Ladies and gentlemen, the conclusion to "Molly For The Weekend." Happy New Year!

What Izuku would call obsessiveness, Nejire called it pragmatism. There was nothing wrong sharing between lovers. She didn't even want to call it rape. Rape was a terrible word and that word produces trouble. She liked to compare their lovemaking to cod liver oil. Taste nasty at first but in the end, one knows that it is good for them. Nejire knew that his heart belonged to her. Deep within that cinnamon baked goodness was a boy of inner strength and inner wisdom. He just needed to get his brain back on track.

"As much as I want to ingest more of your sweet milk," she told Izuku as she gripped his shaft. "There is another place that hasn't gotten a taste." She patted his balls. "And I don't want my other mouth to be neglected." She giggled loudly. "I mean, especially when she has yet to partake anything yet."

"Nejire," he spoke fearfully. "Think for a second."

"The only thing I want you to think about is what kind of names for our children, darling!"

"Nejire, please," he begged the damsel.

"Nope!" She winked as she braced herself for her pussy began its maiden voyage. She winced as she felt his dick break through her hymen. She shuddered as she felt her maidenhood weeping for joy.

Her pussy was tight, thought Izuku. It was confirmed as he saw blood sliding down his dick. She was a virgin. He begged God for forgiveness. Nejire shouted with glee.

"You have made me into a woman! You have made me into a woman! My cinnamon roll made me into a woman!" She was feeling like she was on Cloud Nine. She adjusted her cavern so she can get used to the feeling. She started thrusting so she can feel the sensation. "Hmm," she moaned tenderly. "There is no turning back, baby. I am looking ahead with you and I. You are my man now."

She leaned back as she gyrated her hips. Every stroke, Izuku felt the folds of her pussy entrapping his penis. It felt like a vacuum as he took sharp breaths, covering his moans. Nejire laughed loudly as she began squeezing her nipples. She took strong strokes, but careful to not promote an orgasm. Although she had close to cumming, she wasn't ready to take in the seeds of Izuku; or at least not now.

Tell me how it feels," she asked him.

"It feels good. Like my dick is on fire," he responded. Without thinking, he grabbed her ass and pressed firmly on her cheeks. He felt wrong for doing this.

"Catching on quickly, aren't you," she said. "Now, I am going to step it up further. Your body needs to adapt to how I like it."

She quickly rocked his shaft, moaning loudly and uttered his name under her breath. She returned to the position where Izuku was. She stood up, pressing her back to him. She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around him. He absentmindedly grabbed her soft, luscious breasts, touching her erected nipples. He went from touching her breasts to gripping her supple, ripped ass.

"Catching on, my dear," she said. "That is right. Know my spots, know my taste because that is the only thing you are going to know for the rest of your days."

He didn't answer. It didn't matter to Nejire. Her prize was in front of her. Even if he denies it, she was going to have him.

Nejire began humming with her mouth, which gave the emerald-haired teen shivers along with vibrations from his dick. He thrust upward, intensifying the moment as he was getting ready to come. Nejire was waiting for this moment. She felt his dick protruding into her womb.

"There you go, Izuku, my cinnamon roll. Enter the special spot of where I have you in control."

"Nejire, I am there. I am gonna cum," he cried to her as he spurted his seed inside of her. His dick twitched, releasing every content into her womb. She welcomed each spurt with love, filling the warm confines of her womb. She kept her eyes on Izuku, making sure he was witnessing her expression as she was ebbing in the pleasure.

He was panting, but still looking at Nejire's smiling face. She gave a slight, devilish smirk. She didn't leave right away. She wanted a few moments of filling his hot seed inside of her. "You were great, Izuku. I can never get away from this feeling. I won't ever let you get unfamiliar with my pussy. You're mine now, Izuku. You are my boyfriend."

"Did you know what you have done," questioned Izuku worriedly. We are too young for this. You've just raped me. Plus, without a condom. What about the risk of pregnancy? We're still in school! We aren't ready to be parents!"

"Oh, Izuku, dear. So sweet. Thinking already of our future." She pulled herself off of him. A trail of semen dribbled down to her leg. "Don't worry, boyfriend. I am on the pill (lying)."

"On the pill? Earlier, you said…" It was interrupted by another kiss. She wanted one more taste of her cinnamon roll.

"I just wanted to know the feeling of your hot seed inside of me. To think I am grateful for skipping dinner." She rubbed her stomach. "'Cause I am stuffed."

Izuku began to frown. This wasn't how his day was supposed to be. And all he wanted to do was enjoy his day and head to the arcade. God damn you, Mom! God damn you very much!

Later….

Nejire gave him ointment in case of soreness. That didn't stop Nejire from jerking him off a couple of times before he was finally able to put his clothes on. She stood next to him as he produced an excuse to not hang with the guys tonight. Afterward, he phoned his mother, producing another lie, that he was sleeping over at Katsuki's.

And not spending the night at Nejire's place.

Much later….

Nejire's studio apartment was quite normal. It was simple and modest, no different than any other apartment in the city. It was kept clean. He could even smell a hint of lavender in the air.

Seeing her area was like a wonderland for comic driven recluses. The walls were a deep red that pulsed in the light sprinkled with various posters, mostly of strange Japanese cartoon shows. Her comforter was pulled over her bed, even though she hadn't cleaned it. The result was lumps of varying sizes and shapes and the comforter was weighed down by her laptop. A desk sat in one corner, littered with wadded up pieces of paper and pens. A few shelves were pushed against the walls and filled with books. Some books sat on the floor in front of the shelves.

He was trying to find better things to say without noticing the canvas/shrine dedicated to him.

She excused herself as she went to the bathroom to "freshen up."

While he was putting on his pajamas, she returned. His mouth was agape when he saw that she was wearing a pink see-through nightgown. He stood awestruck. She turned out the lights.

"Let's go to bed, darling," she told him. "Don't look so sad." Nejire poked Izuku's nose and held him close, brushing a strand of emerald-colored hair away from his face. He sniffed and buried his face in her chest. "It's okay! I am here. I won't leave you. I won't forsake you. I know you love me, too."

"Yeah," said Izuku.

They locked hands as they were in bed. She told him that she was going to sing him a lullaby.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

You're my darling, yes you are.

She cradled him to her bosom, brushing her fingers through his hair, shushing him and kissing him.

Soon you want to marry me.

Or I'll hang you from the highest tree.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

You're my darling, yes you are.

"Good night, Izuku honey. Get some rest."

Izuku didn't respond. He was too exhausted to speak.

"Don't worry. Even if you don't feel the same way. I know you, you won't ever leave friends behind," she said before giving him the final kiss of the night.

As much as Izuku was objecting this, she wasn't lying. It could have been worse, he thought.

At least it wasn't Camie.

The End?

I check his Facebook every few minutes for my cinnamon roll's green dot, then I could engage him in some banter. Between times I did my research on topics he liked so that I could be more informed, more interesting and cooler than the new bitch he called a girlfriend. But now I can barely look. Every other post is of him and that fucking bitch, Nejire, in swimwear. She smiles vacuously from each shot, pouting, head tilted, showing her new tan against her blue hair. I could snap her pretty neck in two.

She's just a toy really, but boys can be so precious about their toys, can't they? I'd be dead to him if he ever found out. It kills me to type light-hearted comments and click "like" but I have to. Anyway, he will be back in a week from his family vacation. I remember how pissed Nejire was when she couldn't go with him and his family. However, she was certain that she could keep contact at all times. The dumb bitch even locked his cock. The nerve of that slut. Poor Izuku baby.

That's okay and I've almost finished installing the bugs and cams. He'll return to well-watered plants and a happy cat (and he doesn't have a pet).

Then I can sit back and gather intel. The more I know the better plan I can devise. Then he'll really be happy, he'll get the woman he deserves, someone who really loves him. That woman, Camie Utsushimi.

I am coming for you, my precious Izuku.

To be continued...for real this time….