Seth...'

Yan! Hacker who will for sure fuck you dumb the moment the two of you become official. The bed will be creaking until the sun rises and you'll need to change your bedsheet again unless you want to sleep on a damp, smelly bed. As much as he'd like to just fuck you raw, he's still considerate enough to slip on the condom from future problems.

"God, what the fuck are you Seth? A stallion? We've been doing this for hours!" You yelled at him while you stuff your mouth with your pillow, his cock hammering into you with his hand spanking your ass every once in a while.

"I'm no stuck in like you said," right, you once teased him for being a disgusting otaku back when the two of you were transmigrated into that damn game, "seems like you are the hikikomori here? How adorable ♡"

Yan! Hacker might not look like it but he's actually a fit figure, not to mention one of his favorite sports being basketball because of his friend.

[mansaesvt]

him.

[suppermariobroth]

Top: a page from the 2020 "Gamer's Edition" of the Guinness World Records. Note the column of various Luigi designs in the middle.

Bottom: zooming in on the "Super Mario 64 DS" Luigi, it becomes apparent that this Luigi is not from Super Mario 64 DS at all. Instead, it is a fan-made model of Luigi to be imported into Super Mario 64, where he does not appear.

While a legitimate unused model of Luigi made for Super Mario 64 was found in development files for the game shortly after this book was published, this fan-made model (made by a modder named CJes) has existed for years and was known for being used in hacks and fan animations, which is likely how the writers of the book found it and confused it for an official model.

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[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

BURNING DESIRE

FOR YOU━━━━

concept for yandere jason todd x reader

“↳ ꒰tw.dark themes , yandere content, stalking , possesivness , reader is viewed as an object ꒱

read at your own caution

jason todd is the silent yandere.

often times - people would look at him , a hulking muscular figure , standing at 6'4 and think that a man of his stature is loud but in reality he's silent.

silent in the fact that he purposely hacked into your tik tok , a03, and Kindle account and ensured that they kept recommending dark rommance, specifically with motorcycle guys.

silent in the way he bought the two apartments next to your own because he couldn't physically handle anyone living so close to you .

he is silent in the way he knows your routine - down to the minute details , the seamlessly useless details like you always run laundry in the evening and watch that specific series when you're eating.

he's a man who doesn't make himself known, not because he is shy or scared that you spot him or would run away at the sight of him . no, it's because this man thrives off the fact that he has full control over your life without you even knowing.

he is the type of man who's already paid off your student loans. He already has your bulls synced to his bank account because he's grown up, knowing as a man he's supposed to provide.

he always sits two tables away from yours in your usual cafe as you laugh among your other friends as you gossip about the dark rommance book you all read.

he always has to cover his mouth before he huffs out a laugh - he's read every single book you've read , to him they're all little boy games. boys who just imitate how to act like a man - boys who thinks they're all dark and scary when they're not . he knows you aren't ready for the darkness that a man like himself brings, but it's alright - he knows one day you'll be ready for him.

jason always finds himself perched in his penthouse , lounging on a chair , manspread so deliciously as he stares out into the distant skyline of gotham , physically he's here but mentally - mentally he's picturing you perched in his lap in his dress shirt as he kisses you deeply- leaving no room for air.

jason who has a whole book in which he logs everything about you , little doodles of you, things you mention off hand what you want , what you dislike - little knick knacks that would easily be dismissed but when it comes to you - he notices everything.

he's silent in his obsession, he wouldn't take you , not immediately, he's a patient man , a man who's savors the best bite for last.

he's seen how hasty his other brothers are with their obsessions - how their haste leaves them unprepared and their obsessions get little silly ideas of freedom.

not him - certainly not you , no you would not get such silly ideas , he rather have you depend on him , need him , crave him the way he craves you . he wants you begging, crawling your way back to him - to openly want him.

that the idea of not wanting him , the idea of running a way , of falling in love with a normal lovestruck boy sounds so funny and absurdly distant.

he's the type of man to sip on a bottle of scotch as he watches you through large , sleek monitors that display footage from the cameras hidden so carefully around your house.

his eyes practically zero in on the way you eat and drink while you focus on your show - a part of him longs to be there , to share that moment with you but the other half longs to pluck such scrappy utensils from your delicate hands and feed you himself.

in public - the very rare times that he goes out , often it's just him zooming down your block in his sleek , black , bmw s1000 rr . he always catches you shyly, peaking through your blinds to watch him .

he's a man of foreplay- of course, he makes sure to flex his tone , tan arms when he revves down the street - would always nod his head towards you and chuckle as you scramble away - embrassed he caught you.

he thinks it's silly you do that - he's yours , body , mind , soul , flesh , blood , everything as you are to him. if he needs to tattoo his name into your skin to remind you he will.

he also has your name tattooed above his heart and your initials marked into the side of his ring finger - a perment testament to his eternal , unwavering devotion towards you.

thank you for reading

[nottslove]

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Pairing: hacker!theo x spy!reader 1.1k words Summary: theo nott, professional, wanted hacker, has been keeping a close eye on you, the spy hired to track him down. little do you know, the more you search, the harder the search grows— mainly because theo knows you're looking for him. after following a lead blindly, you somehow land in danger and theo, who has been watching you, calls the cops to pull you out of your risky situation. as a thank you, he expects a little show...

Warnings: 18+, smut under the cut, voyeurism, somewhat stalking, exploitation, semi-public, dirty talk, cursing, not for minors.

WATCHING you had become an obsession. That was almost all he did, day and night.

Every room, every corner of your house was monitored. At first, he tried to convince himself he was doing it because it was his job. But when he began to skip sleeping to watch you sleep, he realized it ran much deeper than just that.

You, of course, were clueless about the whole ordeal. You performed your routine as you normally did, without ever suspecting that you were being hacked, watched.

You woke up early, trained in your private training room, practiced firing shots, worked out in your personal indoor gym, went for a swim, then ate and used your computer to follow up on your latest mission.

You were supposed to find one of the most wanted hackers in the country, whose identity was a complete secret, and you were positive you had a name, and perhaps a location.

Theo was watching, a smirk plastered across his lips as you searched for him. But he was too good.

His identity had remained a secret for a long time, and would continue to remain so until he decided otherwise.

"Oh, pretty girl, you'll never find me," he crooned, a soft chuckle spilling past his lips as every link you clicked took you to a dead end.

Frustrated beyond measure, you finally decided to search a dating website for something, anything.

And then, you found someone whose profile matched the one you were looking for.

"Bingo—" you whispered victoriously, staring at the profile of a young man in his early twenties.

"Hate to break it to you, Princess, but that's not me," Theo murmured to himself, lighting a cigarette as he watched you through one of the little screens around him, zooming in on your low-cut top. "Cute top though... Nice rack you got over there..."

Your laptop screen was duplicated across his as you created your own profile for an online dating site, after you came across your suspect on the website.

He was there, reading all those messages you sent, all the flirting between you and your suspect, his blood boiling with every picture you kept attaching to keep this man interested.

And then, you agreed to meet this suspect of yours. You hadn't bothered with a wire, you were confident you could handle him on your own— with two knives strapped to one thigh and a gun strapped to the other underneath your satin minidress.

Little did you know, Theo had already bugged your phone, already gotten your every movement displayed all over his screen.

He tracked you entering the restaurant, he tracked you waiting there for hours... then, he noticed you taking the shortcut back home, walking through the park... but when he noticed you moving towards an abandoned alley on the map across his display, he instantly called the cops and gave them your exact location.

Turns out, you were wrong. Your suspect was just another suspect, and the real guy you were hunting was still out there.

This guy just turned out to be some nasty creep who faked his profile to prey on young women.

You didn't know how the cops knew your exact location, or how they found out, but whatever it was, you were grateful because the cops had arrived before the creep could hurt a single hair on your head.

And when you reached home, you entered the shower first thing, trying to relax a little, before you fell asleep, unaware that Theo had zoomed into your bedroom, so that it now covered his entire screen.

"I deserve a thank you for that, don't I, pretty?" he remarked, even though he was well aware you couldn't hear him at all, zooming in on your figure, who had just come out of the shower and was now wrapped in a tiny towel that barely covered you. "After all, I did save that pretty little ass of yours back there... Gonna give me a little show?"

As if you had heard his words, you picked out a pair of satin shorts and a matching camisole, placing it on the bed as you pranced around your room in your tiny towel.

You were unaware of his watchful gaze, observing you, unaware he was so fucking hard underneath his joggers, his ringed fingers resting on his waistband as he watched you with bated breath, his eyes dark, jealous of every tiny, water droplet that clung to your sacred skin.

After you dried your hair, you took off your towel and let it slide to the floor while you got changed.

Unfortunately for Theo, your back was towards the camera. A groan slipped past his lips when he realized he wouldn't be able to see those pretty tits of yours.

Fortunately for him, he would have a nice picture of your ass.

And when he zoomed in to your plump rear, he nearly came in his pants.

He could feel his precum stain his new boxers, a loud groan leaving his lips as he slid his joggers down, taking out his cock and fisting it, spreading the precum down the length.

He gives it a few pumps, just imagining what it would be like to bend you over the bed and fuck you from behind, pull your hair back into a ponytail and manhandle you the way he wants, because he knows you can take it.

He closes his eyes, groans spilling past his lips as he begins jerking his cock in his hand, his eyes opening when he hears a small grunt of frustration from his screen— your pajama top fell when you were about to put it on.

As you bend over, you give Theo the most beautiful view of your ass, his eyes glued to the screen as he jerks off.

"Fuck—" he hisses, pumping his hand up and down his shaft, quickening his pace as he approaches his climax. "Such a cute fuckin' ass..."

Right before you slide your shorts on, he takes a screenshot, then closes his eyes, grunts of pleasure leaving him.

His cock throbs and pulses in his hand, his rings adding a delicious friction as he slides his hand faster, not even bothering to conceal his moans.

He gasps your name as he finally climaxes, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his lower abs clenching with the surge of pleasure that flooded through him, the thick, sticky liquid now sliding down his screen, across the screenshot of your pretty, little ass.

Not even bothering to clean his mess up, his eyes flicker over to his other screen, where you're scrolling through your phone, tucked under the sheets of your bed, completely oblivious to it all.

His head slams against his table.

"Fuck— I'm screwed..."

not proofread, wrote this in such a hurry. lmk if i missed anything.

tags: @the-sylver-dragon, @clairesblouse

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[katsukikitten]

cum here

Warnings: spit, dub con

A Bakugou Birthday collab read the intro on the ML first!

A notification pulls your attention in your tipsy stupor as you collapse half dressed in your bed. Another successful night out with your girlfriends when your favorite pro hero posts a picture.

A thirst trap no less making you pop up in bed, the room spins delightfully as you stare down at the picture, screen shooting it without a care that he may get a notification for it but you were sure that you wouldn't be the only one.

Bakugou Katsuki, THE Dynamight with his shirt up exposing his abs, his Adonis belt and the vein that leads down to what has to be his fat cock.

You salivate over the thought of it and the several shots of tequila have you feeling bold, although your friends would argue you'd have been this bold sober simply because of how much you spoke about him even if most of the public thought he was an asshole you claimed that's what made him so fucking hot.

Pushing up your tits and angling your phone just right before you snap a photo and attach it to a very public reply before you slip into his dms to send a little something extra.

Bakugou's phone becomes nuclear to say the least, blown up from how many replies and notifications has gotten in such a short time. Each and every woman and the few male prospects are more than attractive and yet none make his cock jump to life, not fully anyway.

Until he sees you, tapping on the picture to make it full screen.

Soft fat tits pressed together, skin aglow in the ambient low light of warm string lights. Tongue lolling past pretty lips, wet muscle most likely fluttering before you took the picture. Obvious that you waited long enough for drool to drip from the tip in a silvery string as some droplets collected on those perfect tits. Pinching his screen to zoom in on your sexy mouth he imagines pressing his angry cock head against before he shoved his length until you gagged around him.

He groans at the thought, zooming out to take in all of you before he finally reads the caption..

Cum here.

“Fuck.” He growls, clicking on your profile, going to privately message you in hopes of more pictures. Palm moving to free his cock from his boxers when he sees you messaged him first.

Sharing your location with the pro hero like a fucking idiot. What if Bakugou had been hacked?

And here you were offering yourself up on a silver platter.

Cum here echoes in his head as he backs out to your selfie and before he can talk himself out of it he's jumping back into the tight black denim that never made it past his thighs.

You lock your phone falling back into your bed after you've seen that he's read your messages. Sighing as you hadn't expected much else, especially since it was his birthday and half of the feed were thirst traps of others tagging Dynamight in hopes of getting his attention. He ignored every single one of them, even from well known models and porn stars, so what chance did you really have?

Still, it was fun to be a little delusional every now and again.

Fireworks echo in the distance and you're surprised the spring festival was going this late into the night. Never one to miss a good show you rise from your bed, topless and half drunk to watch the last of the fireworks before you'd pass out, sleep well past noon before ordering a fat order or take out.

Leaving the sliding glass door open when the cool night air makes you shiver and regret foregoing a shirt. Eyes adjusting to the dark easily but your eyebrow furrows up in confusion. You hear the fireworks but you can't see them.

At least not well, a small orange burst that makes you wonder if maybe they aren't fireworks at all, that maybe it was just a villain making their grand escape.

Scoffing you turn, closing the sliding glass door only for it to be stopped in its tracks. Looking up for see a hulking shirtless man shrouded in darkness on your balcony. Smoke, caramel and whisky envelope your senses as the man breathes evenly behind you. You blink once, twice before you register his eye color.

Toxic, crystalline bromine.

"Dynamight?”

“In the flesh, Sweetheart.” He removes his hand from the frame of the door, takes a step towards you and you step back.

Stalking forward until you're both fully in the room and he delights in the mixture of emotions in your eyes. Fear, excitement, arousal.

“Haaah, what's wrong? Little kitty is acting more like a cornered bunny. Ya scared?” He leers over you, crowding your space, “Shouldn't be. Yer the one who invited the big bad wolf.”

Grabbing onto your chin to turn your pretty face this way and that, he doesn't even need to force his eyes away from your chest, your face captivates him that much. He runs his tongue across his teeth before he smirks.

“Now where am I supposed to cum again?” His large thumb swipes over your plush lips before he shoves it between them, forcing your mouth open.

He tries to recreate the picture you sent him, watches the wet muscle flutter and it makes him salivate. Makes him gather it in his mouth before he's pushing it the tip of his tongue letting his spit hit your tongue.

“Right here wasn't it?” He mixes his spit with yours with his thumb, pressing down on your tongue harshly. He watches your eyes widen before they narrow, into that hungry cat gaze that was in your photo.

Eyes that devour him whole as you hollow your cheeks to suck on his thumb. Swirling it around the digit before you pop off of him, the lewd sound echoing around the two of you.

You're fast, faster than Bakugou, especially drunk, expects. Jumping onto him and wrapping your legs around his waist, bucking your hips to make him fall onto the bed with a grunt as your tongue slides into his mouth. He paws at you heavily, grabbing at all your delicious softness as he growls into your mouth, calloused hands still warm from his journey here. Launching himself into the air that did little to sober him after he stalked your profile enough to get your apartment floor and balcony right.

Your claws dig into the nape of his neck as you bring him into a sitting position parting the kiss slowly, letting the silvery string that connects the two of you snap on its own.

“Gonna let me take care of the birthday boy and his special request?” You practically purr, crawling down his body as your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers and jeans. All but ripping them from his body even when he lifts his hips to help you free his cock while he grunts out a “‘Course.”

It stands at attention, jumping as your eyes fixate on the one thing you've fucked yourself to the thought of hundreds of times. Drunk all over again, eyes falling to half mast as your hand grips him firmly, listening to him hiss over the contact before you give him a few languid pumps.

Hovering over him for a moment before you look up, watching his pupils blown wide, wider than what they were at the door. Soft almost unnoticeable red tint to his cheeks as he tries to control his breath.

“Try not to fall in love.” You giggle, lolling your tongue out to swipe over the leaking slit in a quick stripe.

“Ya wish, Sweetheart.” But already his head is falling back, hands reaching to grab at your hair before you swipe him away.

Slowly taking him into your mouth, hand gripping what you can't fit into your mouth, letting his fat cock head gag so that your throat contacts the same way your cunt would. Saliva pooling past your lips to coat his shaft, gagging again when you hear him groan before you start a steady pace.

Bobbing your head, alternating hollowing your cheeks and letting him ram into the back of your throat. Giggling when you push his head into the pocket of your cheek, holding eye contact and he reaches down to pull his balls harshly.

He's never been this close to cumming with such little effort.

You let your molars graze him lightly before straightening him in your mouth again. Sure to hit your gag reflex purposefully so that his pre and your spit soak his neatly trimmed pubic hair that's starting to slick to his skin.

If you're lucky he'll stay long enough for your pussy to do that to him too. Cunt neglected as it soaks your underwear as you adjust your weight on your knees for some sort of friction.

Moaning around him when he groans loudly, at his hisses and growls of sugared curses that do nothing but encourage your sinful movements.

Katsuki is panting, the man with all the endurance in the world is fighting the building coil in his lower abdomen and losing.

Bakugou Katsuki never loses but tonight he just might.

Letting his fingers card through your hair before he's pulling harshly, still you don't budge. Lost in your mission to make this last as long as possible by changing from a speed that's bound to make his cum flood your mouth to a slow bob that has you gagging around his sensitive head every time.

Letting your eyes flicker to look up at him and his debauched face, throughly fucked out as his chest heaves eyes fixated on you even as he struggles to hold his head up as if he couldn't bare to look away from.the things you do to him.

The sight is enough to make your eyes flutter, to make you moan around him and the vibrations make his sac tighten, moving your hand so you can shove all of him deep into your tight throat, tears in your eyes that stick in long lashes and fall in fat droplets as you bob on his entire length, once, twice.

And he can't take it, the sight, your eyes all but begging him to cum as you choke yourself on him, as if his pleasure was more important than air.

“Oh fuck princess, just like that.” He groans, cupping the back of your skull as he presses enough to make you gag one last time before he bucks his hips up into you. Starving you of air as your nose is pressed to his pelvic bone while he paints your pretty throat in sticky white cum, your claws digging into the thick meat of his thighs deliciously.

Finally he lets you up and you gasp desperately for air even if you found his aggression as he chased his high undeniably hot. You expect him to smirk, expect him to laugh or to leave pulling up his pants in a hurry but he doesn't.

Instead his large hand grips your chin, pulling you to him as his free hand comes to wrap around your sensitive ribs. Closing the space so that he can kiss you, swiping his tongue over yours shamefully groaning into your mouth as he tastes himself mixed with your spit.

“Fuck.” He pulls you onto the bed, flipping the two of you so he can pin you to the mattress chasing your lips desperately. His other hand has a mind of its own as it rips your panties from your hot core, fingers quick to press and spread your glistening folds. Cruelly avoiding your clit before he shoves two thick digits knuckle deep into your drooling cunt.

Forcing you to arch off the bed, pumping into you with a harsh pace, fingers perfectly positioned to bully that spongy spot that has you seeing stars before he times it perfectly.

Pulling away enough to look you in your eyes before he slowly, roughly, swipes his thumb over your clit and makes you cum in a matter of seconds, faster than any toy. You arch off the bed with a moan so loud you're sure the neighbors know his name now, little do you know what else he has in store.

Removing his middle and ring finger from your fluttering cunt reluctantly, quick to press the digits to his tongue harshly. Smoky caramel fills your senses as his palm heats against the fabric by your head. Leaning over you again to swipe his tongue against yours to taste the two of you melded together in your hot, hungry mouth. He pulls away, hand gently cupping your throat as he holds your gaze, cock heavy and hard again as he aligns it with your still convulsing entrance.

“Sorry Sweetheart, guess I fell in love.” He bullies himself into you in one harsh thrust and you're seeing stars again.

“Now I gotta return the favor.”