Pairing: Villain!Shigaraki Tomura x Pro-hero!fem reader
Summary: A Pro-hero Halloween party goes wrong due to an attack and you are held captive by the Villain Shigaraki Tomura who seems to have a manic obsession with you.
Content warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, knife play, fear play, degradation, humiliation, mind break, coercion, bondage. Shiggy is unhinged and reader is helpless.
Word count: 2.3k
A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium’s “After Dark” collab. Please check out the masterlist of this collab and support the work of all the other amazing authors and artists:))
isnt proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.
Being a pro-hero was a taxing job and on most days it took everything in you to make it through a single day. But on days like this, you suppose your job had quite a few enjoyable perks. One of those being the Halloween party that you and your pro-hero friends threw every year. No matter how busy they all were, every single one of them made sure to mark their calendars just for this day. It was the one day where all of you let loose, drank alcohol to the point of blacking out and lived “normal” lives. Just for this one day.
Each year one of you took the responsibility to host the party and this year it was Todoroki’s turn. The party was in his fancy mansion this year and suffice to say you expected it to be rather sophisticated compared to the crazy party that Denki threw last year.
You were surprised, to say the least when you walked into the heavily decorated mansion. It seems that Shoto had decided to pull out all the stops this year and the mansion looked a lot like a set of a horror movie. There were carved out pumpkins, lanterns and ghostlike figures scattered all over the yard. There seemed to be a device constantly emitting smoke, adding to the spooky illusion of the house.
As you walked towards the door, you noticed the inside of the house was packed with people and loud music was booming through the speakers and the energy was infectious. Upon entering the house, you were blinded by the shimmering party lights and the sheer amount of people gathered in the house. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had the thought that this was probably the safest place considering the sheer amount of pro-heroes all gathered in one place. You were bubbling with excitement and pure adrenaline at the thought of how memorable this night was going to be.
And a memorable night it was. To be honest, you had no idea how it happened. None of you expected the league of villains to attack you, after years of radio silence, and that too at your annual Halloween party where all of you had your guard down. Your memory was hazy, maybe the hit to your head was the reason why, but you felt rather guilty at the thought of being vulnerable when your responsibility as a Pro was to never show weakness.
As these thoughts came rushing into your head, you realised that your hands and legs were bound to a chair and you felt the panic settling in. One of the first things they taught you as a pro was to never panic and always look at the situation from an objective and logical point of view. But it was proving rather difficult to be objective when you were drunk and completely caught off guard.
You lulled your intrusive thoughts and tried to assess your surroundings. You were in a dark room with a few scattered chairs and a table with a bunch of equipment that you couldn’t see very clearly. You were alone in the room and from the looks of it, you were the only one who was captured. Unless they were keeping all the victims in a different room, but that seemed quite unlikely.
You tested the strength of the ropes and tried to see in what way you could escape. This was one of the few times you wished your Quirk was something more practical and hands-on. Your quirk allowed you to control the body of a person for a few minutes as soon as you made contact with their skin. But the handicap was that if someone knew about your quirk, they would make sure they never came in contact with your skin in the first place. This is why you trained so hard to improve your combat skills but there wasn’t much you could do while being bound to a chair.
You were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a door creaking open and a shadowy figure started to walk towards you. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw that the person standing in front of you was none other than the infamous villain - Shigaraki Tomura. You were surprised to see that the head of the league was confronting you directly when you weren’t even one of the strongest heroes. You tried to figure out what exactly he wanted from you.
“Happy Halloween miss y/n! How is life as a Pro treating you?” he asked, in his dull monotone voice. He was grinning down at you, as though he found your predicament rather hilarious. “Seems to be treating you pretty well considering how you heroes have the time to celebrate Halloween and party rather than protect the people you so generously care about!” he taunted, with no regard to you whatsoever.
“It’s a little hard to protect people when I am tied up to a chair, don’t you think?” you said, with disdain dripping from your tone. That seemed to wipe the grin right off his face only for a more nefarious look to replace his previous expression. Seems like he truly noticed your presence after you spoke to him. You had heard about how Shigaraki had a broken sense of what was right and wrong and he toed the fine line between insane and truly unhinged quite heedlessly.
All of a sudden, he pulled a shiny knife from his back pocket and ran his fingers gently over the surface of the knife. “I know all about you, pro hero. I know I can’t touch you and in a way, it works for the both of us don’t you think? Because now I can’t use my quirk on you without touching you and if I do that, we would both be at a stalemate I suppose. But that makes things so much more fun!” he said maniacally. “What do you want from me, Shigaraki?” you asked, exhaustion evident in your words.
“What do I want? Well, the simple answer is that I hate all Pro-heroes and capturing one and torturing them will surely make the Heroes take the League more seriously. But the real and more complicated answer is that I’ve been watching you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I want you. And the fact that we can’t touch each other makes this so much more exhilarating for me. Don’t you feel it too? The electricity between us?” he asked while looking at you as though you understood exactly what he is talking about.
The knife glinted in the light and there seemed to be a shine in his eyes as he looked at the knife and then back at you. “I don’t want you and I can’t help you either, so either kill me or just let me go,” you said impassively. “That’s quite a skimpy outfit for a Pro, don’t you think?” he asked, while completely ignoring your statement. He skimmed the knife lightly over the tiny straps of your top and your skin erupted in goosebumps. He seemed to enjoy the sight and pulled at the straps of your top with his knife.
You were relieved at the thought that he wouldn’t directly touch you, but the knife on your skin made you feel so helpless and weak. You were paralysed with fear and you knew that moving your body would only make it riskier for you. You prayed that someone would come and save you because there was absolutely no way you were getting out of this situation without any help.
“Your skin is so soft and flawless, I wonder how it’d look if I cut you up just a little bit!” he said in a dazed voice. “Will you still be appealing to me if you were filled with scars just like me?” he wondered aloud. Your pride wouldn’t allow you to beg him for mercy but every second the knife was on your skin, you felt yourself succumbing to the weakness.
Being a hero for you never really involved a true threat to your life, your quirk always led to you being part of stealth missions rather than facing villains head-on. But at this moment, you realised just how easy you had it for you. Is this what the others went through every day? The imminent threat to your life led to your senses being extra heightened.
You were feeling everything, the lights in the room were too bright, your clothes felt too itchy and the knife felt cold but smooth in your skin. The cold made you shudder and you lightly struggled against your bonds. “It seems like you’re enjoying this,” he said with delight. He cut the straps of your top with the knife and your top was barely hanging on to your chest.
“I don’t know what I want more, for you to be naked before me or for you to be begging me to touch you with the knife,” he remarked. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the knife rest lightly on your neck. “I want to show you just how much I want you but this is the only way I can. Imagine the knife on your neck is the same as my hands choking you if I could touch you.”
Your mind went to a dark place and your body seemed to be out of its senses. Your nippled hardened as he moved the knife from your neck and skimmed it to the front of your top and pulled till it ripped apart in two pieces. You were panting as he kept running the cool knife over your nipples over and over again. “You like this don’t you? You may lie to me with your words but your body craves this. I always knew there was a reason you caught my eye. You’re not like the others, you see the world differently don’t you? I can show you so much more if you give in to me” he whispered in your ear, his mouth just an inch away from your skin.
“You may not want to admit it now, but I’m gonna show just how much of a slut you are,” he said hysterically. The knife resting on your left nipple travelled down to the apex of your thighs. He ran the knife over both of your thighs repeatedly till you felt your wetness sticking between your thighs. You were so incredibly turned on and you hated your body for betraying you like this. Why were you enjoying this? Why were you not speaking up or trying to escape or doing anything? How could you let yourself be rendered so useless?
Paying no mind to your inner turmoil, Shigaraki tugged at your skirt with the knife till it was rolled up to your waist. He licked his lips at the sight of your puffy little cunt straining against the lace panties you had on. He could smell your arousal and you could see the growing bulge he was sporting. He placed the flat surface of the knife straight over your clit and you jolted in your seat. It was too cold and the fear was making everything unbearable.
“Stay still or else you’ll be bleeding all over the floor” he said in a sing-song voice. Taking heed of his warning, you stayed utterly still, even though your entire body was begging for something, anything. He started to rub the flat surface of the knife over pussy lips and you seemed to get impossibly wetter. Your thighs were slightly shaking and your breathing was shallow. You heard someone moan and realised that it was you and the effect of the knife shigaraki was using on you.
After a few more minutes of teasing you by rubbing the knife over your panties, he decided that he wanted them off. He slid the point end of the knife inside your panties and pulled till he heard the satisfying rip of clothes being torn. He was greeted by the sight of your soaking wet pussy and it took everything in him to not just take you right there.
He once again pressed the flat end of the knife over your pussy and this time you moaned so loud it was a wonder nobody heard you. “I bet the cold feels so good against your wet pussy doesn’t it?” he asked. You nodded your head mindlessly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he moved the knife over your clit. “You know you won’t be able to get off like this, beg for it and I can make it so much easier for you” he whispered huskily.
The sight of your hips bucking slightly against the knife, trying to chase any kind of friction, was so erotic to him. He wanted to give you what you needed but that wouldn’t happen unless you admitted that you were weak and under his mercy. He would give you whatever you needed as long as you remembered where you stood. “Come on, just beg baby, don’t you want this torture to end? Your pussy must feel so empty, clenching against nothing, desperately waiting to be filled. Give in and you can have that!” he taunted.
God you wanted to give in. The press of the knife over your clit was driving you insane and it was getting harder and harder to force your hips to stay still. You never knew lust could be so all-consuming. Maybe it was lust or maybe it was chasing a good feeling when your life was under threat, but all you know is that you wanted this. You wanted to feel good in such a horrible situation and you were willing to do whatever it takes. Even if that meant begging your captor to let you cum.
“Please please please, just do something. I’m going i-insane and I can’t take this an-anymore. Please, I beg you.” you sobbed out. It felt horrible saying those words to him, guilt seeping into every nerve in your body. But as soon as you felt the handle of the knife slide into your throbbing hole, all you knew and felt was pleasure at its finest.
Pairing: Villain!Shigaraki Tomura x Pro-hero!fem reader
Summary: A Pro-hero Halloween party goes wrong due to an attack and you are held captive by the Villain Shigaraki Tomura who seems to have a manic obsession with you.
Content warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, knife play, fear play, degradation, humiliation, mind break, coercion, bondage. Shiggy is unhinged and reader is helpless.
Word count: 2.3k
A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium’s “After Dark” collab. Please check out the masterlist of this collab and support the work of all the other amazing authors and artists:))
isnt proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.
Being a pro-hero was a taxing job and on most days it took everything in you to make it through a single day. But on days like this, you suppose your job had quite a few enjoyable perks. One of those being the Halloween party that you and your pro-hero friends threw every year. No matter how busy they all were, every single one of them made sure to mark their calendars just for this day. It was the one day where all of you let loose, drank alcohol to the point of blacking out and lived “normal” lives. Just for this one day.
Each year one of you took the responsibility to host the party and this year it was Todoroki’s turn. The party was in his fancy mansion this year and suffice to say you expected it to be rather sophisticated compared to the crazy party that Denki threw last year.
You were surprised, to say the least when you walked into the heavily decorated mansion. It seems that Shoto had decided to pull out all the stops this year and the mansion looked a lot like a set of a horror movie. There were carved out pumpkins, lanterns and ghostlike figures scattered all over the yard. There seemed to be a device constantly emitting smoke, adding to the spooky illusion of the house.
As you walked towards the door, you noticed the inside of the house was packed with people and loud music was booming through the speakers and the energy was infectious. Upon entering the house, you were blinded by the shimmering party lights and the sheer amount of people gathered in the house. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had the thought that this was probably the safest place considering the sheer amount of pro-heroes all gathered in one place. You were bubbling with excitement and pure adrenaline at the thought of how memorable this night was going to be.
And a memorable night it was. To be honest, you had no idea how it happened. None of you expected the league of villains to attack you, after years of radio silence, and that too at your annual Halloween party where all of you had your guard down. Your memory was hazy, maybe the hit to your head was the reason why, but you felt rather guilty at the thought of being vulnerable when your responsibility as a Pro was to never show weakness.
As these thoughts came rushing into your head, you realised that your hands and legs were bound to a chair and you felt the panic settling in. One of the first things they taught you as a pro was to never panic and always look at the situation from an objective and logical point of view. But it was proving rather difficult to be objective when you were drunk and completely caught off guard.
You lulled your intrusive thoughts and tried to assess your surroundings. You were in a dark room with a few scattered chairs and a table with a bunch of equipment that you couldn’t see very clearly. You were alone in the room and from the looks of it, you were the only one who was captured. Unless they were keeping all the victims in a different room, but that seemed quite unlikely.
You tested the strength of the ropes and tried to see in what way you could escape. This was one of the few times you wished your Quirk was something more practical and hands-on. Your quirk allowed you to control the body of a person for a few minutes as soon as you made contact with their skin. But the handicap was that if someone knew about your quirk, they would make sure they never came in contact with your skin in the first place. This is why you trained so hard to improve your combat skills but there wasn’t much you could do while being bound to a chair.
You were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a door creaking open and a shadowy figure started to walk towards you. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw that the person standing in front of you was none other than the infamous villain - Shigaraki Tomura. You were surprised to see that the head of the league was confronting you directly when you weren’t even one of the strongest heroes. You tried to figure out what exactly he wanted from you.
“Happy Halloween miss y/n! How is life as a Pro treating you?” he asked, in his dull monotone voice. He was grinning down at you, as though he found your predicament rather hilarious. “Seems to be treating you pretty well considering how you heroes have the time to celebrate Halloween and party rather than protect the people you so generously care about!” he taunted, with no regard to you whatsoever.
“It’s a little hard to protect people when I am tied up to a chair, don’t you think?” you said, with disdain dripping from your tone. That seemed to wipe the grin right off his face only for a more nefarious look to replace his previous expression. Seems like he truly noticed your presence after you spoke to him. You had heard about how Shigaraki had a broken sense of what was right and wrong and he toed the fine line between insane and truly unhinged quite heedlessly.
All of a sudden, he pulled a shiny knife from his back pocket and ran his fingers gently over the surface of the knife. “I know all about you, pro hero. I know I can’t touch you and in a way, it works for the both of us don’t you think? Because now I can’t use my quirk on you without touching you and if I do that, we would both be at a stalemate I suppose. But that makes things so much more fun!” he said maniacally. “What do you want from me, Shigaraki?” you asked, exhaustion evident in your words.
“What do I want? Well, the simple answer is that I hate all Pro-heroes and capturing one and torturing them will surely make the Heroes take the League more seriously. But the real and more complicated answer is that I’ve been watching you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I want you. And the fact that we can’t touch each other makes this so much more exhilarating for me. Don’t you feel it too? The electricity between us?” he asked while looking at you as though you understood exactly what he is talking about.
The knife glinted in the light and there seemed to be a shine in his eyes as he looked at the knife and then back at you. “I don’t want you and I can’t help you either, so either kill me or just let me go,” you said impassively. “That’s quite a skimpy outfit for a Pro, don’t you think?” he asked, while completely ignoring your statement. He skimmed the knife lightly over the tiny straps of your top and your skin erupted in goosebumps. He seemed to enjoy the sight and pulled at the straps of your top with his knife.
You were relieved at the thought that he wouldn’t directly touch you, but the knife on your skin made you feel so helpless and weak. You were paralysed with fear and you knew that moving your body would only make it riskier for you. You prayed that someone would come and save you because there was absolutely no way you were getting out of this situation without any help.
“Your skin is so soft and flawless, I wonder how it’d look if I cut you up just a little bit!” he said in a dazed voice. “Will you still be appealing to me if you were filled with scars just like me?” he wondered aloud. Your pride wouldn’t allow you to beg him for mercy but every second the knife was on your skin, you felt yourself succumbing to the weakness.
Being a hero for you never really involved a true threat to your life, your quirk always led to you being part of stealth missions rather than facing villains head-on. But at this moment, you realised just how easy you had it for you. Is this what the others went through every day? The imminent threat to your life led to your senses being extra heightened.
You were feeling everything, the lights in the room were too bright, your clothes felt too itchy and the knife felt cold but smooth in your skin. The cold made you shudder and you lightly struggled against your bonds. “It seems like you’re enjoying this,” he said with delight. He cut the straps of your top with the knife and your top was barely hanging on to your chest.
“I don’t know what I want more, for you to be naked before me or for you to be begging me to touch you with the knife,” he remarked. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the knife rest lightly on your neck. “I want to show you just how much I want you but this is the only way I can. Imagine the knife on your neck is the same as my hands choking you if I could touch you.”
Your mind went to a dark place and your body seemed to be out of its senses. Your nippled hardened as he moved the knife from your neck and skimmed it to the front of your top and pulled till it ripped apart in two pieces. You were panting as he kept running the cool knife over your nipples over and over again. “You like this don’t you? You may lie to me with your words but your body craves this. I always knew there was a reason you caught my eye. You’re not like the others, you see the world differently don’t you? I can show you so much more if you give in to me” he whispered in your ear, his mouth just an inch away from your skin.
“You may not want to admit it now, but I’m gonna show just how much of a slut you are,” he said hysterically. The knife resting on your left nipple travelled down to the apex of your thighs. He ran the knife over both of your thighs repeatedly till you felt your wetness sticking between your thighs. You were so incredibly turned on and you hated your body for betraying you like this. Why were you enjoying this? Why were you not speaking up or trying to escape or doing anything? How could you let yourself be rendered so useless?
Paying no mind to your inner turmoil, Shigaraki tugged at your skirt with the knife till it was rolled up to your waist. He licked his lips at the sight of your puffy little cunt straining against the lace panties you had on. He could smell your arousal and you could see the growing bulge he was sporting. He placed the flat surface of the knife straight over your clit and you jolted in your seat. It was too cold and the fear was making everything unbearable.
“Stay still or else you’ll be bleeding all over the floor” he said in a sing-song voice. Taking heed of his warning, you stayed utterly still, even though your entire body was begging for something, anything. He started to rub the flat surface of the knife over pussy lips and you seemed to get impossibly wetter. Your thighs were slightly shaking and your breathing was shallow. You heard someone moan and realised that it was you and the effect of the knife shigaraki was using on you.
After a few more minutes of teasing you by rubbing the knife over your panties, he decided that he wanted them off. He slid the point end of the knife inside your panties and pulled till he heard the satisfying rip of clothes being torn. He was greeted by the sight of your soaking wet pussy and it took everything in him to not just take you right there.
He once again pressed the flat end of the knife over your pussy and this time you moaned so loud it was a wonder nobody heard you. “I bet the cold feels so good against your wet pussy doesn’t it?” he asked. You nodded your head mindlessly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he moved the knife over your clit. “You know you won’t be able to get off like this, beg for it and I can make it so much easier for you” he whispered huskily.
The sight of your hips bucking slightly against the knife, trying to chase any kind of friction, was so erotic to him. He wanted to give you what you needed but that wouldn’t happen unless you admitted that you were weak and under his mercy. He would give you whatever you needed as long as you remembered where you stood. “Come on, just beg baby, don’t you want this torture to end? Your pussy must feel so empty, clenching against nothing, desperately waiting to be filled. Give in and you can have that!” he taunted.
God you wanted to give in. The press of the knife over your clit was driving you insane and it was getting harder and harder to force your hips to stay still. You never knew lust could be so all-consuming. Maybe it was lust or maybe it was chasing a good feeling when your life was under threat, but all you know is that you wanted this. You wanted to feel good in such a horrible situation and you were willing to do whatever it takes. Even if that meant begging your captor to let you cum.
“Please please please, just do something. I’m going i-insane and I can’t take this an-anymore. Please, I beg you.” you sobbed out. It felt horrible saying those words to him, guilt seeping into every nerve in your body. But as soon as you felt the handle of the knife slide into your throbbing hole, all you knew and felt was pleasure at its finest.
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Pairing: Villain!Shigaraki Tomura x Pro-hero!fem reader
Summary: A Pro-hero Halloween party goes wrong due to an attack and you are held captive by the Villain Shigaraki Tomura who seems to have a manic obsession with you.
Content warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, knife play, fear play, degradation, humiliation, mind break, coercion, bondage. Shiggy is unhinged and reader is helpless.
Word count: 2.3k
A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium’s “After Dark” collab. Please check out the masterlist of this collab and support the work of all the other amazing authors and artists:))
isnt proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.
Being a pro-hero was a taxing job and on most days it took everything in you to make it through a single day. But on days like this, you suppose your job had quite a few enjoyable perks. One of those being the Halloween party that you and your pro-hero friends threw every year. No matter how busy they all were, every single one of them made sure to mark their calendars just for this day. It was the one day where all of you let loose, drank alcohol to the point of blacking out and lived “normal” lives. Just for this one day.
Each year one of you took the responsibility to host the party and this year it was Todoroki’s turn. The party was in his fancy mansion this year and suffice to say you expected it to be rather sophisticated compared to the crazy party that Denki threw last year.
You were surprised, to say the least when you walked into the heavily decorated mansion. It seems that Shoto had decided to pull out all the stops this year and the mansion looked a lot like a set of a horror movie. There were carved out pumpkins, lanterns and ghostlike figures scattered all over the yard. There seemed to be a device constantly emitting smoke, adding to the spooky illusion of the house.
As you walked towards the door, you noticed the inside of the house was packed with people and loud music was booming through the speakers and the energy was infectious. Upon entering the house, you were blinded by the shimmering party lights and the sheer amount of people gathered in the house. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had the thought that this was probably the safest place considering the sheer amount of pro-heroes all gathered in one place. You were bubbling with excitement and pure adrenaline at the thought of how memorable this night was going to be.
And a memorable night it was. To be honest, you had no idea how it happened. None of you expected the league of villains to attack you, after years of radio silence, and that too at your annual Halloween party where all of you had your guard down. Your memory was hazy, maybe the hit to your head was the reason why, but you felt rather guilty at the thought of being vulnerable when your responsibility as a Pro was to never show weakness.
As these thoughts came rushing into your head, you realised that your hands and legs were bound to a chair and you felt the panic settling in. One of the first things they taught you as a pro was to never panic and always look at the situation from an objective and logical point of view. But it was proving rather difficult to be objective when you were drunk and completely caught off guard.
You lulled your intrusive thoughts and tried to assess your surroundings. You were in a dark room with a few scattered chairs and a table with a bunch of equipment that you couldn’t see very clearly. You were alone in the room and from the looks of it, you were the only one who was captured. Unless they were keeping all the victims in a different room, but that seemed quite unlikely.
You tested the strength of the ropes and tried to see in what way you could escape. This was one of the few times you wished your Quirk was something more practical and hands-on. Your quirk allowed you to control the body of a person for a few minutes as soon as you made contact with their skin. But the handicap was that if someone knew about your quirk, they would make sure they never came in contact with your skin in the first place. This is why you trained so hard to improve your combat skills but there wasn’t much you could do while being bound to a chair.
You were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a door creaking open and a shadowy figure started to walk towards you. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw that the person standing in front of you was none other than the infamous villain - Shigaraki Tomura. You were surprised to see that the head of the league was confronting you directly when you weren’t even one of the strongest heroes. You tried to figure out what exactly he wanted from you.
“Happy Halloween miss y/n! How is life as a Pro treating you?” he asked, in his dull monotone voice. He was grinning down at you, as though he found your predicament rather hilarious. “Seems to be treating you pretty well considering how you heroes have the time to celebrate Halloween and party rather than protect the people you so generously care about!” he taunted, with no regard to you whatsoever.
“It’s a little hard to protect people when I am tied up to a chair, don’t you think?” you said, with disdain dripping from your tone. That seemed to wipe the grin right off his face only for a more nefarious look to replace his previous expression. Seems like he truly noticed your presence after you spoke to him. You had heard about how Shigaraki had a broken sense of what was right and wrong and he toed the fine line between insane and truly unhinged quite heedlessly.
All of a sudden, he pulled a shiny knife from his back pocket and ran his fingers gently over the surface of the knife. “I know all about you, pro hero. I know I can’t touch you and in a way, it works for the both of us don’t you think? Because now I can’t use my quirk on you without touching you and if I do that, we would both be at a stalemate I suppose. But that makes things so much more fun!” he said maniacally. “What do you want from me, Shigaraki?” you asked, exhaustion evident in your words.
“What do I want? Well, the simple answer is that I hate all Pro-heroes and capturing one and torturing them will surely make the Heroes take the League more seriously. But the real and more complicated answer is that I’ve been watching you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I want you. And the fact that we can’t touch each other makes this so much more exhilarating for me. Don’t you feel it too? The electricity between us?” he asked while looking at you as though you understood exactly what he is talking about.
The knife glinted in the light and there seemed to be a shine in his eyes as he looked at the knife and then back at you. “I don’t want you and I can’t help you either, so either kill me or just let me go,” you said impassively. “That’s quite a skimpy outfit for a Pro, don’t you think?” he asked, while completely ignoring your statement. He skimmed the knife lightly over the tiny straps of your top and your skin erupted in goosebumps. He seemed to enjoy the sight and pulled at the straps of your top with his knife.
You were relieved at the thought that he wouldn’t directly touch you, but the knife on your skin made you feel so helpless and weak. You were paralysed with fear and you knew that moving your body would only make it riskier for you. You prayed that someone would come and save you because there was absolutely no way you were getting out of this situation without any help.
“Your skin is so soft and flawless, I wonder how it’d look if I cut you up just a little bit!” he said in a dazed voice. “Will you still be appealing to me if you were filled with scars just like me?” he wondered aloud. Your pride wouldn’t allow you to beg him for mercy but every second the knife was on your skin, you felt yourself succumbing to the weakness.
Being a hero for you never really involved a true threat to your life, your quirk always led to you being part of stealth missions rather than facing villains head-on. But at this moment, you realised just how easy you had it for you. Is this what the others went through every day? The imminent threat to your life led to your senses being extra heightened.
You were feeling everything, the lights in the room were too bright, your clothes felt too itchy and the knife felt cold but smooth in your skin. The cold made you shudder and you lightly struggled against your bonds. “It seems like you’re enjoying this,” he said with delight. He cut the straps of your top with the knife and your top was barely hanging on to your chest.
“I don’t know what I want more, for you to be naked before me or for you to be begging me to touch you with the knife,” he remarked. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the knife rest lightly on your neck. “I want to show you just how much I want you but this is the only way I can. Imagine the knife on your neck is the same as my hands choking you if I could touch you.”
Your mind went to a dark place and your body seemed to be out of its senses. Your nippled hardened as he moved the knife from your neck and skimmed it to the front of your top and pulled till it ripped apart in two pieces. You were panting as he kept running the cool knife over your nipples over and over again. “You like this don’t you? You may lie to me with your words but your body craves this. I always knew there was a reason you caught my eye. You’re not like the others, you see the world differently don’t you? I can show you so much more if you give in to me” he whispered in your ear, his mouth just an inch away from your skin.
“You may not want to admit it now, but I’m gonna show just how much of a slut you are,” he said hysterically. The knife resting on your left nipple travelled down to the apex of your thighs. He ran the knife over both of your thighs repeatedly till you felt your wetness sticking between your thighs. You were so incredibly turned on and you hated your body for betraying you like this. Why were you enjoying this? Why were you not speaking up or trying to escape or doing anything? How could you let yourself be rendered so useless?
Paying no mind to your inner turmoil, Shigaraki tugged at your skirt with the knife till it was rolled up to your waist. He licked his lips at the sight of your puffy little cunt straining against the lace panties you had on. He could smell your arousal and you could see the growing bulge he was sporting. He placed the flat surface of the knife straight over your clit and you jolted in your seat. It was too cold and the fear was making everything unbearable.
“Stay still or else you’ll be bleeding all over the floor” he said in a sing-song voice. Taking heed of his warning, you stayed utterly still, even though your entire body was begging for something, anything. He started to rub the flat surface of the knife over pussy lips and you seemed to get impossibly wetter. Your thighs were slightly shaking and your breathing was shallow. You heard someone moan and realised that it was you and the effect of the knife shigaraki was using on you.
After a few more minutes of teasing you by rubbing the knife over your panties, he decided that he wanted them off. He slid the point end of the knife inside your panties and pulled till he heard the satisfying rip of clothes being torn. He was greeted by the sight of your soaking wet pussy and it took everything in him to not just take you right there.
He once again pressed the flat end of the knife over your pussy and this time you moaned so loud it was a wonder nobody heard you. “I bet the cold feels so good against your wet pussy doesn’t it?” he asked. You nodded your head mindlessly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he moved the knife over your clit. “You know you won’t be able to get off like this, beg for it and I can make it so much easier for you” he whispered huskily.
The sight of your hips bucking slightly against the knife, trying to chase any kind of friction, was so erotic to him. He wanted to give you what you needed but that wouldn’t happen unless you admitted that you were weak and under his mercy. He would give you whatever you needed as long as you remembered where you stood. “Come on, just beg baby, don’t you want this torture to end? Your pussy must feel so empty, clenching against nothing, desperately waiting to be filled. Give in and you can have that!” he taunted.
God you wanted to give in. The press of the knife over your clit was driving you insane and it was getting harder and harder to force your hips to stay still. You never knew lust could be so all-consuming. Maybe it was lust or maybe it was chasing a good feeling when your life was under threat, but all you know is that you wanted this. You wanted to feel good in such a horrible situation and you were willing to do whatever it takes. Even if that meant begging your captor to let you cum.
“Please please please, just do something. I’m going i-insane and I can’t take this an-anymore. Please, I beg you.” you sobbed out. It felt horrible saying those words to him, guilt seeping into every nerve in your body. But as soon as you felt the handle of the knife slide into your throbbing hole, all you knew and felt was pleasure at its finest.
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hanma likes to cum inside you, he likes to see it drip from your pretty little cunt all the way to your ass. He knows he’s a piece of shit and cant show you how important you are to him, so he’d rather claim you by spilling his seed inside you. That’s his way of saying he cares.
and when he uses his fingers to push the leaking cum back inside you and you whimper and look at him with that glazed look in your eyes? He swears to god he’s in love.
warnings not sfw, f. masturbation, use of toys, slight mentions of toxic relationship/possessive behavior
notes happy lia day!! birthday gift for my libra princess @liaslight
Hanma adores his little princess.
He adores your pretty face and the smell of your perfume and the unwavering devotion in your eyes when he catches you looking at him. He adores when you play dress-up for him, flouncing around in little skirts and delicate lace and sleek stilettos newly unwrapped in a flurry of tissue paper and bows (he's sorry for forgetting your anniversary, he swears!).
He especially adores your tight little cunt, always dripping for him and begging to be split open, and the bratty attitude he has to fuck you of you almost daily. At your worst, you could be so whiny, stage-5 clingy, scoffing at his sharp warnings to cut the shit, princess - just begging to be taught a lesson. He'll bunch up the silk of your dress between his fingers and fuck you right there on the floor, face kept pressed to the carpet by a hand at the back of your neck. You were always so well-behaved with your panties pushed aside to make room for his thick cock.
He adores you, but god were you testing his patience today.
You had obviously lost your mind when you decided to prop your phone up against the foot of your bed (after a good 10 minutes dedicated to testing angles, he was sure). The nerve to record your little show, flaunting your defiance. You're always been a little dumb, but touching yourself without his approval? With video proof delivered straight to his inbox? You were playing a dangerous game.
Hanma had rules. They were simple, easy to follow - even for someone as dense as his little angel. His cruelest of all - under no circumstances were you permitted to touch yourself, to play with his pussy, without permission. Had you forgotten who owned little cunt?
It was a stupid idea, thought of in passing - the result of a persistent, itching feeling of neglect. Hanma's presence was domineering, even from god-knows how many miles away, and normally that was enough to keep you submissive. But there had been a growing need in your tummy, in your cunt all day and you were sick of ignoring it - sick of being ignored.
You'd done your hair, done your makeup, picked out the prettiest set of lingerie - Hanma's favorite, you knew, the only one consistently spared the fate of being ripped to shreds - and slid out the box stored under your bed strictly to be touched by your boyfriend only. A pretty glass dildo, big enough to fill you up but not nearly enough to stretch you out like your boyfriend does (he'd made sure of it), and a small bullet vibrator are set aside before the box is returned to its home, neatly hidden away.
The duvet is soft when you finally sink into it, phone camera angled just so, set up to perfectly capture every detail of your brazen performance. Trembling fingers press record and with a forced smile you take your place center stage. Nerves threaten to overwhelm you - the determination to make him feel guilty for neglecting his poor, needy girlfriend carrying you through on shaky legs.
You start out slow, perched on your knees while you make a show of running your hands along your body, across the soft skin of your thighs, up your stomach. The lace decorating your body is thin, sheer enough to ensure Hanma sees your peaked nipples begging for attention, watch the way the lace starts to cling to your cunt as you soak through the fabric.
You're sensual, indulgent, letting your hands flow against your skin. There's a flush to your cheeks, a heat that radiates through you as light fingers trace along the scalloped edge of your panties, threatening to dip beneath before you pull them back to continue. Not used to being on edge without stimulation for so long, you're already struggling to ignore the throbbing, the warmth spreading across your core, desperate to reach your hand down and rub the ache away.
A few more minutes. More teasing. More denying and finally you're letting your fingers brush across your nipples, a choked whimper pulled from you at the sudden stimulation. It's good, so good you think you could cum from the circles rubbed through the lace and when you pinch the buds your entire body tenses, electricity crackling down your spine.
You know the lace covering your poor cunt is likely ruined by now, can feel your wetness slicked across your thighs and gentle fingers skim down your body, run across your sloppy, covered folds to confirm. On instinct your hips roll against the soft touch and the friction is too good to stop, body arching over with your hand braced on the bed in front of you.
Indulging in a few more rolls of your hips before you still yourself, you slip the sloppy fabric down your thighs - hoping the camera catches the glistening strings of arousal pulled from your pussy with the action. Slipping a pillow beneath your hips and lying on your back you reach down, clumsy fingers playing with your swollen clit until you're right there, pulling away just before you come undone.
It's almost painful how needy you are, how worked up you've gotten yourself by the time you reach for the toys you've kept hidden away under a pillow. The glass dildo comes first, cool and smooth in your hand when you make a show of parting your folds for the camera, running it along your slit.
A few beats pass before you return the toy to your slicked-up cunt, this time playing at the entrance to your tight hole - dipping in just enough to feel the stretch, shallowly fucking into your greedy little pussy.
Your little whines are broken up by the sound of the vibrator buzzing to life and you take your time with that as well, shivering at the circles traced around your chest, tickling down your stomach before resting it on your clit. The highest setting, the slightest pressure and you're sliding fully into your aching cunt with a loud, desperate moan.
It's so good, so good and you know you won't last long - the tension left by your teasing already dragging you to the very edge. You mewl softly, and your head tilts back against the pillow, your toes curl into the duvet as you chase your high.
Your breath comes in little pants now, mewls turn into soft chants of Shuuji, Shuuji, Shuuji as your cunt tightens around the glass toy - the slide of the ridges almost unbearable against your sensitive walls. It's too much, you're drunk on pleasure, fear and guilt pushed to the back of your mind as you cry and tremble and race towards your orgasm.
The force of it sends you into the sweetest daze and for a moment you’re floating, lips parted in a moan and thighs trembling as the tension in your tummy snaps and sends pleasure rushing through you.
It takes what feels like ages for you to come down from your high, limbs heavy and senses clouded over when you force yourself up, crawling on shaky limbs to where your phone rests at the end of the bed, still perfectly placed.
The last thing shown before the screen goes black is your pretty, fucked-out face smiling softly at the camera and you have the audacity to wink before the recording stops.
The shadow of a smirk plays at Hanma’s lips as your little video comes to an end, flooded with ideas of how to teach you a lesson. He’d make you regret your disobedience - fuck you straight, wreck that little princess pussy - by the time he was done with you, you’d never even consider acting out again.
Summary: Working as Kuroo’s new intern was hard since he seemed hell bent on being a complete asshole to you. After asking him for a holiday, you end up finding yourself in a compromising position with your boss, who you absolutely despise.
Content Warnings: Dub-con, Blackmail, degradation, dumbification, bullying, hate fucking, oral sex (male receiving), face/throat fucking, hair pulling, use of slut and whore, sir kink, crying, dacryphilia, bondage, slight slapping, cum eating, shoe fucking¿. That’s about it but if i missed anything lmk please. ALL CHARACTER ARE AGED UP (POST TIMESKIP)
Word Count: 3.k
A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium's 'Crying and Creaming' collab. Please check out the masterlist of the collab to see the work of all the other amazing authors and artists :))
Thank you to @oneblonded and @stopisa for beta reading <33
You hated work. Absolutely despised your office and everyone in it. Especially your boss. You wondered why you had to come in everyday and subject yourself to his torture. These thoughts swirled in your head as you walked towards your boss’ cabin with a steaming cup of hot coffee. He usually takes an espresso shot but today he requested you get him a decaf. Working as his intern was hard, he found flaws in everything you did.
As you set his coffee down on his desk, he looked up from his screen, staring at the coffee with molten eyes. Kuroo Tetsuro might be a complete asshole, but he was undeniably gorgeous and anyone would be blind to not notice it. He stared at the coffee for a solid minute before asking in his cold voice, “where is my espresso?”
“S-sir, you said you wanted decaf today, so that’s what I got you.” you stuttered out knowing that for some reason you fucked up. “Well now I changed my mind and I want an espresso,” he said with a tone of indifference. You were shocked at his antics, how dare he change his mind at the last second. “Well am I gonna have to wait all day or will I be getting my coffee soon?” he mocked. “Yes sir I’ll be back with your espresso.” you said with anger seeping through your voice.
You suppose you should be used to it by now. It’s been three months since you started here and he has not let up on you even once. If it was up to you, you would’ve left the week after you started here, but you needed this job because it paid surprisingly well. Maybe it wasn’t much of a surprise considering how much bullshit you had to deal with here.
Kuroo thinks you’re horribly dumb. Based on how many mistakes you’ve made since you started here, he would’ve fired you within the first week of you starting here. But you were such a pretty thing to look at, so he kept you around. And you started to get the hang of the work after a few weeks, but he just couldn’t help but mess with you just to see your face twist up in anger. You were so helpless and all you could do was just sit and take whatever he dished out, even though it might not have been your fault. He loved it. He relished the control and power he had over you.
He was burdened with work today so he more or less left you alone after the espresso incident. You kept your distance to a minimum too and spoke to him only when necessary. As he swirled around his chair, wondering what exactly he wanted to do with you, because even though you were fun to mess with, you weren’t exactly an asset to the company. And his duties as a boss came before his needs as a man. He was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of your heels clicking on his office floor. You walked towards him with a bunch of files in your hand. “Sir I got the files regarding the new client, where would you like me to keep them?” you asked. He pointed towards the table towards his right, swirling his chair to watch you walk to the table. Did he need the files to be put on that table? No, not really. They would've been more useful on his desk, but he wanted to see you walk to the table and bend over as you put the files down. You had a beautiful body and anybody would be a fool to not notice that. You probably noticed him staring, but it’s not like you could say anything and if you were really uncomfortable you would’ve called him out. He knows this because you did exactly that when another co-worker had stared at you inappropriately.
It was getting dark out there and it seemed like it was just the two of you on the floor. You shuffled on your feet nervously before asking “Sir I’d like it if I could have tomorrow and day after off for some personal reasons.” Huh, so you wanted a two day break without telling him why. “What personal reasons?” he asked as he stood up from his chair, walking towards the front of his desk and leaning on it. You were a little flustered from both his question and the proximity between the two of you. “Uh, I don’t think it’s necessary for me to tell you why I need the holiday and I say this with utmost respect” you said defiantly, your tone was the complete opposite of utmost respect.
So this is how you wanted to play it out, he thought and tried his best to suppress the grin that was forming in his face.
“Well if you want a break I need to know why and if you don’t want to tell me then I guess I can’t allow you the two days off” he said casually while loosening his tie. God why did he have to be so fucking good looking. It was making it hard for you to stand your ground and get what you want. You knew you weren’t the best worker and you made more mistakes than a lot of people here, but why did he pick on you and only you? Truth be told, you were scared of him and scared of losing this job, but there was only so much you could take before you snapped.
“I don’t think you need to be privy of my personal life and if you aren’t willing to give me the holiday I’m more than okay with you cutting my salary for the days off” you said, anger evident in your voice. “Miss y/n if you want to walk out of here with a job, you’re just gonna have to tell me why you need the holiday.” he stated simply while looking at you with something unreadable in his gaze. Dread washed over you at the possibility of losing your job and you realised you had no choice but to give in to him. “I have to go out of town for my friend’s wedding” you said while gritting your teeth in frustration.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” he smirked down at you, clearly pleased with the fact that he won. God you hated him and hated that stupid smirk on his face. He walked closer to you and all you could do was stare at the hint of skin that was visible after he unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and loosened his tie. Why did he have to be so attractive? It was a damn shame that he was a dickhead even though he looked like that.
“So is it okay if I take two days off?” you asked, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning the argument. “Hm, I suppose so. But I’d like it if you work for a few more hours today so that you could get some actual work done before you leave for your holiday” he taunted. “I’m sorry but what do you mean by actual work sir?” you asked, irritation clearly evident in your tone. It was probably a huge mistake talking to him like this considering he was your boss, but you had enough and you were done taking his shit.
He seemed to be enjoying himself as you got more and more irritated. “I suppose the meaning of actual work would be lost on someone like you anyway” he said with his voice cold and his grin even colder. He was clearly looking down on you and testing your patience. “Let’s see, did you send in the shipping updates for the London client?” he asked, and shit you clearly forgot about that. “Uh- no, i’ll get on it right away” you said while averting your eyes from his gaze. “How about the minutes for today’s meeting? Did you email it to everyone present there?” he asked, knowing very well you didn’t do it. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll finish all of it right now if you excuse me” you stuttered. “I’m not done yet. What about the cost sheet I asked you to make yesterday? I suppose you forgot about that as well” he said, veiled anger and irritation seeping through his tone.
“The reason I asked why you wanted to take two days off is because I simply could not let the most incompetent worker in my company take days off for a stupid reason. You are on thin ice y/n and taking days off while not doing most of your work is clearly not helping your case” he stated with authority.
“I’m so sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make up for my insubordination?” you asked, clearly worried about the prospect of losing your job. At this point, you were ready to do whatever it takes to get on his good side. This job paid for your rent and living expenses and with the market so bad, you knew if you were fired it would take months for you to get another job. If you had to suck up your pride for keeping this job, you would without hesitation no matter how much you hated him.
“Well there is something you can do, but I’m not sure if you’re going to like it” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “I-I’ll do anything sir, I really need this job” you answered honestly. “If that’s the case then get on your knees” he said casually while standing up to his full height.
Your mind went blank. He wanted you to get on your knees. You knew what that implied and never in your life did you think you would be here in this position. But the thought of being on your knees in front of him didn’t fill you with disgust. You were scared and surprised but not opposed to it. You hated him for making you do this, even though you were the one who offered to do anything.
You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him say, “I don’t have all day and if you want me to go easy on your incompetence then be a doll and get on your knees.” God this was so so wrong but you did as he said and got down on your knees, looking up at him and waiting for his next instructions. “Let’s see if this mouth of yours is any good, yeah?” he said with a shit eating grin.
He took off his belt and walked behind you. He crouched down to your level and you were confused as to what exactly he was doing. Then you felt your hands being pulled back and tied with his belt. You felt a tinge of panic but it turned you on knowing you were immobile and completely under his mercy. He stood up and walked in front of you. He put two fingers below your chin and made you look up at him and said, “you look so pretty like this.”
His hand left your chin and went to work unbuttoning his pants, all while holding eye contact with you. He pulled the zipper down and finally pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your eyes widened at the size of him. There’s no way you could take him all the way in your mouth and you felt genuine terror at the thought of doing so. You couldn’t help yourself when you said, “You’re so big.” “Yeah? And you’re gonna take all of it.” he commanded.
You gulped as you looked at his dick. He was long and thick, with tiny veins running through the shaft. His tip was flushed pink and tilted slightly to the left. His hand came up to grip your hair from the back and he forcibly tilted your chin up, making you look at his face. His other hand gripped his dick and he tapped your lips with it. “Open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out,” he said.
You did as you were told and he pushed himself inside your mouth, groaning at the feeling of the wet heat. You looked up at him, blinking innocently and waiting for his instructions on what to do next.
His grip on your hair tightened and he pushed your head down. Fuck he was so big and you were sure you couldn’t take him any deeper than this. You tried to pull back a little but he was having none of that and pushed your head all the way down. Tears started to spill from your eyes and you gagged on dick. He pulled you back, watching in awe as you coughed and spluttered. He slapped your left cheek with his hard length and said “do you want more?” he asked while he kept slapping your cheeks lightly with his dick. “Yes, I do,” you begged. This whole act was so demeaning but you were incredibly turned on. You felt your panties get slick with arousal and it frustrated you knowing your hands were restrained and you couldn’t pleasure yourself. “Yes what?” he asked in his domineering voice, while rubbing precum all over your lips. “Yes sir,” you replied obediently.
He pushed you down on his length again and this time you willingly took all of him inside your throat. It was uncomfortable but the thought that he was pleased was bringing you pleasure. “Such a good little slut” he said while his hips started to move, lightly fucking your mouth. You moaned around his length and the vibrations of your mouth made him groan. “This is all you’re good for aren’t you? Your dumb little brain clearly doesn’t work but it doesn’t matter when your mouth is full right?” he said condescendingly.
The degradation seemed to make you wetter and your hips started to move, trying to get some friction to alleviate the tension between your legs. Kuroo noticed and said, “What a dirty little slut! This is turning you on isn’t it? Well you’re not gonna get any relief because this is a punishment” he said as he pulled out of your mouth. You hated him so much but at this moment all you wanted was to be his obedient little slut. You moved forward to take him back in your mouth, your face flushed and eyes full of tears. “Beg.” he said while teasing you by hovering his length near your lips.
You were sobbing now, lip trembling and eyes watering as you said, “p-please sir, I want you in my mouth, please!” Kuroo was enjoying this too much, he knew you were an idiot but to think you’d be so cock drunk made him harder than what he already was. He let you take him back into your mouth and then he stroked your hair and said, “such a good slut, if only you’d put this much effort in your work, then we wouldn’t be here now would we?” Then he started to facefuck you, his hips pushing into you and shaking your whole body with the force. You started to gag and choke loudly, your mouth so full of him. You could taste his precum and you hollowed your cheeks and tried to keep up with his thrusts.
As you bobbed your head on his dick, you felt something near your clit and you jolted in surprise upon realising that it was his shoe. He lifted his shoe so that it rubbed against your slit and you moaned around him at the friction. “Since you’re being so obedient, I’ll let you get yourself off on my shoe,” he said while thrusting into your mouth. You were so wet and needy that you greedily obliged and started to move your hips on his shoe. The friction on your clit felt so good and you were so sensitive and turned on that just a little touch could make you cum. You chased your own high while letting Kuroo use your mouth as he pleased.
“You got my shoe dirty with how wet you are. You’re gonna lick it all clean after we’re done aren’t you? That’s how bad you want this job, don’t you baby?” he said through gritted teeth. The thought of him making you do something so demeaning made you clench and you started to move your hips faster, desperate to finally reach the peak. The vibrations from your mouth were bringing closer and closer to his orgasm and after thrusting for a few more seconds, he pulled out of you, fucking his fist while watching you chase your own high.
He looked so good with his sleeves rolled up and the veins in his hands flexed as he moved his fist up and down his length. Your senses were clouded and when he lifted his foot up to apply more pressure to your clit, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You whimpered as you finally came, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure. Seeing you like this was enough for Kuroo, and you could see he was close.
“You want my cum don’t you baby? Stick your tongue out for me.” he said and you obliged. He stroked himself once, twice and then groaned as he came all over your tongue and face. You patiently waited till he was done, eyes closed in pleasure. You swallowed all of his cum and looked up at him with doe eyes. He used his thumb to gather the cum that was on your cheek, and then pushed it inside your mouth. You sucked at his thumb greedily, moaning at his taste.
“This is all you’re ever gonna be good for, baby. But it’s okay right? You’re happy being my cumslut aren’t you?” he said. He didn’t wait for your answer as he tucked himself back inside his pants and bent down to untie your hands. After fixing himself up, he said “Enjoy your holiday miss y/n.” and walked out of his office, leaving you wondering what exactly you got yourself into.
Summary: Working as Kuroo’s new intern was hard since he seemed hell bent on being a complete asshole to you. After asking him for a holiday, you end up finding yourself in a compromising position with your boss, who you absolutely despise.
Content Warnings: Dub-con, Blackmail, degradation, dumbification, bullying, hate fucking, oral sex (male receiving), face/throat fucking, hair pulling, use of slut and whore, sir kink, crying, dacryphilia, bondage, slight slapping, cum eating, shoe fucking¿. That’s about it but if i missed anything lmk please. ALL CHARACTER ARE AGED UP (POST TIMESKIP)
Word Count: 3.k
A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium's 'Crying and Creaming' collab. Please check out the masterlist of the collab to see the work of all the other amazing authors and artists :))
Thank you to @oneblonded and @stopisa for beta reading <33
You hated work. Absolutely despised your office and everyone in it. Especially your boss. You wondered why you had to come in everyday and subject yourself to his torture. These thoughts swirled in your head as you walked towards your boss’ cabin with a steaming cup of hot coffee. He usually takes an espresso shot but today he requested you get him a decaf. Working as his intern was hard, he found flaws in everything you did.
As you set his coffee down on his desk, he looked up from his screen, staring at the coffee with molten eyes. Kuroo Tetsuro might be a complete asshole, but he was undeniably gorgeous and anyone would be blind to not notice it. He stared at the coffee for a solid minute before asking in his cold voice, “where is my espresso?”
“S-sir, you said you wanted decaf today, so that’s what I got you.” you stuttered out knowing that for some reason you fucked up. “Well now I changed my mind and I want an espresso,” he said with a tone of indifference. You were shocked at his antics, how dare he change his mind at the last second. “Well am I gonna have to wait all day or will I be getting my coffee soon?” he mocked. “Yes sir I’ll be back with your espresso.” you said with anger seeping through your voice.
You suppose you should be used to it by now. It’s been three months since you started here and he has not let up on you even once. If it was up to you, you would’ve left the week after you started here, but you needed this job because it paid surprisingly well. Maybe it wasn’t much of a surprise considering how much bullshit you had to deal with here.
Kuroo thinks you’re horribly dumb. Based on how many mistakes you’ve made since you started here, he would’ve fired you within the first week of you starting here. But you were such a pretty thing to look at, so he kept you around. And you started to get the hang of the work after a few weeks, but he just couldn’t help but mess with you just to see your face twist up in anger. You were so helpless and all you could do was just sit and take whatever he dished out, even though it might not have been your fault. He loved it. He relished the control and power he had over you.
He was burdened with work today so he more or less left you alone after the espresso incident. You kept your distance to a minimum too and spoke to him only when necessary. As he swirled around his chair, wondering what exactly he wanted to do with you, because even though you were fun to mess with, you weren’t exactly an asset to the company. And his duties as a boss came before his needs as a man. He was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of your heels clicking on his office floor. You walked towards him with a bunch of files in your hand. “Sir I got the files regarding the new client, where would you like me to keep them?” you asked. He pointed towards the table towards his right, swirling his chair to watch you walk to the table. Did he need the files to be put on that table? No, not really. They would've been more useful on his desk, but he wanted to see you walk to the table and bend over as you put the files down. You had a beautiful body and anybody would be a fool to not notice that. You probably noticed him staring, but it’s not like you could say anything and if you were really uncomfortable you would’ve called him out. He knows this because you did exactly that when another co-worker had stared at you inappropriately.
It was getting dark out there and it seemed like it was just the two of you on the floor. You shuffled on your feet nervously before asking “Sir I’d like it if I could have tomorrow and day after off for some personal reasons.” Huh, so you wanted a two day break without telling him why. “What personal reasons?” he asked as he stood up from his chair, walking towards the front of his desk and leaning on it. You were a little flustered from both his question and the proximity between the two of you. “Uh, I don’t think it’s necessary for me to tell you why I need the holiday and I say this with utmost respect” you said defiantly, your tone was the complete opposite of utmost respect.
So this is how you wanted to play it out, he thought and tried his best to suppress the grin that was forming in his face.
“Well if you want a break I need to know why and if you don’t want to tell me then I guess I can’t allow you the two days off” he said casually while loosening his tie. God why did he have to be so fucking good looking. It was making it hard for you to stand your ground and get what you want. You knew you weren’t the best worker and you made more mistakes than a lot of people here, but why did he pick on you and only you? Truth be told, you were scared of him and scared of losing this job, but there was only so much you could take before you snapped.
“I don’t think you need to be privy of my personal life and if you aren’t willing to give me the holiday I’m more than okay with you cutting my salary for the days off” you said, anger evident in your voice. “Miss y/n if you want to walk out of here with a job, you’re just gonna have to tell me why you need the holiday.” he stated simply while looking at you with something unreadable in his gaze. Dread washed over you at the possibility of losing your job and you realised you had no choice but to give in to him. “I have to go out of town for my friend’s wedding” you said while gritting your teeth in frustration.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” he smirked down at you, clearly pleased with the fact that he won. God you hated him and hated that stupid smirk on his face. He walked closer to you and all you could do was stare at the hint of skin that was visible after he unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and loosened his tie. Why did he have to be so attractive? It was a damn shame that he was a dickhead even though he looked like that.
“So is it okay if I take two days off?” you asked, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning the argument. “Hm, I suppose so. But I’d like it if you work for a few more hours today so that you could get some actual work done before you leave for your holiday” he taunted. “I’m sorry but what do you mean by actual work sir?” you asked, irritation clearly evident in your tone. It was probably a huge mistake talking to him like this considering he was your boss, but you had enough and you were done taking his shit.
He seemed to be enjoying himself as you got more and more irritated. “I suppose the meaning of actual work would be lost on someone like you anyway” he said with his voice cold and his grin even colder. He was clearly looking down on you and testing your patience. “Let’s see, did you send in the shipping updates for the London client?” he asked, and shit you clearly forgot about that. “Uh- no, i’ll get on it right away” you said while averting your eyes from his gaze. “How about the minutes for today’s meeting? Did you email it to everyone present there?” he asked, knowing very well you didn’t do it. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll finish all of it right now if you excuse me” you stuttered. “I’m not done yet. What about the cost sheet I asked you to make yesterday? I suppose you forgot about that as well” he said, veiled anger and irritation seeping through his tone.
“The reason I asked why you wanted to take two days off is because I simply could not let the most incompetent worker in my company take days off for a stupid reason. You are on thin ice y/n and taking days off while not doing most of your work is clearly not helping your case” he stated with authority.
“I’m so sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make up for my insubordination?” you asked, clearly worried about the prospect of losing your job. At this point, you were ready to do whatever it takes to get on his good side. This job paid for your rent and living expenses and with the market so bad, you knew if you were fired it would take months for you to get another job. If you had to suck up your pride for keeping this job, you would without hesitation no matter how much you hated him.
“Well there is something you can do, but I’m not sure if you’re going to like it” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “I-I’ll do anything sir, I really need this job” you answered honestly. “If that’s the case then get on your knees” he said casually while standing up to his full height.
Your mind went blank. He wanted you to get on your knees. You knew what that implied and never in your life did you think you would be here in this position. But the thought of being on your knees in front of him didn’t fill you with disgust. You were scared and surprised but not opposed to it. You hated him for making you do this, even though you were the one who offered to do anything.
You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him say, “I don’t have all day and if you want me to go easy on your incompetence then be a doll and get on your knees.” God this was so so wrong but you did as he said and got down on your knees, looking up at him and waiting for his next instructions. “Let’s see if this mouth of yours is any good, yeah?” he said with a shit eating grin.
He took off his belt and walked behind you. He crouched down to your level and you were confused as to what exactly he was doing. Then you felt your hands being pulled back and tied with his belt. You felt a tinge of panic but it turned you on knowing you were immobile and completely under his mercy. He stood up and walked in front of you. He put two fingers below your chin and made you look up at him and said, “you look so pretty like this.”
His hand left your chin and went to work unbuttoning his pants, all while holding eye contact with you. He pulled the zipper down and finally pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your eyes widened at the size of him. There’s no way you could take him all the way in your mouth and you felt genuine terror at the thought of doing so. You couldn’t help yourself when you said, “You’re so big.” “Yeah? And you’re gonna take all of it.” he commanded.
You gulped as you looked at his dick. He was long and thick, with tiny veins running through the shaft. His tip was flushed pink and tilted slightly to the left. His hand came up to grip your hair from the back and he forcibly tilted your chin up, making you look at his face. His other hand gripped his dick and he tapped your lips with it. “Open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out,” he said.
You did as you were told and he pushed himself inside your mouth, groaning at the feeling of the wet heat. You looked up at him, blinking innocently and waiting for his instructions on what to do next.
His grip on your hair tightened and he pushed your head down. Fuck he was so big and you were sure you couldn’t take him any deeper than this. You tried to pull back a little but he was having none of that and pushed your head all the way down. Tears started to spill from your eyes and you gagged on dick. He pulled you back, watching in awe as you coughed and spluttered. He slapped your left cheek with his hard length and said “do you want more?” he asked while he kept slapping your cheeks lightly with his dick. “Yes, I do,” you begged. This whole act was so demeaning but you were incredibly turned on. You felt your panties get slick with arousal and it frustrated you knowing your hands were restrained and you couldn’t pleasure yourself. “Yes what?” he asked in his domineering voice, while rubbing precum all over your lips. “Yes sir,” you replied obediently.
He pushed you down on his length again and this time you willingly took all of him inside your throat. It was uncomfortable but the thought that he was pleased was bringing you pleasure. “Such a good little slut” he said while his hips started to move, lightly fucking your mouth. You moaned around his length and the vibrations of your mouth made him groan. “This is all you’re good for aren’t you? Your dumb little brain clearly doesn’t work but it doesn’t matter when your mouth is full right?” he said condescendingly.
The degradation seemed to make you wetter and your hips started to move, trying to get some friction to alleviate the tension between your legs. Kuroo noticed and said, “What a dirty little slut! This is turning you on isn’t it? Well you’re not gonna get any relief because this is a punishment” he said as he pulled out of your mouth. You hated him so much but at this moment all you wanted was to be his obedient little slut. You moved forward to take him back in your mouth, your face flushed and eyes full of tears. “Beg.” he said while teasing you by hovering his length near your lips.
You were sobbing now, lip trembling and eyes watering as you said, “p-please sir, I want you in my mouth, please!” Kuroo was enjoying this too much, he knew you were an idiot but to think you’d be so cock drunk made him harder than what he already was. He let you take him back into your mouth and then he stroked your hair and said, “such a good slut, if only you’d put this much effort in your work, then we wouldn’t be here now would we?” Then he started to facefuck you, his hips pushing into you and shaking your whole body with the force. You started to gag and choke loudly, your mouth so full of him. You could taste his precum and you hollowed your cheeks and tried to keep up with his thrusts.
As you bobbed your head on his dick, you felt something near your clit and you jolted in surprise upon realising that it was his shoe. He lifted his shoe so that it rubbed against your slit and you moaned around him at the friction. “Since you’re being so obedient, I’ll let you get yourself off on my shoe,” he said while thrusting into your mouth. You were so wet and needy that you greedily obliged and started to move your hips on his shoe. The friction on your clit felt so good and you were so sensitive and turned on that just a little touch could make you cum. You chased your own high while letting Kuroo use your mouth as he pleased.
“You got my shoe dirty with how wet you are. You’re gonna lick it all clean after we’re done aren’t you? That’s how bad you want this job, don’t you baby?” he said through gritted teeth. The thought of him making you do something so demeaning made you clench and you started to move your hips faster, desperate to finally reach the peak. The vibrations from your mouth were bringing closer and closer to his orgasm and after thrusting for a few more seconds, he pulled out of you, fucking his fist while watching you chase your own high.
He looked so good with his sleeves rolled up and the veins in his hands flexed as he moved his fist up and down his length. Your senses were clouded and when he lifted his foot up to apply more pressure to your clit, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You whimpered as you finally came, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure. Seeing you like this was enough for Kuroo, and you could see he was close.
“You want my cum don’t you baby? Stick your tongue out for me.” he said and you obliged. He stroked himself once, twice and then groaned as he came all over your tongue and face. You patiently waited till he was done, eyes closed in pleasure. You swallowed all of his cum and looked up at him with doe eyes. He used his thumb to gather the cum that was on your cheek, and then pushed it inside your mouth. You sucked at his thumb greedily, moaning at his taste.
“This is all you’re ever gonna be good for, baby. But it’s okay right? You’re happy being my cumslut aren’t you?” he said. He didn’t wait for your answer as he tucked himself back inside his pants and bent down to untie your hands. After fixing himself up, he said “Enjoy your holiday miss y/n.” and walked out of his office, leaving you wondering what exactly you got yourself into.
Summary: After attending a concert of the famous "Seijoh 4", reader gets invited to the band's after party. Reader hits it off with the band's drummer, Iwaizumi and the night progresses into something more. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (POST TIME-SKIP)
Content Warnings: Pining, use of alcohol, sex under the influence, choking, praise, degradation, vaginal sex, fingering, hard dom Iwa, cursing, hair pulling. Please let me know if I missed anything:)
Word Count: 5.6k. This wasn't supposed to be this long but I got carried away.
A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium's 'Bad to the Bone' collab. Please check out the masterlist of the collab to see the work of the other authors and artists:)
This picture of Iwa was my inspo for this fic, so feel free to check it out! I may write a part 2 for this idk.
University was honestly a bust. After attending classes for 5 hours your brain had officially turned into mush and you were exhausted to the bone. You lived off-campus with your best friend and your place was about 20 minutes away from uni. On your bus ride home, you proceeded to follow your daily routine of listening to your favorite band, the “Seijoh Four”.
As soon as you hit play, the gentle strumming of the guitar filled your ears. As the intensity of the strumming increased, you heard the hauntingly beautiful voice of the lead singer, Oikawa Tooru. You knew nothing about the technicalities of music but you had a feeling in your gut that he hit all the notes perfectly. And then you heard it. The low but steady thumping of the drums. As the throbbing sound rose, you felt your heart jump in your chest. You loved the beat of the drums, especially when played by Iwaizumi Hajime. Somehow, whenever you heard him play, you felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline flow through your veins where your heart was filled with a sense of gallantry. It made you feel as though you could rule the world and freedom was in the palm of your hands.
Your body was buzzing with excitement and it felt as though all your exhaustion washed away with the music. This is why you loved them - The Seijoh Four. But it was clear you had a favorite and that had to be the drummer, Iwaizumi. His artistry made you feel free of the shackles of your everyday life and for that you were grateful to him, even if you never met him. His music made you crave danger, and live life like a reckless teenager.
Sometimes you thought you were just a little too obsessed with him. There was a part of you that knew you were being too delusional, but you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of man Iwaizumi was. Was he like his music? Strong, adventurous yet steady. His physique certainly indicated that. He had the best arms you had ever seen on a man. Filled with intricate tattoos, they allured you and beckoned you to be trapped in this web. You remembered the video you saw of him playing the drums, his arms moving at an unimaginable speed, head bobbing with the rhythm of the music. He looked beautiful, rugged and definitely rough on the edges, but beautiful nonetheless.
You had to snap out of this. Everytime you heard their music, you thought of Iwaizumi and then your mind wandered down the never-ending spiral of knowing what Iwaizumi would feel like. You always prided yourself in being a logical person, you never let your emotions get the best of you, so how is it that this man, who you have never even met, managed to make you feel like you would combust from the inside. You dragged your thoughts away from him and tried to think of what you would do when you got home. You managed to distract yourself for now, burdened with the thoughts of billions of assignments you had to finish.
You heaved a sigh of relief as you finally got home. You dropped your bag and fell flat on the bed. You felt your eyes close shut and soon your body followed. But right before you could fall asleep, you felt the bed shift and when you opened your eyes, your best friend and roommate - Olivia, was staring right at you. And then she screamed. Startled, you got up with a jolt and looked at her in surprise. “What happened? Is something wrong? Why did you scream?” you frantically asked her.
Olivia started to jump around the room, squealing in excitement. “Bitch! You’re not gonna believe what I have. After this, you will have to admit that I am the greatest friend ever” she was practically screeching at this point. You rolled your eyes, “Well I won't know unless you tell me right?” And then you noticed that she seemed to be hiding something behind her back.
“Okay... okay sooooo...., I got us tickets to ‘The Seijoh Four’s’ show this Friday!!!” she squealed. “Oh-my-god no way! How did you manage to do that?! Oh my god, I can’t believe it!” you were screaming and shaking with excitement.
“Annnd that’s not all. So remember I told you about Kuroo, the guy from my economics class? Well he is friends with the band members and he has passes to the afterparty and he’s cool with the both of us tagging along. Do you believe that?! Omg, we could probably meet the band!!” she said excitedly. You didn’t quite know how to react. You were excited, obviously, but your mind immediately wandered to being able to see Iwaizumi up close and you felt a buzz through your body. You pulled Olivia in a bone crushing hug.“Thank you, thank you so much! This is honestly the best piece of news I’ve heard all week and it’s just what I needed.”
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Friday couldn’t come any faster. You and Liv were excited to say the least and had planned everything, including your outfits. Your classes seemed to be moving slower than usual, or maybe it was just because your mind was filled with thoughts of the concert. You always felt connected to their music and to think you were going to actually hear it live sent shivers down your spine. And then there was the after party. The more you mulled over it, the more nervous you became. Would you actually get to talk to them? What would the members be like? You didn’t think they would be arrogant since they were a very underground band, but you can never tell with things like these. Most importantly, you wondered what he would be like. There was a huge possibility that you wouldn’t really be able to see him, but your mind couldn’t help but wander to the possibility that you could.
You snap out of your thoughts by the professor’s voice booming through the lecture hall. He spoke about the assigned work for this lecture and finally ended the class. This was your last class and as you walked out of the classroom the realisation hit you that today was Friday and in a few hours you would be at the concert. Not being able to contain your excitement, you hurried back to catch the bus ride home. The next few hours were spent with you and Liv gushing about how amazing tonight was going to be as the both of you dressed up for the night.
It was surreal. The concert hadn’t even started yet but all you could say was that it was surreal. The flashing lights, the band setting up their equipment, the crowd thrumming with excitement, all of it felt exhilarating. Some might say you sounded like a little kid, excited over something like a concert as though it was your first, but this was special to you. They were special to you. Their music helped you find your slice of heaven and now you get to see it right in front of you.
Liv and Kuroo stood beside you, talking to each other animatedly about how beautiful the set up was, but their voice was just a distant humming for you. You were too far gone in this euphoric sensation to make sense of others around you.
And then, it happened. The lights in the small concert hall went out. All eyes turned to the stage where the band stood, shrouded in darkness. A bright blue light shone on the lead singer, Oikawa and the crowd shrieked with excitement. The crowd was engulfed in silence as soon as he spoke. Oikawa started to belt out the first lyrics of the song, his soft, smooth voice filling all your senses at once.
All of a sudden, the entire stage was lit and the band began to play the song in all its glory. You felt the elation of the small but cheering crowd. Your eyes searched the stage till you saw him. Iwaizumi wore a white vest with black baggy pants. His body moved with energy as he banged the drums with all his might. His hair was sticking up wildly and his head shook with the flow of the music. And then he looked at the crowd and flashed them a smile. You were mesmerised. Starstruck.
It was as though the music had taken control of your body. You swayed, jumped and shrieked along with the crowd, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your body. There was a feeling of jubilation in the crowd as if they were both firmly solid on the ground and levitating all at once. You felt electrified and at peace at the same time. Your senses soaked the music in, gulping it and feeling it flow through your veins. You had never felt like this. You were high off the music, you were flying. You looked at Liv and smiled as you threw your head back and swayed your body with the rhythm. You knew it in your bones, you’d never forget this night.
Three hours of pure heaven. That’s what the concert felt like. And now it is over, but the night was hardly over for you. As you drove to the club where the after party was being held, Kuroo told Liv and you about how he knew the band. He met them when they were in highschool. He said they always had a passion for music and had been working on it since he knew them. You wanted to know more about Iwaizumi but you didn’t question him because you didn’t want to seem like you were prying.
As Kuroo recalled stories of his childhood, you tried your best to calm your nerves. You tried not to think about how you would react if you spoke to them.
After a 30 minute drive, you finally reached the club. Liv noticed how tense you were. “Hey babe listen, I know you’re freaking out, but remember we’re here to party and have a great time. So let’s do that, yeah?” she said while pulling you in for a side hug. You felt your nerves slowly dissipate. You were here to party and that’s exactly what you were going to do. God knows you desperately needed that.
Kuroo showed his passes to the bouncer and the three of you were ushered into the club. The strobing lights and the smell of alcohol and sweat overpowered all your senses at once. You saw the bar and decided to make a beeline for it, but before you could go any further, Kuroo stopped you. “Let’s go to the VIP section, the band’s party is up there” he said. You and Liv followed him up a set of stairs and before you knew it you were in the VIP section.
It was relatively quieter than the rest of the club and the area in general looked very posh and comfortable. There was a bar on the left side and the loud music of the club was audible, but slightly muted, as though a veil had been cast over it. You looked around, trying to find the band but it seemed like they weren’t here yet. You let out a sigh of relief tinged with a hint of disappointment.
The night was going well, way beyond your expectations. After getting a few drinks in, you and Liv let loose and lost yourself in the music. You danced wildly, like you hadn’t in years. The both of you belted out the lyrics of the songs while moving against each other. Kuroo had left the both of you alone for a while, saying he was going to talk to some of his friends for a bit.
You leaned down to Liv’s ear and said, “I’m gonna get us something to drink, my throat is parched. Do you want something?” She shook her head and said, “I’m gonna go talk to Kuroo for a bit, so you’ll be okay being alone for a while?” You nodded, “yeah sure, go ahead. I’m gonna get something to drink and rest for a bit.”
You swayed towards the bar and sat on one of the stools. You needed some water before you had any alcohol right now. You asked the bartender for a bottle of water and gulped it down as soon as you got it. “You seem to dance really well. Are you a professional?” a deep voice asked you. You turned around and found Iwaizumi Hajime sitting on the stool beside you, looking straight at you. Your mind went blank for a second, it’s like you couldn’t process what was happening right now. There was a voice in your head which told you to stop staring at him and not make a fool of yourself. But you were in complete shock. Somehow, you managed to gather your wits together and said, “Uhm no, I’m not a professional but t-thank you for the compliment.” His gaze was piercing and you quivered under it. “I’m Iwaizumi”, he said while extending a hand out. You shook his hand back and replied, “Yes of course I know. Uh I mean I attended your concert.” His eyes seemed to hold contact with you unrelentingly. “I’m Y/N.” You wish you wouldn’t stutter so much but you just couldn’t believe that he was talking to you.
You were a pretty little thing, Iwaizumi thought. From the moment he saw you dancing on the floor, hips swaying wildy with the beat, he was awestruck. And then he saw you heading towards the bar and he knew this was his chance to start a conversation with you. Maybe it was your stuttering or the way you couldn’t stop staring at him that gave away the fact that you were clearly a fan. That thought excited him, maybe even slightly stroked his ego. Your nervous stutter and the way you kept avoiding his eyes was so darn cute.
“So, how’d you like the concert?” he asked. “Oh, it was brilliant. I enjoyed every second of it. My favorite part was when you guys played the second set. It has got to be one of the best performances I’ve seen live” you replied animatedly. So you were a hardcore fan, even better. It’s rare to find fans who are so invested in the details of the show and he enjoyed hearing you complimenting their work.
“Thank you, that makes me feel reassured since I was a bit nervous before the show. But your compliment has to be the highlight of my day” he replied with a crooked grin. “O-oh, I’m glad” you shyly replied while ducking your head. You were so clearly flustered by whatever he did, he was enjoying every second of it.
“Did you come here alone y/n?” he said. He had to know if you were with someone because you were too beautiful to not make a move on. “I came with two of my friends, they’re over there” you said while pointing towards a boy and a girl standing in the corner of the bar. He saw the black spiky hair and realized you were pointing towards Kuroo. “Oh! You know Kuroo?” he asked. Please don’t be Kuroo’s girlfriend, he thought. “Not exactly, he’s my best friend’s classmate and he knew we liked your band, so he got us tickets to the party” you replied. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. So you were fair game.
“Aah makes sense. So tell me about yourself y/n” he asked. You were nervous, but not as much as before. For some reason you felt safe around him. “I’m a literature student and I have no clue what else I want to do with my life yet” you replied while shaking your head. “Literature? Wow. Why don’t I buy you a drink and you can tell me about what it’s like studying literature” he replied while scooting his stool closer to yours.
The proximity was making your head swim, he smelled good. You didn’t want your mind going in such directions, especially when you were talking to one of your favorite artists, but you couldn’t help yourself, not when he was so close to you. “I will take you up on that drink but being a literature student is a pain in the ass is all. There’s nothing fun to it” you tried to respond with a little more confidence. You were not a fool, you knew Iwaizumi was flirting with you, at least you hoped he was.
While he spoke to the bartender, you looked at him. Gosh was he beautiful. He changed his outfit after the concert. Now he wore a black tank with black cargo pants and heavy lace-up boots. Like always, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his tattoos, they seemed to draw you in. He noticed you staring. “Do you like them?” he asked, referring to his tattoos. You were embarrassed that he caught you staring and felt your cheeks heat up. “Yeah, they’re beautiful. Do they have any special meanings behind them?” you asked. “Some do, but I got some of them just because they looked good,” he replied.
You saw an intricate pattern of an S with a 4 entwined in it. Without thinking, your hand moved forward to touch it. “Is this a symbol for the band?” you asked as though in a daze. A second later you realized what you just did and you were embarrassed to say the least. “I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that, it just looked really beautiful” you replied. God now he’s going to think you are so weird for doing that and have definitely ruined your chance with him. But you were in for a surprise when he just shook his head and laughed lightly. “It’s alright. Yeah the whole band got matching tattoos the day we released our first song. And I don’t mind you touching my tattoos” he replied while fixing you with his stare. It seemed as though the whole mood in the room shifted and now you were aware of the tension between the two of you. You sipped your drink, while trying to calm yourself down. Oh god how were you supposed to respond to that. Luckily you didn’t have to.
Iwaizumi stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him, “would you like to dance?” he asked. This was really happening. Your mind really didn’t have time to process this. You mumbled a yes in a daze. He guided you to the dance floor and the music hit you with the realization that you were here, dancing with Iwaizumi Hajime.
He twirled you around, swaying your bodies with the music. You were happy. You felt as though your whole body was on fire and you were drunk on him. He smiled at you while pulling you close to him. “Is this okay?” he asked while putting his hands on your waist. You nodded and said, “it’s more than okay.” The song that was playing was sensual, at least it was in your head. Maybe it was the drinks, or the song, or just the presence of Iwaizumi, but you felt a surge of confidence flow through you. You turned around, your back against his front, and slowly slithered down against him. As you slid back up, his hands on your waist pulled you against him. He started swaying his body along with yours while his head rested on the crook of your neck. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered in your ears. The sensation of his breath against your neck made you shiver in his arms. His fingers kept drawing light circles on your skin.
You felt dizzy, it was like there was a fog of lust blanketing the both of you. You needed him, god you craved him. His touch was driving you crazy. You felt his lips lightly touch the skin behind your ears. You heard him ask, “Are you okay with this?” You were so drunk on this, you didn’t think you were capable of forming a coherent answer. Yet, you replied with a soft yes but it came out like a broken moan. His hands gripped your waist tighter and flipped you around so that you were facing him. You were met with his lust filled gaze and he was so…so goddamn close. You could feel his breath on your lips and if you moved slightly forward, you knew they’d touch. You felt one of his hands slowly slide up the length of your body as it came to rest on your throat. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip while he rested his forehead against yours. His voice was breathless as he asked, “do you want to get out of here?”
Iwaizumi was staying in a hotel temporarily, a few minutes away from the club. You texted Liv that you had gone out with Iwaizumi and promised to explain everything later.
While he hailed a cab, Iwaizumi clasped your hand tightly. You were nervous as to what was going to happen but you wanted this. You have never wanted a man as much as you did with Iwaizumi. The chemistry between the two of you felt like gasoline, one spark and it would light up in flames. Maybe you would get caught in it, but you didn’t care.
As the two of you got in the cab, Iwaizumi started to sense your nerves. He caressed your hand, trying to soothe you. “If you’re not okay with this then we can stop anytime, we don’t have to do anything. We can just talk and hang out with each other” he said. You were so in awe of him. He was respectful and the perfect gentleman. “I’m fine Iwaizumi, I want this just as much as you” you replied while scooting closer to him.
“Just call me Iwa,” he whispered. He was staring right at you and you felt your heart lurch. The effect he had on you was crazy. He could ask you to do anything. Anything at all and you would gladly do it for him.
The cab ride was pure torture. Your hands were clasped together but the both of you wanted so much more. His fingers caressing your arms caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin and you were losing your mind.
The walk from the elevator to Iwa’s room has to be the most sexually charged moment you have ever experienced. Iwa opened the door and you entered with your nerves all over the place. He shut the door as soon as you were inside and pushed you against it. “I can’t take this anymore, I need you” he said while his arms caged you. He leaned forward until your lips were lightly brushing against each other. You both stayed that way for a few seconds, breathing hard against each other, waiting to see who would lose first. You tried. You really tried to hold on for longer but your senses were overpowered with the feel of him. You pulled him by his tank and smashed your lips against his. He kissed you back passionately, drinking you in everytime your lips touched. He kept moving forward till there was no space between the two of you, your chest touching his. His hands ran over the back of your thighs till he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt bunching up as his hips touched yours. One of his hands wrapped around your hair, tilting your head to the side, giving him access to your neck.
He nibbled on your neck, slow at first but then biting into the skin. You mewled at the sensation. You could feel all of him. His hips pressing into yours and his lips on your skin. You were burning up, feverish with lust. You grabbed onto his shoulders, your hands fisting around his tank. “I want you. Now, Iwa.” you demanded.
Instead of responding, he walked the both of you towards the bed and then dropped you on it. You leaned against the headboard, feeling like a prey about to be feasted by the predator. His eyes never left yours as he came closer and closer till there was nothing left between the two of you. His fingers fiddled with the hem of your top as he said, “take this off for me, pretty girl.” It was like he had you under a spell where you felt compelled to listen to him. You held eye contact as you slowly lifted your top and threw it over your head.
He pulled you on top of him and started to leave little bites all over your neck and chest. His hands fiddled with the hook of your bra and then he flicked it open. The straps fell loosely around your shoulders and Iwa pulled them off completely while peppering your shoulder with kisses. His eyes went feral as he saw your breasts bared in front of him. His hand wrapped itself around your neck, putting just enough pressure to feel good and make you breathless. His lips found your left breast and you moaned at the sensation. He lightly bit your nipple while maintaining his hold on your neck. You felt euphoric. The lack of air mixed with the feeling of his lips had you grinding on him. Your hips moved on their own accord as you felt his hard-on pressing against your core.
His hand left your neck, giving you time to breathe. He started to move your waist on him, helping you grind against him. “Do you feel that? That’s how much I want you” he said while twisting your right nipple between his fingers. “A-ah! That feels so g-g-good Iwa” you moaned out. You pulled at his tank till he got the hint and pulled it off in one smooth move. He was gorgeous. You couldn’t stop yourself from running your hands all over him, especially his sculpted torso. You started to kiss his neck while your hand slid down the valley of his abs all the way to his bulging hard-on. But before you could do anything, his hand clasped your wrist and stopped you. “Wait” he said.
He moved you both to the edge of the bed and told you to stand up. You were confused but you did what he asked. He slowly started to unzip your skirt while looking up at you. Once your skirt was unzipped, it pooled around your legs. He slowly slid his hands up your legs, his fingertips brushing your inner thigh. The teasing was driving you mad and you needed him to touch you. He stopped at the apex of your inner thigh and gently kissed your clit through your panties. You jerked at the sudden sensation and grabbed his hair. He ran his index finger over your slit and you felt like your legs would give out at any moment. “I can feel how wet you are through your panties. Tell me how badly you want me to touch you” he commanded. His voice sends shivers down your spine. “Mm-mmh god all I can think of is your touch. I need this Iwa, please” you pleaded, while peering into his eyes.
He slid your panties down your legs and got down on his knees. You kicked them aside as soon as they touched the floor. He lifted your right leg and rested it on his shoulder and started to pepper it with kisses from the calf to the inner thigh. He nipped at your inner thigh and you felt his nose brush against your clit. The little contact had you keening and you thrust your hips towards his face. He started to kitten lick your slit. While his thumb drew light circles on your clit. “I-Iwa please, stop teas-” you stopped mid sentence as he dived into your pussy. He ate you out like you were his last meal. His tongue moved in and out of your hole and his thumb started to rub your clit with more fervor. You could feel yourself reaching the edge and your thighs started to tremble in his hold. He pulled his mouth off of you and slowly inserted his middle finger inside you. “I can feel you clenching around my finger. Don’t cum yet baby” he commanded. He inserted a second finger and started to thrust them in and out of you. You were so wet. You could hear the squelching sound of his fingers and your inner thighs were sticky with your slick. “God, look at that. You’re fucking dripping all over my fingers” he said patronisingly. He crooked his fingers inside you, making a come-hither motion. You felt him rub your spot inside and you were screaming at the sensation. “A-ah I- please! I’m..oh god” you mumbled incoherently. “Shh-shh s’okay I got you baby. Go on, cum for me” he whispered. Your whole body shuddered as you came apart on his fingers. Your hole fluttered uncontrollably on his fingers and your legs gave out from the force of your orgasm.
While coming down from your orgasm, Iwa rubbed your back to calm you down. After a few seconds, you sat down on the edge of the bed. Iwa stood in front of you and stroked your hair. You pulled him closer by the belt loops of his pants and started to unbutton them while looking up at him. He kept stroking your hair and looked at you with desire in his eyes as you pulled his pants down. You palmed him through his boxers, intimated by the size of him. He pulled away from you and slowly slid his boxers off, kicking them aside along with his pants. He was big. Your pussy clenched at the thought of taking all of him and you gulped.
He walked towards you, and lifted you by the waist. You clung to him, kissing him passionately. He sat down on the bed and positioned you on top of him. While the both of you kissed, you felt him positioning his length against your hole. You slightly lifted yourself up while your hands were on his shoulders for support. You looked down at where he was lined up against you, your wetness coating his tip. He lifted your chin up with his fingers and said, “I want your eyes on me the whole time. Got it?” You nodded while looking straight at him.
He pulled you down on him in a one swift movement and your eyes widened as you took all of him at once. He was just so big. You felt like you were being split in two. “Y-you’re so bi-big Iwa” you whined. “And you’re gonna take all of me like a good girl aren’t you?” he said. You nodded and started to move up and down his length while holding eye contact like he asked. “M-mh you feel so good baby. Keep moving, yeah just like that. Such a good fucking girl” he said. His praise egged you on and you started to move faster, wanting to please him. He was so deep inside you, you could feel him inside your gut. You felt your eyes dropping, feeling drunk on his cock. Your eyes shut and your mouth fell open, moaning about how good he felt.
You felt a light slap on your cheek. “I told you to keep your eyes on me, didn’t I? You’re so fucking cock drunk you can’t follow a simple command?” he scoffed. “M’sorry Iwa, it j-just feels so so good” you mumbled incoherently.
All of a sudden you were flipped over and found yourself on your back with Iwa on top of you. He pushed your thighs to your chest and started to thrust inside you at an unimaginable speed. You were seeing stars. He was so so deep. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and the smell of sex filled the room. Your slick was dripping everywhere. You felt an intense sensation building up inside you. This was different, you knew it was. It overwhelmed all your senses and you couldn’t think. “I-Iwa I’m oh! Fuck I’m gonna aah-” you moaned out while squirting all over his cock. Your whole body shook and quaked.
“F-fuck! That’s it, the baby. Squirt all over my cock. I’m close, m’gonna fill this pretty pussy up. You’d like that wouldn’t you? My pretty little thing” he babbled while thrusting in you like a madman. Iwa painted your walls with his cum and you felt warmth spread all over your body. He collapsed over you and the both of you breathed hard while coming down from your peaks.
Iwa cleaned you up and ran a bath for you. After helping you bathe, he wrapped you in towels and laid you down on his bed, caressing your hair. The unanswered question of what happens next lingered in the air and you worried at the thought of whether you were just a one-night stand to Iwa. You tried to come up with something to say without sounding desperate.
Iwa slid under the covers beside you and pulled you against him. “Would you like to have breakfast with me tomorrow?” he asked with a sweet sleepy smile on his face. You replied with a yes. You were content. It wasn’t much, but for now breakfast was perfect.
Hanma is such a toxic little shit. Honestly he’s the worst kind of guy ever. But when he’s fucking into you from the back, pulling your hair and using it as leverage to thrust into you, making you scream his name over and over again, calling you his favorite slut as you cream all over his cock, none of that matters.
