ProHero!Bakugo x Lawyer!Reader [Hate Sex, Exhibitionism, Bondage]
Being Bakugo’s lawyer was proven to be quite.. challenging. With the goal to finish missions quickly and earn money for his best friend’s suit, he’s quite careless with the aftermath of his actions. That’s where you come in, fixing up the files, talking to the necessary people, and nagging his ear to ‘not cause trouble next time’.
Frenemies, as they call you, you hate each others’ guts. He hates you for nagging him all the time and disturbing him, you hate him for giving you a pile of paperwork every day.
Enough is enough. Today, you find yourself storming to his penthouse, holding another lawsuit filed against him.
5,511 words.
“Pro Hero Dynamight destroys newly built Hozu Tower!”
Y/N slams the newspaper onto his desk. “What were you thinking, huh?!” She ran her hands through her hair. “5.5 Million! Did you ever think about that, huh?!”
Bakugo scratched his ear, closing his eyes to drown out her screams and footsteps. “Woman.. shut up.”
“NO! Shut up?! This is the 3rd one this month!” She yelled, pacing around his desk. “You said you were gonna be more careful, is this more careful?” She sighed, rubbing her eyes with her thumb and middle finger. “Tell me, are you STUPID?!”
He looks up at her, giving her a scoff. “This is your job to fix. So do it, don’t bother me with this.” He stood up and slammed the door shut.
She slammed her hands on his desk, frustrated. Why the hell would he keep doing this?!
Y/N stood there for a moment, staring at the door that Bakugo had just slammed in her face. The audacity of that man. How many times had she been stuck cleaning up his messes, all because he refused to take responsibility for his reckless actions? She clenched her fists, her mind racing with frustration.
With a deep breath, she turned on her heel and headed toward the window, staring out at the city below. The lights flickered as the night settled in, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing inside her. He had pushed her too far this time.
“Not again…” she muttered to herself as her phone buzzed in her pocket. A new email from the office. She glanced down at the notification, and her heart sank. Another lawsuit. Another disaster to clean up.
Her hand tightened around the phone, “Hello?”
“Ms. L/N. Have you heard?”
“Yes, yes. I’m handling it. Set up a meeting for me-“
“No, not that. Check the news.”
WHAT?! Y/N scrambles to open Google before—
“Pro Hero Dynamight destroys pavement near his own agency building! Read more here!”
That.. motherfucker.
“I’ll call you back.”
She races to his penthouse, one she’s been to way too many times. The doorman recognizes her and quickly opens the elevator for her.
DING! SLAM! She barges inside, her head fuming.
“The hell are you doing here? I’m busy.” Bakugo's voice was dripping with annoyance, but there was a hint of something else too; something darker, simmering beneath the surface.
Y/N turned around slowly, her eyes narrowing. "Don't even think about walking away from this one, Bakugo." Her voice was cold, but there was a fire behind her words. "You can't just wreck everything and expect me to fix it without consequences."
Bakugo took a step toward her, his presence overwhelming. “It’s my pavement. My agency. How much do you need this time?”
Her pulse quickened, but she stood her ground. "You’re an idiot. You don't think before you act, and now we’re both paying the price. Every damn time, it’s the same thing. And I’m tired of cleaning up after you."
He grinned, that cocky, insufferable grin that made her blood boil. "Sounds like hmmm, it’s your job. I think you're just mad you’re getting lazy.”
Y/N’s breath hitched, and for a moment, the silence between them felt suffocating. But then, she snapped. "I hate you." The words escaped before she could stop them. "You’re selfish, reckless, and I hate being stuck with you. I quit.”
Bakugo’s grin faltered, but only for a split second. Then, without warning, he closed the distance between them, his hand wrapping around her wrist in a grip that was almost painfully tight. "You think you can talk to me like that, woman?”
She didn’t flinch. "I’ll talk to you however I damn well please. I worked hard and I will not be stuck with a small headed little bitch like you!”
Their faces were inches apart now, the air between them crackling with tension. And for a brief moment, the animosity between them seemed to boil over, transforming into something much more raw. Something darker.
Bakugo’s free hand reached up, his fingers brushing against her jaw as he tilted her head back slightly, eyes burning with unspoken anger and desire. "You think you can hate me all you want," he growled, "but we both know you’ve got a thing for me."
Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Don’t flatter yourself," she shot back, but the words felt weak, even to her own ears. “You’re barely my type-“
He scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "You sure about that?"
Before she could answer, his lips were on hers; rough, demanding, as if he was trying to prove something. The kiss was full of aggression, but there was a spark beneath it all, a heated clash of frustration, resentment, and something deeper, darker.
Y/N’s mind was a whirl of confusion. She wanted to push him away, to remind herself of all the reasons she hated him. But her body betrayed her, responding to his touch in a way she couldn’t ignore.
He pulled back, breathing heavily, his gaze still locked onto hers. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, a mixture of satisfaction and something else in his eyes.
Y/N swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts. "Don’t… don’t ever do that again," she said, her voice trembling.
Bakugo smirked, but there was something dangerous in the way he looked at her. "You’re the one who came here, lawyer. You’ve got no one to blame but yourself."
She stared at him, still processing everything that had just happened. "This isn’t over," she said, her voice low and steady, but the heat in her cheeks was undeniable.
"Yeah, we’ll see about that," Bakugo muttered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Y/N’s pulse raced in her chest, her lips still tingling from the kiss. The suddenness of it, the intensity, made her entire body feel like it was on fire. She stumbled back, eyes wide, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Her breath was shallow, her mind scrambling to form words, to regain control.
"What the hell was that?" she demanded, her voice shaky but still holding onto the anger she’d worked so hard to maintain.
Bakugo didn’t move, his posture relaxed, though his eyes were a storm. He was watching her closely, waiting for a reaction. "What do you think it was, princess?" His tone was teasing, but underneath, there was something dangerous, something that made her heart race even faster.
Y/N clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to scream, to shout at him, but the words stuck in her throat. Her mind screamed at her to get out of there, to leave before this got any worse. But her body didn’t want to listen. It was still humming with the aftershock of his touch.
“That’s assault! I can sue you- she started, her voice breaking, but before she could finish, Bakugo was closing the distance between them again, his presence overwhelming.
"Shut up," he growled, his hand shooting out to grab her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her closer until they were almost nose to nose. "You think I don’t know what you want? You’ve been walking around here acting like you’re better than me, but I see through it, Y/N. I see how you look at me."
Y/N’s breath hitched as his grip tightened. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He smirked, that cocky, infuriating smirk. "You think I don't notice? The way you look at me when you get pissed off, the way you stand so close to me like you're daring me to touch you. Don’t act like you don’t want this too."
She should’ve pushed him away. She should’ve fought back, screamed at him to leave her the hell alone. But her body betrayed her again. She was pressed against him, her chest heaving with every breath, and despite herself, she could feel the heat between them.
“No,” she finally managed, her voice low and strained. “No, I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”
Bakugo’s eyes flashed, that familiar fire lighting up in them. "Liar." His hand released her collar, but only to trail down the side of her neck, his fingers ghosting over her skin. "You’re so full of shit. You’ve been begging for this, just like me. All this tension? You think I don’t feel it too?"
Y/N’s body trembled with a mixture of fury and something else—something she couldn’t name. She took a step back, trying to steady herself, but Bakugo followed, keeping the space between them small, his towering presence making her feel boxed in.
"You're wrong," she said, her voice shaking more than she cared to admit. "This is nothing."
But the moment the words left her mouth, she saw it—the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. Bakugo stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You're lying. You don’t get to tell me what you don’t want, not after what just happened."
Y/N froze, her heart pounding in her chest. "Don’t you dare—"
But Bakugo wasn’t listening. He took hold of her wrist again, tugging her forward until she was almost pressed against him. His lips brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You want to keep pretending you hate me?" His voice was a low, guttural whisper, and it was laced with something dark—something that sent a thrill of danger coursing through her veins. "You can keep lying to yourself, but I can tell you’re on the edge."
She was so close to him now she could feel the heat of his body, the raw power radiating off of him. Her heart raced, her breath ragged. She could feel the tension between them, thick as smoke.
For a moment, neither of them moved. She could hear the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, the silence between them deafening. And then, with an almost predatory grin, Bakugo leaned in. "Let’s see if you still hate me after tonight."
Before she could react, his hand was on her shoulder, pushing her back toward the desk, his lips crashing into hers again—this time more forceful, more demanding. It was impossible to ignore the spark of something deep within her, the way her body reacted to his every touch.
She should have fought back. But instead, her body froze for a split second, caught between the overwhelming anger and something else—something darker, something she was terrified to acknowledge.
He pulled away briefly, looking down at her with a dangerous smirk. "You think you can run from this?" he asked, his voice dripping with challenge. "I’ve been waiting for you to admit what we both know."
Y/N’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she glared at him, her words a strained whisper, "This... this isn't what you think."
"Isn't it?" Bakugo’s voice was dangerous now, rough with an edge of raw need. His hands moved down to her wrists, pinning them to the desk. The power in his grip was unmistakable, and as he leaned in, she felt the weight of the situation press down on her—both literally and figuratively.
For a moment, everything went still. And then, in a flash, everything was a blur of heat, tension, and that all-too-familiar feeling of control slipping through her fingers.
Y/N’s breathing was ragged as she struggled beneath his grip, her wrists pinned firmly to the cold, smooth surface of his desk. Her back arched slightly as she tried to pull away, but Bakugo’s body was too close, too solid. The scent of smoke and leather clung to him, surrounding her, intoxicating her.
“This is insane,” she whispered, her voice trembling—not from fear, but from the chaos burning inside her chest. “We can’t—this is wrong.”
Bakugo leaned in until his mouth was hovering just above hers, his breath hot against her skin. “Then act like it” he dared, his voice low and dangerous. “Prove it. Prove you don’t want this.”
She opened her mouth—whether to curse at him or scream or demand her freedom, even she didn’t know. But nothing came out. Her eyes flicked up to his, and what she saw there made her heart stutter. It wasn’t just lust. It was anger, yes, but also desire that had been simmering far too long, something primal and unrelenting.
“You think I don’t hate this just as much as you?” she spat finally, her voice venom-laced but shaky. “I hate that I want it. I hate that you know I want it.”
Bakugo’s mouth curled into a smirk, something wicked and triumphant. “You think I’m any better?” he growled. “You’ve been in my head since the day they assigned you to me. Every goddamn meeting. Every lecture. You, with that tight little suit and that sharp mouth, telling me how to behave like some stuck-up saint.”
His grip on her wrists tightened—not painfully, but enough to remind her just how little control she had in this moment. “But guess what, princess?” he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, “You’re just as fucked up as I am. You’re dying to get ruined.”
A small sound escaped her throat; half frustration, half something darker. And suddenly, her legs were wrapping around his waist, yanking him closer. Her body moved before her brain could stop it, reacting to the firestorm that had been building between them for months. If they were going to crash, she wanted to feel the wreckage.
“You want to ruin me, huh?” she snarled, teeth bared. “Fine. But I’m taking you down with me.”
Bakugo laughed—low, dark, and full of heat. “Finally,” he breathed against her lips. “You’re starting to sound like mine.”
He let go of her wrists and reached under his desk, pulling out a black silk tie. One she’d tossed at him weeks ago after a gala gone wrong. One she’d never expected to see again.
“What the hell are you—” she started, but he was already behind her, tugging her arms behind her back.
“You came here screaming about lawsuits,” he muttered as he bound her wrists, “but you knew damn well what you wanted. Didn’t you?”
Y/N gasped, the silk tight against her skin, her arms now restrained above her. The helplessness sent a jolt of panic and thrill racing through her veins.
“Say it,” he demanded, voice sharp and low. “Say you wanted this.”
Her jaw clenched. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
“I said—say it.”
She glared over her shoulder at him, eyes blazing. “You think you’ve got control here? You think just because you’ve got me tied up, you’ve won?”
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t need you to admit it. Your body already did.”
He moved in front of her again, taking in the sight—her blouse rumpled, her eyes defiant and blazing, her chest rising and falling with rapid, uneven breaths. She looked furious. And beautiful. Like a storm in human form.
Bakugo tilted his head, grinning like a wolf. “Fuck. I’ve always wanted a little carnage.”
And with that, he leaned in, crashing his lips into hers again, fire and fury sparking with every movement. She responded in kind, her teeth catching his bottom lip, her bound hands twitching with the urge to claw at him.
The room spun with heat, with tension, with the absolute chaos of what they were about to do. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even enemies. They were something else entirely—something combustible.
The kiss was a battle. Teeth clashed, tongues fought for dominance, and all the months of pent-up rage, control, and repressed want exploded between them like a lit match to gasoline. The desk behind her creaked under the pressure of her body pinned against it, her bound wrists straining behind her as she arched into him, half wanting to push him away, half wanting to drag him down with her.
Bakugo broke the kiss just enough to catch his breath, his forehead pressed against hers. "You really are a pain in the ass, you know that?"
Y/N’s growl was breathless, dangerous. “And you’re a fucking menace.”
“You came to my place,” he growled, hands roaming, assertive, possessive. “Stormed in here like you owned it.”
“I came to fix another one of your goddamn messes,” she spat, still catching her breath. “Like always.”
“You just wanted an excuse to see me,” he whispered darkly, voice laced with heat. “And now look at you. All tied up. Moaning like a liar.”
Her breath caught. Bakugo’s hand slid slowly up her thigh, fingers brushing the hem of her skirt, every movement deliberate, slow, teasing. His other hand stayed on her waist, keeping her pressed to the desk like she was part of the furniture now, something that belonged there, beneath him.
"You wear these little pencil skirts like you don't know exactly what you're doing," he murmured, dragging the tip of his finger along her inner thigh. "Coming into my office all self-righteous, but your eyes always tell on you, sweetheart."
"You're sick," she whispered, hips shifting involuntarily toward his touch. "You get off on control, on chaos—"
"And you don’t?" His eyes gleamed with wicked pleasure. "I think you like being ruined by the very thing you swore to keep in check."
Y/N’s jaw clenched, her pulse thundering in her ears. “You think tying me up gives you power over me? You’re just a sadistic-”
Bakugo leaned in, his lips brushing hers again, but he didn’t kiss her—not yet. “Nah. The power’s in the fact that you let me.”
Her mouth parted to protest, but he caught her chin between his fingers, holding her still. “You could’ve filed that lawsuit and walked away. Could’ve sent it to my agency, let my PR team handle it. But no… you came here. With that fucking fire in your voice and heat in your eyes. You wanted the fight. You wanted this.”
She hated that he was right. She hated how much of herself she saw in him; volatile, prideful, always in control but secretly aching for someone to wrest it away.
“You hate me,” he whispered against her skin, lips trailing down her jaw. “But you need me.”
She turned her face sharply, so their mouths almost met again. “Fuck you,” she whispered. “You’re fucked up in the head, Bakugo.”
Bakugo chuckled low in his throat, fingers now gripping the tops of her thighs, spreading her legs open across the edge of the desk. “Then we’re both fucked,” he muttered, voice raw. “Because I only feel alive when I’m fighting you. Or—” he kissed her again, sharp and dirty, “—fucking you.”
The city lights glimmered outside the massive penthouse windows, framing them in the glass. Anyone across the way could see. The idea made her stomach twist with both panic and twisted thrill.
“You’re not going to make me beg,” she whispered defiantly, even as her legs wrapped around his waist again.
“I don’t want you to beg,” he growled, teeth grazing her neck. “I want you to break.”
She hissed through her teeth, her body trembling in his hold.
“And when you do,” he said, dragging her toward him across the desk until their hips met, “I’ll be right there. Picking up the pieces. Just so I can break you all over again.”
He kissed her then—deep and brutal, a promise of the wreckage to come. And she kissed him back like she knew exactly what she was agreeing to.
Bakugo’s grip on the silk tie tightened, pulling Y/N flush against the edge of the desk. Her back arched instinctively, breath stuttering as the cool wood dug into her spine. Behind her, the city pulsed with golden lights, but all she could focus on was the molten fire in his eyes—hungry, raw, and laced with something feral.
He leaned in, lips dragging along her collarbone before his teeth scraped the delicate skin at her throat. A gasp tore from her lips, her wrists straining against the silky binds behind her back as he trailed one hand down her hip, the other gripping her jaw like he owned her. “You feel that?” he muttered against her skin, hot breath ghosting over her throat. “That’s how much you fucking need me.”
Her body betrayed her again. Heat twisted low in her stomach as her hips shifted, brushing against the hard edge of his belt. She shoved at his chest, breathless and burning with something ugly and addictive. “You’re unbelievable,” she spat, her voice sharp—but tinged with need. “A man-child with too many goddamn toys.”
Bakugo just laughed, a dark sound that rumbled deep in his chest. In one swift motion, he shoved her flat onto her back across the desk. The tie bit gently into her wrists as she squirmed. Above her, he looked like a man possessed, one hand still holding her down by the throat, the other sliding under her blouse.
“You gave me this tie,” he growled, thumbing at the clasp of her bra with a rough precision. “Don’t act like you didn’t want me to use it.”
Y/N’s lips parted—whether to curse or moan, she didn’t even know anymore. Her breath caught when he began popping the buttons of her blouse one by one, exposing more skin to the chill air and his scorching gaze. Her skirt rode higher with every movement, and the cool glass behind them gave a full view of the scene; anyone across the street could see like it was a movie right before their eyes.
“You sick fuck,” she gasped. “You like the idea of someone watching?”
Bakugo leaned in, breath hot against her lips. “No,” he whispered, fingers sliding up the inside of her thigh. “I like the idea of someone watching you fall apart because of me.”
She tensed, heat flooding her cheeks. But when his thumb pressed against her through her panties—slow, knowing—her hips bucked traitorously into his hand.
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, parting her with maddening patience. She bit her lip hard, eyes fluttering closed as his thumb circled her clit. Every nerve lit up. Her body writhed under his, wrists tugging helplessly at the binds behind her.
Her breath hitched when he pushed two fingers inside her—slow, deep, deliberate. “Give them a show,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Come on.”
Y/N’s head tossed back, lips parting on a moan she couldn’t contain. “I hate you,” she gasped, hips rocking against his hand. “I hate how you fuck me up like this.”
Bakugo’s teeth grazed her throat. “Yeah? Then say it louder.”
His fingers curled just right inside her, and her resolve shattered. Her back arched, legs trembling, breath stolen by the release that ripped through her like a wave. She came hard, the silk around her wrists the only thing anchoring her to reality as he watched her break with a twisted smirk.
He pulled his fingers from her, holding her gaze as he pressed them to his lips, sucking them clean like it was nothing. Y/N trembled beneath him, blouse open, body flushed, wrists raw from the tie.
“You break like that again,” he murmured against her lips, “and I’ll be here. Just to ruin you all over.”
Her pulse thundered. Her mouth parted to snap something vicious in return, but all she could do was breathe, shattered and silent.
And when he finally untied her wrists and stepped back, her arms dropped limply to the desk, spent and shaking.
Whatever this was, it wasn’t over.
It was only the beginning of the wreckage.
Y/N didn’t move.
The room buzzed around her—city lights flickering through the windows, a car horn far below, the ticking of the minimalist clock on Bakugo’s wall- but her body felt miles away. Her wrists ached in the best kind of way, her chest rising and falling in uneven waves as she lay sprawled across his desk, blouse half-open, tie forgotten on the floor beside her heel. Bakugo said nothing as he stood back, chest heaving slightly. His hair was a mess, wilder than usual. His hands hung loosely at his sides like he didn’t quite know what to do with them anymore. His gaze roamed over her, slow, calculating, but not smug. Not anymore. He finally ran a hand through his hair and let out a slow breath. “You alright?” The question hit harder than it should’ve. Not mocking. Not gloating. Just…quiet.
Y/N sat up slowly, tugging her blouse closed with trembling fingers. She didn’t look at him. “You ask me that after tying me up and finger-fucking me on your desk?”
Bakugo shrugged a shoulder, something unreadable crossing his face. “Didn’t hear you complaining.”
She glared at him, cheeks flushed, but not just from embarrassment. Shame coiled in her gut, tangled with arousal and the bitter taste of surrender. “You’re such a goddamn asshole,” she muttered, grabbing her stuff from the floor.
“Yeah?” he said, voice low. “Then stop coming back.”
That stopped her. Mid-button. Mid-breath.
He didn’t look at her when he said it, just turned and walked to the bar near the windows, grabbing a bottle of water and twisting the cap off like he hadn’t just torn her apart in every way that mattered.
Her mouth opened. Closed. No comeback. No snark. Because the truth was, she could’ve stopped coming. Could’ve let her interns handle the paperwork she hated so much. Could’ve ghosted him and made his life hell through legal channels.
But she didn’t.
Again and again, she came storming in. Fighting. Screaming. Burning. Maybe because she knew Bakugo was the only one who could handle that kind of fire without running. She pulled her hair back into a messy twist, gathering herself. “You’re reckless, Dynamight. And I still have to fix your mess,” she said, slipping back into her heels.
He glanced at her from over his shoulder. “Thought you hated calling me that.”
“I do.” She crossed the room to grab the file she’d dropped. “But we both play roles, right?”
Something flickered in his eyes. “Yeah. Yours is ‘I hate him.’”
Y/N shot him a look, half-smirk, half-threat. “And yours is pretending you don’t care.”
Silence stretched between them. Charged. Complicated.
She turned toward the door, expecting him to let her leave, like always.
But then— “I dream about you sometimes.”
Her heart stopped. She didn’t turn around.
“You’re always yelling,” he said, almost to himself. “Wearing that smug little suit. Trying to make me behave.” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “But then you’ll still come back to me. You know you’ll never quit. Because, deep down, you already know you’re mine.”
Y/N’s fingers tightened on the doorknob. Her throat felt tight. She didn’t know what to say— if she should say anything.
So she didn’t. She walked out, heels clicking down the hall like punctuation. But her hands were still shaking.
[2 days later..]
Y/N hadn’t slept. Not really. She’d gone home, washed the scent of him off her skin, burned through casework, ignored every one of his messages, short, unreadable texts like “We need to talk” or “Don’t ignore me.”, and even the “Thanks for getting me out of that one.” She told herself it meant nothing. That it was just a line they crossed once—a heat-of-the-moment mistake.
But then she looked at her wrists in the shower, saw the faint marks from the silk, and had to bite her own fist to stop the way her body remembered. So she buried it. Locked it down. Became ice again. Until her doorbell rang at 11:47 PM. She blinked at the screen on the intercom, and her blood ran cold. There he was. In black sweats, a tank top, hair a mess, eyes darker than she’d ever seen them.
Bakugo.
She hit the button. “You drunk?”
“No.” His voice was gravel. “Just fucking sick of you ignoring me.”
Y/N hesitated.
Then she the door buzzed open.
He stepped inside like a storm barely contained. Didn’t touch her. Didn’t speak. Just stood in the middle of her pristine apartment like he didn’t belong there, but was daring her to say it.
Y/N crossed her arms. “What do you want?”
“You.”
She froze.
“You think you can scream at me, jerk me around, and then walk away like nothing happened?” he said, taking a step closer. “You think that meant nothing?”
“It meant nothing,” she snapped. “It was a mistake.”
Bakugo’s jaw ticked. “Then why do you look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Don’t act like an idiot. You’re smarter than that.”
Her pulse pounded so loudly she could barely hear her breath. He took another step. She didn’t back away. “You’re not some fantasy, Katsuki,” she bit out. “This isn’t one of your stupid hero missions. You don’t get to fuck your problems into submission.”
He grinned, all teeth. “Is that what I did? ‘Cause last I checked, you were the one moaning my name while tied to my desk. You were the only one to cum and I didn’t even ask for you to return the favor.”
Her slap was lightning quick, but he caught her wrist before it landed.
The tension crackled. Breathless. Violent. Wanting. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Hit me if you want, sweetheart. But you know what happens next.”
She hated him. Hated him for being right. So instead of pulling away—
She kissed him. Hard.
Their teeth clashed, mouths hot and messy. Bakugo shoved her against the wall, hands gripping her thighs to hoist her up. She wrapped around him instantly, lips devouring his like she’d been starving since the last time.
Clothes came off like secrets. Buttons popped. Hair pulled. Hands everywhere.
He dropped her onto the couch, kneeling between her thighs with fire in his eyes. “You wanna pretend this doesn’t matter?” he growled, dragging his mouth down her chest. “Then try to pretend you don’t feel this, bitch.”
Y/N arched, fingers threading through his hair, already too far gone. This wasn’t control. This wasn’t release. This was war—and they were both losing gloriously.
[The next morning..]
Y/N walked into the agency’s legal floor like she hadn’t had her legs over Bakugo’s shoulders just forty hours earlier. Her heels clicked with intention, her blouse was buttoned all the way up, and not a hair was out of place. Coffee in one hand, lawsuit in the other, lips set in that practiced, perfectly unbothered line. Everyone in the hallway nodded when she passed.
“Good morning, Miss L/N.”
“Morning,” she said coolly. Like her mouth hadn’t been full of Pro Hero two nights ago. She stepped into the elevator. The doors were closing—until a hand shoved them open.
And there he was. Bakugo Katsuki. In all his grumpy, brooding, freshly-showered glory. Tie loose, blazer slung over one shoulder, jaw clenched like he’d rather chew glass than be there.
Y/N didn’t even blink. “Dynamight,” she said, sipping her coffee.
“Y/N,” he grunted, stepping in beside her.
Silence. Tension thick as cement. The elevator chimed. Floors passed. Y/N scrolled casually through her phone. “You’ve been served again. Property damage in Kamino. Four civilians mildly injured.”
“Did they die?”
“No.”
“Then they’re fine.”
She sighed, not looking at him. “You’re insufferable.”
He smirked. “Didn’t sound like that when you were screaming my name.”
She didn’t react. Not even a twitch. “I scream at a lot of people,” she replied smoothly, “Doesn’t mean I want to see them again after.”
His nostrils flared. “Keep pushing, princess.”
“Or what?” She looked up at him finally, eyes sharp. “You gonna spank me in the conference room?”
Bakugo stepped closer, crowding her into the corner of the elevator, voice low and dark. “Keep talking like that, and I just might-”
DING!
The elevator opened to the executive floor. Both of them stepped out like professionals.
Two PR assistants glanced at them, wide-eyed.
“Morning, Dynamight! Miss L/N!”
“Morning,” they said in unison… calm, poised, lethal.
[Meeting Room 3B. 8:30 A.M.]
The PR meeting was in full swing. Y/N sat across the table from him, flipping pages of the legal packet she’d prepped. Bakugo leaned back in his chair, legs wide, hand loosely tapping a pen against the table. Every few seconds, his eyes flicked up. She ignored him.
Mostly.
Until she licked her lower lip slowly, mindlessly, while turning a page. He dropped his pen. She didn’t look up, but her lips curved slightly. “Careful, sir.”
Bakugo leaned forward, voice low and amused. “My bad, just thinking.”
“Well, please try to keep your head with the meeting?” she said sweetly, passing him a highlighted clause. “Try reading for once.”
He didn’t break eye contact as he took it from her, their fingers brushing for the briefest second. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blush. Just sat there, straight-backed and unbothered, like she wasn’t soaking in power from the tension she kept tightening between them. Petty. Petty and perfect.
ProHero!Bakugo x Lawyer!Reader [Hate Sex, Exhibitionism, Bondage]
Being Bakugo’s lawyer was proven to be quite.. challenging. With the goal to finish missions quickly and earn money for his best friend’s suit, he’s quite careless with the aftermath of his actions. That’s where you come in, fixing up the files, talking to the necessary people, and nagging his ear to ‘not cause trouble next time’.
Frenemies, as they call you, you hate each others’ guts. He hates you for nagging him all the time and disturbing him, you hate him for giving you a pile of paperwork every day.
Enough is enough. Today, you find yourself storming to his penthouse, holding another lawsuit filed against him.
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Teacher!Deku x College!Reader [Exhibitionism, Toys, Overstimulation]
Telling people you’re dating a teacher usually causes such a stir, but you guys are close in age! It’s fineeeeee. And.. hey, you like the thrill of dating someone who has a tad bit of power over you.
At first he was a little skeptical, but after some training and practice, he was all for it. In fact, he got a little too into it.
And now it backfired on you. You failed one of his exams and now you’re in class, wriggling in your seat while Midoriya mysteriously has two PowerPoint remotes… hm..
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Husband!Shoto x Wife!Reader [Temperature Play, Humiliation, Nebulophilia]
You have a loving husband, he’s a caring, affectionate, playful, and sometimes clingy husband. He rarely gets angry at you, no matter what you do. He says it’s not a healthy environment around the kids and prefers to talk to you softly and accept the fault wholeheartedly. “Sorry, love. It’s my fault, okay? Come back inside.” or “Love, I’m sorry, okay? You’re right. You’re always right.”
But today, you went a bit too far. You expected him to console you again, spoil you with gifts to regain your hand. Except this time, the kids were out. And you twisted his arm too the point he’s dragging you back home by the hair, his sickly sweet smile still on his face.
Well.. where did I go?
A toxic relationship, that's what.
"MALIE, WHAT?!"
Yeah... that's how my laptop broke..
ANYWAYS
NEW SPICES OUT SOON!! SEE YOU ALL!!
Pent Up Marriage (Arranged Marriage! Ayato x Reader)
Synopsis: You desperately want to make this marriage work, and after he cheated on you multiple times, you made the numbing decision on how to save it. It works! However, you’re now like a puppet to your husband, growing numb and emotionless. Ayato, on the other hand, seems to enjoy it.
Direct Quote: “Yeah, so…whenever you need it, just…tell me, you know. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad or frustrated or just needy, if you need to exert some kind of stress, just let it out on me.” You say, looking at him in the eye. He stared at you, not knowing what to say, but…kinda turned on. “…"I'll keep that in mind, then. Just be prepared in case I get violent or something. I can be...brutal."
After another stressful day at work, you come home feeling stressed and tired. Your husband, Ayato, seems to be having another “overtime” at his office. You clean up, tidy up the house, do the laundry, cook dinner. Eventually, Ayato comes home, disheveled and upset, as usual.
“Hey.” He uttered, removing his shoes as he entered the apartment.
“You’re home.” You said, walking up to him and placing a small kiss on his cheek. Part of the routine. As you did so, you see a small red mark on his collar, lip stick. “Take your shirt off.” You simply say, unbuttoning his shirt.
Ayato looked confused and irritated as he looked down at you. “What?”
“I said, take your shirt off. You don’t want it to stain, do you? Red pigment is hard to wash off if it dries.” You say, blankly. You’ve gotten used to his cheating ways, and all you wanted to do was adapt to it.
Ayato rolled his eyes before harshly unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to you. “There, whatever.” He uttered before heading to the bathroom to shower.
As you tossed the shirt in the washing machine, you were thinking of a way to stop him from his affairs. After all, if his and your family were to find out that he was looking for another person to fulfill his desires, you’d be in big trouble.
Whatever, you still had some work to do anyway, you should just think about it another time. Focus on your laptop and let your husband do…whatever, I guess?
Soon, it was deep into the night and you decide to head into your shared room. Or you would consider to be just Ayato’s room.
Ayato's room was neat and tidy, with only a few books scattered on the floor with the covers facing up. His bed was made with sharp creases and the sheets were tucked firmly around a big pillow. Atop his desk was a large PC setup, the lights softly illuminated the room, and in the far corner, a door leads to another room in the house, the bathroom.
Ayato was already under the covers, his arms folded underneath his head and his eyes closed tight. He didn't turn to look at you and stayed silent, pretending to be asleep.
You were still restless, as you let out a yawn as you get into your side of the bed, sitting up and leaning against the headrest. You spend a few minutes looking over and reviewing some files. Ayato pretended to stay asleep, but one of his eyes peaked open as if curious about what you were doing. The faint glow of your phone screen caught his attention as he moved his head slowly, peeking just a little bit more. Why would you still be awake?
Soon, you fell asleep. You shouldn’t have forced yourself to stay up so late. That’s what Ayato thought, that you were always killing yourself by working too hard for a job that you cared too much about. Ayato sighed, getting out of bed. He walked over to you, picking up the documents before covering you with a blanket and laying them down on the small table next to your bed.
He leaned down to your ear and whispered, "Good night."
He turned off the lights, then headed back to his room to do the same. The two of you slept soundly at opposite ends of the house, not bothering each other for the rest of the night.
Not for long though…
Suddenly, your phone rang, your stupid boss again. It was 5am! Why would he be-
“Hello?” You answered, why did you answer? Your eyes were squinting from being suddenly woken up, “Sir, I got the files back earlier, I’ll deliver it when I get to work later. …No, I can’t deliver them now, I just got back home…Thank you, goodnight.” You sighed, knowing it will be another heavy day.
Ayato woke up with a start, but kept quiet, listening to your end of the phone call. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed you were up. He remained silent for a moment, but eventually spoke up.
"Bad news, huh? Can't sleep?" he asked, looking towards you in the dim light of the room.
You were startled, and also a little guilty. “Shit, did I wake you up?”
"Yes, but don't worry about it." Ayato sat up and put his feet down on the floor. As the two of you sat on opposite sides of the bed, he spoke again.
"Does your boss never let you rest? Or maybe you're just bad at your job." He chuckled slightly, and you noticed a slight annoyance in his tone.
You hum a simple, “Mhmm.” as you rest your head onto your pillow.
"You were out all night and now your boss wants you to go to work? Is this the life of my wife? To be some company's dog you can just go around and do your boss's dirty work?" Ayato smirked and leaned back on his elbows, amused by his own sarcastic comment.
You didn’t know what to say, frankly, your mouth just spoke whatever your mind processed first. “…Oh..have I been neglecting you?”
Ayato let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, seeming a little irritated by your comment.
"We're in this marriage just because our parents wanted us to. We're not in love," he said, speaking bluntly.
"So it really doesn't matter if we neglect each other or not. Besides, this is a loveless marriage, and neither of us loves the other. That means we have no obligations to each other."
You nod. “…Do you feel neglected? Which…makes you cheat?”
He seemed to be annoyed, which caused him to ramble on and on. "Do I feel neglected? Pssh!" He paused for a moment before continuing. "You know what? Not really. I don't rely on you to fulfill my needs."
"And you're right, I have been seeing other people, but don't mistake them for being my lovers!”
You sighed, seeing he wasn’t answering the question. “So…are you? No judgement, really. It’s okay to admit that you’re…you know…needy.”
Ayato's eyes widened for a moment before he stared at you in shock.
"Needy? What are you getting at?" he asked, trying to hide his annoyance. "I guess so.... Yeah, I am. What now?"
“It’s just an observation, you know. You’ve been kissing me on the cheek, waiting for me to get home. It’s unusual for you to do that….” You say.
"Don't get the wrong idea," he scoffed, his voice becoming louder as he raised an eyebrow. "Just because it's an unusual night, does not mean I care for you." He hissed the words with such intensity. "It's just that...I felt like it, that's all. Get that into your head." He sighed again. His annoyance was starting to fade into a sadness, but his attitude remained rough and cold.
“…Thank you for telling me.” You sighed.
You thought for a minute…
He was needy… So he had affairs… Ah…now you know what to do.
“Hey…Ayato.” You sat up, meeting him eye to eye.
Ayato turned to look at you, his eyes still filled with annoyance and disappointment. "What do you want now? What else is there to talk about?”
You thought for a moment before saying, “You can always let your frustration out on me, you know?”
Ayato's face tightened. He looked as if he wanted to strangle you in a moment of rage. "You want me to let my frustration out on you? Just because we're in a loveless marriage, which makes you think that I get the right to abuse you?"
“Eh?” You look at him. “You don’t have to abuse me, you can just…release pent-up frustration.”
Ayato paused for a moment and lowered his voice, staring at you with slight confusion.
"You want me to hit you, or something?" Ayato scoffed, amused yet slightly confused at your suggestion.
“No..something like this.” You muttered before leaning in…
…and kissing him.
Ayato looked surprised as your lips touched his. For a second, he was caught off guard, but his lips soon parted, and he kissed you back passionately.
The taste of you was familiar, as one hand reached down as he kissed you, caressing your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear; his other hand placed gently against your shoulder. He broke the kiss and sighed softly, looking down at you, his cheeks flushed.
“See? …Just like that.” You said, staring up at him blankly.
Ayato chuckled softly. "You really had me going for a second." He smirked and looked at you, shaking his head.
"Thanks." Ayato seemed to have calmed down, but he still looked tense and stiff, as he sighed again. "You were right. I may hate it, but I am needy. And you're the only person I can go to for it."
“Yeah, so…whenever you need it, just…tell me, you know. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad or frustrated or just needy, if you need to exert some kind of stress, just let it out on me.” You say, looking at him in the eye.
He stared at you, not knowing what to say, but…kinda turned on. “…"I'll keep that in mind, then. Just be prepared in case I get violent or something. I can be...brutal."
The next day, you get home from another hard day of work, working a little later than usual. You opened the door to your house and sighed. It seems that the day was longer than you thought. As you locked the door behind you, you realized that it had become much darker outside. A cold breeze came through your open jacket, and your arms quickly began to get goosebumps.
You quickly turn around. Ayato was standing there, right in behind you, with a deadpan expression on his face. His arms remained crossed the whole time, and you noticed a slight anger in his eyes.
He cleared his throat and stared at you directly, his tone still dry and annoyed. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"You're late." he said bluntly. "I've waited for you for hours, and yet you're...late. Did I give you permission to get home late?
You sighed, “Sorry, they made me do overtime.”
Ayato continued to look at you with a slightly annoyed look on his face. "I hope they gave you some decent compensation for making you work late."
He paused, "You'd better make up for that by coming right here and serving me the second you get home, you hear me?"
He raised his voice as he stepped closer to you.
"Do you understand, dear?" he muttered in a dry tone before looking away.
“Oh, I see what’s happening here.” you muttered before you leaned in and kissed him, placing your hand at the back of his neck.
He soon returned it. He placed a hand on the back of your neck as well, pulling you closer to him and gently guiding your body to the wall as you kissed. After a moment, he pulled back and looked at you, and you noticed his voice was softer than before.
"Good girl."
“You seemed to be frustrated… Bad day at work?” you said, looking up at him.
"You could say that..." The corners of his mouth turned up slightly into a dark smirk.
"So, why don't you go make me feel a little better?" This time, the sinister look was back on his face, and a twinkle of anger and resentment shone in his eyes. "I'm sure you can make up for being late and leaving me all by myself, can't you?"
You knew what you had to do, you leaned in to kiss him again, and he let you. Ayato soon grabbed you by the waist and led you to their bedroom, locking the door after he pushed you into it. Ayato smiled as his lips parted to break the kiss.
"You're good at making a man happy, you know? Keep up the good work." He chuckled darkly, as his gaze lingered on you for a moment.
“I promised you, didn’t I? You can take out your frustrations out on me.” You panted, out of breath from the kiss.
He smirked and nodded. He looked at you in a way that conveyed his expectations. As he stared at you, you could feel his impatience, and his desire for control. "You know what to do after that." Ayato watched you as you took off your blouse. He soon reached out and started caressing your chest, his fingers running across your skin as he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
His tone and expression were still serious and cold, but you noticed the slight signs of pleasure written on his face.
"More...I still don't feel satisfied."
You unzipped your bottoms as he continued to watch you. As your skirt fell to the floor, Ayato's eyes widened slightly and he smiled.
"Good girl." All of the anger was gone from his tone and voice, and you could hear a twinkle of desire in his voice. "That's a good girl."
You slowly sat down on the bed, and Ayato took a moment to look you up and down. His voice was now a little softer, and he smiled at you. His eyes were glued to your underwear and black tights, and you could already feel his desire growing. He soon stood up, and looked directly at you. He slowly pulled off his suit jacket, his eyes still focused on you all the while. "Now, then...why don't you get comfortable for me?"
He could only smile as you layed down on the bed. He slowly started walking towards you, taking off his belt and tossing it to the side. His dark gray dress pants were soon following it, as a mischievous look crossed his face. He climbed on top of you, his body covering yours, as you felt him place his hands on your waist. He sighed and slowly got comfortable, leaning down towards you. You could feel him start pulling off your tights, and his eyes became fixed on your skin. Ayato sighed, and a smile crossed his lips as he reached out and placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh. His hand slid back and forth across your skin, and you could feel his breath coming in slow, shallow breaths. He chuckled darkly as he looked up at you, and spoke in a low, dark voice.
“Such…a good girl…”
He began to kiss you again, as he trailed from your lips, to your neck, to your breasts. “Last time we did this…I don’t even remember.” He chuckled, pushing his band underneath you to get to your back. And in one swift motion, unclasped your bra. He tossed it somewhere in the room before continuing to kiss your chest, massaging the other with his hand.
“A-Ah..” You let out from the sudden feeling.
His hands trailed down to the waistband of your panties before pulling them down. “Spread them for me, hm?” He grinned as you did as you were told. “Good girl…good wife.” He said before slowly pressing a finger onto your hole causing you to whimper a little. This only made him chuckle as he pushed a finger in, slowly pumping it. “That’s it.” He said, kissing you to muffle your voice.
One finger became two…then became three as your whimpers turned into moans. “Shhh, calm down, hun.” he laughed. “That should stretch you out enough. Feel good?” He looked down at you, but you were unable to answer, still panting.
“Well, I’ll assume, okay? Now..make me feel good.” He asked, leaning back to show you his bulge. His cheeks were red as he still had that grin on his face. You nodded as you unzipped his pants, causing his dick to spring up. “Miss this?” Ayato chuckled, tapping his dick on your lips. “Go on then.”
You opened your mouth, slowly taking him in your mouth. God, you forgot how big he was. It has been a while, for sure. You take him in slowly, finally taking him in fully.
“Yes~ So…good. This is nice.” he said, letting out a sigh. You slowly bopped your head back and forth as he let out a few satisfied moans. As you kept going, you suddenly felt his hands push your head deeper.
“Mmhph?!” You gagged, but it was no use as he continued to thrust into your mouth.
He moaned happily, “Ah, shit~ That’s right~ I forgot how good your fucking throat is.” he moaned.
You felt him coming close as you felt him twitch inside your mouth. He pulled out, panting. “That’s…that’s a good girl.” He said, slapping you on the cheek softly as you coughed and breathed for air. He pushed you onto the bed, pulling you into another aggressive kiss and he trailed his hands on your hips. Ayato pushed himself in the middle of your legs and without hesitation, starting aligning his dick to your hole.
“Ah, shit!” he hissed as he had troubles pushing his tip inside you. He let out a few cursed laughs before saying, “You know, I really thought you were cheating on me too, just to get back at me. Ah!~ But…you’re so tight…fuck! It’s…a shame you’re not using this.” he mocked you, as he pushed in deeper.
“A-Ah! W-Wait!” You said, gripping his shoulders as he pushed deeper in you, your back arched as a few more inches entered you.
He bottoms out on you as he let out a moan. “Ah!~” he grinned in satisfaction, his dick resting inside your tight pussy. “Shit, you’re good.” he uttered as he started thrusting in and out of you, not giving you time to adjust.
“Fuck, you’re good, such a good wife.” He moaned, spreading your legs apart even further. He continued pounding into you, your whimpers turning into teary moans as he kept going. “Tsk, tsk. Don’t cry now. If it makes you feel better…you feel better than those bitches I cheat on you with. Hm? Feel better?” He sounded like he was mocking you, insulting you or something. But either way, you continued to moan as your legs went limp. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder, thrusting in deeper into your tight cunt.
Your body felt hot as you trembled underneath him. You were wondering whether or not this was the right decision or not. A mixture of pleasure and pain ran across your body, but soon, a knot was filling your stomach. God, it’s been ages since you last felt something like this. Moan after moan after moan, you couldn’t stop as your hands gripped the sheets. You couldn’t even make out words when the knot in your stomach unwinded, releasing an orgasm which made you arch your back and cried out.
“Oooh~ Shit, was that an orgasm? You’re so…weak..! It’s been what? 5 minutes? Feels so good, huh? Wanna tell your husband how good he is? Hm?” He laughed as he continued to pound into you.
He watched your breasts bounce as he pushed his cock in and out of you like an animal in heat, he wasn’t stopping. “Damnit.” He uttered out as the grip on your leg and waist tightened, he was getting close too. …And so were you.
“Fuck, fuck.” He uttered, his fingers digging into your skin. He leaned down as he sucked on your neck, leaving a few marks. His lips trailed back onto yours as your tongues danced.
You let out a cry of pleasure as another coil unraveled inside you. And this… this pushed him to the edge as he thrusted one final and harsh thrust, painting your insides white. “Ah, fuck!” He growled, spasming a few thrusts to ensure he’s in you.
You pant, seeing your surroundings close in on you as you feel exhausted. Your limbs go limp and your chest rise and fall.
Ayato looks down at you blankly…staring at you as you’re covered in sweat. Your legs drop and fall flat. But after a few seconds, he puts them back on his shoulder. “No, no, no… we’re not done. No.” He shakes his head. He no longer had a grin on his face.
It was just filled with cold-hearted desire.
And after 4 rounds, he pulled out of you, his cum bursting out as soon as he did, dribbling on the sheets.
Ayato was breathing heavily, his heavy breaths coming and going in fast, shallow breaths. He took a moment to catch his breath, smiling as he looked down at you.
You were laid down on his bed, tired and exhausted from what had just happened, and you noticed Ayato's eyes staring down at you in satisfaction.
"You...didn't disappoint," He smirked.
"I hope you'll be more ready next time." He paused for a moment as he rolled his shoulders. "Now, why don't you get some sleep?"
You mumbled a small “Okay…” as your eyes were already shutting.
Ayato's eyes lingered on you for a moment, before he got up and went into the bathroom. After a few minutes, he came out, cleaned and dressed up. He slowly walked closer to you, and sat on the side of the bed.
He stared at you for a moment, and smiled softly.
"You're really are tired. You were a good girl tonight, you know." He sighed as he leaned over you, and kissed your forehead. "Try to get some rest, alright?"
This continued on and on and on and on, no matter if it was on your way to work or when you’ve just come back. It was like routine already. If you noticed Ayato was cranky, you’d be making out in no less than a few seconds.
One day, Ayato returned at 10pm, looking tired as he dropped his briefcase on the floor. He was still dressed in his work clothes, and the look of disdain on his face had grown even stronger.
He was exhausted and tired, and the light in his eyes was almost gone. He sighed quietly as he walked to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets for a drink. He looked over at you, and his lip curled up in contempt.
"What do you want? I'm not in the mood to talk." His tone was cold and dismissive.
“You okay?” you ask from the living room.
Ayato turned around and stared at you, his gaze still filled with disdain.
"I'm fine. I just had a fantastic day at work." He took out a bottle of vodka and opened it, pouring himself a cup. He sighed as he poured himself a glass, and then drank the entire glass in one go.
"Why do you care, anyway?" He turned around and leaned against the counter, his tone growing even more cold. "Do you really care about how I feel?"
You pause, thinking of the right thing to say. “…Depends if you want me to care.”
"I'm your husband."
His tone was stern and slightly aggressive, and he soon set his empty glass aside.
"You should always care about how I feel. After all, you're my wife." He sighed, and a hint of anger could be sensed in his voice. "If you're not going to care, then maybe you should just leave."
“…You okay? Seriously, you can tell me.” You look over at him, lightly concerned.
"I'm fine..." A sigh of disappointment escaped his lips as he reached out for the bottle of vodka and refilled the cup.
"Just let me drink in peace. I don't want to talk about it." His tone was still stern and serious, as it had been in the morning. He had just had an awful day, and he wanted to spend the rest of the day drinking to make himself feel better. He was just hoping that you wouldn't keep pestering him as he continued drinking his vodka in silence.
You let out a sigh before walking up to him, taking the cup away. “That’s enough.”
"Hey! Give it back to me." You could see the light of anger in his eyes as he looked down at you, his lip curling up in a snarl as he glared at you. "I said, give it back to me." He glared down at you, as he reached a hand out and started trying to grab the cup from you.
You sigh as he leans in to take the cup back, so you lean in close…kissing him.
When you leaned in to kiss him, the light of anger in his eyes changed to a light of passion.
He couldn't help but let out a moan as his lips met yours, and he pressed himself against you. He pulled his hand back from trying to grab the drink.
"Good girl."
He pulled away from the kiss and smiled softly, as he brushed a strand of your hair aside.
Ayato smirked at you, as you could see the light of amusement in his eyes once more.
"Good girl. This is what I've been waiting for all day," he chuckled.
As he spoke, he went in for another kiss, much deeper than the first one and with far more passion.
Do you see what I mean? This was everyday with him. And it was…all your fault. You suggested this, and he just took the chance. It didn’t matter where either. The kitchen, the couch, the bathroom, the car. You would always comply. Even if you said…
“Ayato, not today…”
“Ayato, I’m tired…can we not do it today?”
“Ayato…please don’t?”
It would always end in you and him fucking ‘til his heart’s content.
But you were successful though, in making him NOT cheat. He always came home early, looking for you instead of some other girl. That’s a good thing…right?
But don’t worry! He would reward you. Every time you two are done, he would lay beside you, propping himself using his elbow and whisper…
“What would you like for your reward? Anything in the world…”
“You want a diamond necklace?”
“Does my good girl want a new car? New shoes?”
“I’ll get you whatever you want.”
That’s a good thing, right? He’s…being nice? He’s spoiling you, like a husband would.
But deep down, you were getting tired. Not of him, but of…this. Not mentally, but physically. Because soon…
…You can’t sleep.
Why can’t you sleep? You close your eyes and see nothing, you can’t feel anything. You wanna sleep. But you can’t. Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep?
One day, you come home from work, exhausted and a little emotional, cause your boss is a bitch. Ayato was on the sofa in the living room, reading another newspaper. He looked up as you came through the door.
"Are you home early today, my love?" He smiled, still showing no true warmth or affection in his tone. “Is something the matter? You seem quite tired..."
He chuckled, before speaking again. "Ah, who am I kidding? You always seem tired...You just can't get enough sleep, can you?"
You stay silent for a moment before walking up to him…
And hugging him?
"Huh?" He was shocked by the sudden hug. "Is something the matter? Why did you hug me so suddenly?" His voice was calm, but there was still an air of resentment and malice. He was clearly not in the mood to care about you. He sighed, but continued to show an indifferent or annoyed look.
"I mean, it's a good surprise I guess, but it's not normal for you to show affection, so I'm a little surprised..."
“Please…be quiet. I just…need someone right now.” You uttered, as you stared into the floor.
"Hmph..Fine..." His voice was quiet, but it still carried a dark undertone to it that made it obvious he wasn't happy.
He sighed, before looking down at you and speaking once more. "Just so you know, it's not like I'm enjoying this. I'm just doing it because you've had a rough day, that's all. Do not get this mistaken for affection, Y/N."
He looked at you, his expression remaining cold and indifferent. "Is that clear?" In which you simply replied with a nod.
"Well, at least you understand..." He put his arms around you, and rested his head on yours. Despite the tone of his voice and the expressions he made, you could tell he was trying his best to be comforting...although he didn't seem to have much experience with this.
After a stressful day, a few tears dripped off your eyes as you rested against him. He noticed you crying, and sighed.
"Hm...are you okay?" His voice didn't sound like it normally did, but instead of being cold or sarcastic, it was a bit warmer than usual. "You seem a bit upset..."
He paused, before speaking again as he pulled your chin up a little. "My goodness, you look so miserable...You've really had a bad day, haven't you?"
You straightened yourself up, brushing off the tears before standing up. “I’ll head to bed now…goodnight.”
“Hey- Wha-“ He looked confused as he watched you walk to your shared room.
"Alright, then..." His voice was a lot softer than it normally was, and he gave you a small smile. "Goodnight, my love." He looked down a little, and you could see a hint of affection and kindness in his eyes now, but just for a moment.
Then it was gone, and he was once again a cold, reserved man, as he always had been.
So…what were you doing in your room? Why were you feeling so…weird? Like some sort of embarrassment and guilt?
…Is it because you bought those sleeping pills? The one you knew would slowly turn you into a drug-filled monster? Is it the way you’re popping 3 pills all at once? …Is that it? The pills kicked in fairly quickly, and you slowly started to fall asleep. It wasn't long before you became unconscious, feeling the effects of the sleeping pills. If you kept taking them at the same rate, you would soon be addicted to the pills, and it wouldn't be long before you couldn't sleep without them...
Soon, Ayato went inside the room, also wanting to sleep. He sees you on the bed, it was a little weird to see you sleeping so early since for the past few weeks, you’d struggle to fall asleep.
He shrugged, and sat down on his side of the bed. Looking over at you, he noticed that you was sleeping very deeply - more deeply than normal, and it wasn't hard to tell why.
He rolled over, got comfy, and lied down. He closed his eyes, and soon enough, he also fell into a deep sleep.
The same routine of fucking and swallowing sleeping pills made you different. Too different. You turned emotionless and cold. You were…not Y/N anymore.
One day, after another stuffy fucking, you both were laying in bed. Ayato sighed. "Well, it's been a long day, hasn't it? I need sleep. I don't suppose we should stay up too long tonight." His voice sounded a bit softer than before.
"Goodnight...my dear wife..." He put one of his arms around you, and hugged you tightly.
"I may not show it much, but I do care about you. You know that, don't you?" He paused, waiting for a response.
You stared into the ceiling, exhausted but restless. “…Sure.”
"Sure" He scoffed, clearly not buying it at all. His voice was colder than ever, and it was hard to recognize this as the same person who had just comforted you. "Sure."
He hugged you tightly, and lay his head down on the pillow. He took the blanket, and covered up both of you, before going to sleep once more. You could feel that he had grown colder and more distant than ever before - like he hadn't wanted you near him at all. He had grown colder and more aloof than ever before.
Ayato was sleeping deeply right beside you. He seemed to be peaceful, but despite what he said earlier, it was hard to tell whether he truly cared about you. He laid there next to you, breathing quietly, completely asleep.
Was he telling the truth, or was he lying?
Did he care about you, or did he hate having you near him?
You couldn't tell anymore at this point. And you didn’t care. You needed something else.
You harshly stood up from the bed, not caring if you woke him up or not. You walk to the bedside table, where you took out the bottle of sleeping pills.
"What are you doing?"
Ayato seemed to notice you standing up, and he sat up in the bed. With a groan, he looked up at the clock, before looking back at you.
"Is something the matter, wife?"
He still wasn't showing any signs of affection, but his voice was a little softer now, and his attitude was a little less antagonistic.
“Nothing.” you said, holding the bottle behind you.
"Nothing?" Ayato frowned, and sat up in the bed fully. He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. He was still wondering what you were doing, looking at you with a slight hint of suspicion.
"Sure," he said with a cold voice, and you could see a smirk on his face now. "You're lying about something. Tell me what the deal is." His tone became cold once more, and you could see that he was beginning to get annoyed.
“Show me the bottle.”
You froze. “What bottle?”
"What bottle?" He narrowed his eyes again, glaring at you. You could feel his anger and irritation building up. He had always been calm and cold, but this was the first time you had seen him genuinely angry. Even before, when he yelled at you, he still sounded calm and unemotional.
"Are you lying to me now? That bottle that you're clearly trying to hide behind your back...show it to me.”
“It’s not a big deal.” You shook your head.
"It isn't a big deal?" He frowned, and sounded a little pissed off.
"Well then, there isn't any reason not to show me, is there? He narrowed his eyes again.
"Show. Me. The. Bottle."
You realized that he wasn't really kidding anymore. If you still didn't show him, he might get even more pissed off. He had always been cold and unemotional, but now, you could really sense his anger.
"Are you seriously not going to show me?"
He stood up, and walked toward you as he reached out, and yanked the bottle from your hands.
"Was that so hard?
He looked at the bottle, and then gave you another angry look.
"I thought it wasn't a big deal? Since when have you been taking sleeping pills, Y/N?!”
“…3 months.”
He scoffed, angry and in disbelief. “How many? How many fucking pills do you take a day?”
You look up at him, before you roll your eyes. “3 before but now I take double.”
"You've been taking double the amount of pills lately?! Why are you doubling the amount?” He gripped the bottle angrily.
Why was he so upset anyway?
"Let me guess… 3pills wasn't enough, eh? And did you ever think that taking that many pills might not be beneficial in the long term?" He raised an eyebrow, and he was still watching you intently.
"I thought there wasn't any need for such drastic measures... But then again, you always enjoyed being dramatic when it came to things like these…”
“Stop it, it’s not like I’ll be addicted to them.” You say, scratching your head in irritation. “I can’t sleep, I need them.”
"Is that really the only reason why?" He sighed loudly, and then smiled darkly.
"You already know what I suspect. The real reason is because you enjoy that little feeling of high that those pills give you, isn't it? You love that little rush of euphoria.”
You laughed, having had enough of his bullshit. “I wish I could get high off of them. I wish I could feel a little bit happier taking them. But noooooo! I just fucking need them so I can have some shut eye before getting back to work!” You had snapped, just wanting to take the pills.
You snatch back the bottle, much to the dismay of Ayato. "Give. The bottle. Back." He said, reaching his hand out.
You really should have known better. You felt a harsh smack to your face. Your hand grasped your now red cheek. “What the hell, Ayato?!” You yelled.
"You deserved that. Don't think you could get away with harming yourself, while also refusing to let me help.”
His hands were shaking with rage. "Give me the pills."
Instead, you ripped the bottle open, popping a few pills in your mouth. You didn’t care anymore… You wanted sleep.
“Y/N! What the fuck!” He yelled, taking the bottle from you and throwing it on the floor. But it was too late, the pills were so strong that you were already seeing the world as a blur.
"You really don't care, do you? About yourself and your well being?" He sighed, and then gave up talking to you. He looked at you with the same angry and frustrated look, before he looked you up and down. "And of course you'd already be starting to feel the effects of that many pills so quickly."
Now, he was just talking to the oblivion. You plopped yourself in bed as you stared at the ceiling. "You really don't care, do you?"
He stared at you in annoyance. "If you died right now, then I doubt you'd even be sad...” He stopped, before standing next to you and looking at you with a more angry expression.
"Why do you just give up on yourself like that...just...why?"
“Because …I’m stupid…and pathetic.” You muttered, laying down on the bed as your eyesight turned foggy.
"No you're not. And I hate it when you say that about yourself." He was still looking at you as he sat down beside you.
"You know what it's called when you keep self-destructive thoughts like that? Self loathing, I do believe...and it's sad to see that you've come to this point. To think that you've given up like this..."
He was getting sick of saying the same things, anyways.
"You're hopeless...that's why I hate this side of you. And it's why I'm so mad at you all the time. I'm tired of your self-destructive behavior, and I'm also tired of this endless cycle that we're in. But I don't want to give up on you because I love you dearly... But I don’t wanna love a bitch who doesn’t even love herself.”
He sighed. "That's what makes this so hard..."
“Heh, maybe I am getting a high from those pills. I can hear you say bullshit.” you uttered, wondering if you were hearing things right.
"Ha...ha...you're not funny.”
He sounded annoyed. He really wanted you to take this more seriously. He didn't know what to do with you anymore...
That was when Ayato suddenly remembered something. Something that he could potentially use to convince you to lay off the sleeping pills.
"Or...there's another solution that we could use, if you really think that you need those sleeping pills to survive the night..."
You looked over at him for a moment…oh wait…oooohhh that’s what he meant. “Oh god, not this again, are you pent up or something?” You groaned.
When he heard that, he didn't know whether to feel amused or annoyed.
"You really think that I'm that desperate..."
He sighed, and sighed again. "I'm trying to help you here, Y/N.”
He looked at you, seemingly amused now - but he wasn't going to give up that easily.
"I guess you want to make this hard, don't you? ...and I thought you're the obedient wife who always follows her husband's orders..."
“I’m about to fall asleep so…if you wanna do *it* with your *sleeping* wife, then be my guest.” You scoffed.
Your eyes fluttered, and then they closed. You were completely unconscious now. Ayato watched you for a moment, and he seemed happy.
His lips curved up into a smile, and he gave you a sly wink.
"I'll make sure to enjoy this." He grinned…
He loomed over your sleeping body as his thoughts began to run wild. His fingers were fidgeting as he reached for the hem of your shirt. He didn’t hesitate but pull off of you.
The sight of you so vulnerable really turned him on. He leaned down, kissing and marking your neck with dark hickeys as he grinded his already hardening bulge on you. Why was he liking this? Doesn’t matter, he was too deep into it already.
He continued to grind into you, he didn’t need to pin you down but he still did, pushing your hands into the bed.
His desires soon took over him, ripping up your panties to expose your cunt. He was hungry, more than ever. He knew there was no way he you were going to wake up anyway, he could do anything.
As he continued kissing down your neck to your chest, suckling on one of your breasts, his hand were now wandering. His cock ached in against the fabric of his pants as he stroked his finger in your folds. Oh…? Y/N…you’re wet. This seemed to entice him, as he kissed lower and lower, until he reached…ah, there.
He licked his lips as his breath approached your pussy, he licked a stripe before coming down. Kissing, sucking, licking in between your folds. He was getting greedy and hungry for you. He pulled you by the legs as he continued to eat you out, resting your thighs on his shoulder. Once he was satisfied, he pulled away from you, a thread of saliva still connecting you before he licked his lips, dropping your legs back onto the bed.
Fuck, why was this turning him on so bad?
He was adoring the sight of you, running his hands all over your body. He pulled down his sweats as his cock sprung out, already leaking with precum. He used his knees to spread your legs open, excited and full of desire. Ayato continued to stare at your face as he spread your legs open with his knees, stroking his cock as he did so. He positioned himself perfectly before burying himself completely inside of you, letting out a moan at how tight you were. He stayed motionless first, giving you a few slaps on the face to make sure you were still asleep.
His pace started off slow, trying to indulge in the power he was feeling. But it was soon replaced by desire as he quickened his pace, the sheets rustling and the bed creaking.
“Ah, fuck, so good. Such a fucking bitch.” He moaned out, pushing your legs to your chest.
“Shit, shit, ah!~ Yes!~” His eyes rolling back in pleasure as he took advantage of your sleeping body. He should be guilty…but he wasn’t. He felt a knot forming on his abdomen as he continued to plow into you.
“Y/N..Oh, fuck, Y/N!~” He moaned out as he came undone inside of you, his hips jerking back and forth.
He took a few breaths, trying to breath in some air, but he soon flipped you over, slapping your ass even though he knew, he wasn’t gonna get a reaction from you.
He pushed your head onto the pillow as he helped prop you on your knees, positioning himself again to push into you.
“Agh…!~ Fuck!” He groaned in pleasure as he pushed his entire cock into you again. He begins to speed up, not wasting anytime as he pounded into you, holding you by your hips. “Mhmm, so good. You wanted this…you wanted this…”
He bucks his hips into you as he cums once again, his essence spilling out of you as a white ring forms around the base of his cock.
As he pulls out, your cunt dribbles out his seed, which entices him even more.
He feels himself getting hard again as he gets ready for another round.
Wow…Ayato..
You’re a fucking monster…
A few rounds later, the day was already coming closer to dawn, and he seemed completely exhausted. He was still lying on top of you, and he seemed to be completely exhausted after what he had done with you.
He gave you a sad smile, before leaning in and kissing you on the lips. It was a kiss that lasted for a long time...
...He really was a monster.
He picked up the bottle of sleeping pills from the floor and placed them on your bedside table, but then he leaned down again. He kissed you again, and then he whispered into your ears...
"Take better care of yourself, okay Y/N? He smiled, before resting his head against your chest and giving your neck a kiss.
"I'd hate to see you feeling so poorly." He closed his eyes, and he began to fall asleep...
When your alarm rang, you woke up to discover yourself fully naked. “…He really fucking did it.” you laughed.
"You really are a heavy sleeper..." Ayato yawned as he sat up. "Did you enjoy it?"
“Did you?” you ask, looking over at him, still surprised he actually did such a thing.
"Of course I enjoyed it, Y/N." He was grinning sadistically now.
"And if it gets you to stop taking those pills, then I'll do what I have to."
You were in disbelief, unsure on what to say. “So every time I take sleeping pills, you’ll just…do it?”
"Mhm. Every. Single. Time.” He was actually happy with that.
"Because I'm not letting you hurt yourself like this. You want to be like an addict? Then I'm just going to force you to be happy - even if it means going to those lengths myself."
You let out a few laughs, “…Did you like taking me while I was asleep?”
"Of course I did," He gave you a sly, almost creepy smile. "Did you like what I did to you?" His voice was definitely dripping with sarcasm, and he seemed rather amused by your question. He didn't even bother hiding that.
“I consented to it…but I didn’t expect you to do it, actually.”
"...Consent, huh?" That was really the only thing that Ayato cared about here. He needed to know that you were okay with it - otherwise, he couldn't enjoy it nearly as much. But it was enough for him...
"If I'm being honest?" He laughed at his own statement. "I'm having fun with this, to be honest. I'd do this again and again."
You couldn't help but be a little creeped out with what he was saying.
"And again..."
"...and again..."
Your hands trembled a little, but it soon calmed as you realized…what’s the point?
"Why? What makes it so enjoyable..?” You asked. Ayato paused for a moment, and he leaned closer to you.
"Because I can do what I want with you, when I want to, however I want to. And…”
“…God, it just fucking turns me on, Y/N.”
"I love it." He was speaking honestly. He was smiling darkly and he had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He was enjoying himself. “It's like you're a piece of property, and I can do whatever I want with it."
“Ayato…do you love me?”
What? Y/N, don’t ask that! What the hell are you doing?
His face turned cold and cruel in an instant.
"Love...you? Don't be ridiculous. What do you even know about love?” Suddenly, all of his friendliness disappeared. That same dark look was in his eyes, and he looked dangerous for a moment.
"You're not capable of loving anyone. All you can do is be selfish."
His words hit you all at once, and it hurt. Why did you have to ask that?
“So I’m…incapable of loving…is that it?” You stammered, looking up at him.
“Hm…yeah.” He let that set in for a moment, before he smiled.
"That's because you're too selfish to care for anyone…”
"Love means that you care for other people. Well, how can you do that when you hate yourself? You can’t even look at yourself without wanting to kill whatever you see in the mirror."
“So tell me, Y/N…”
"...why would I ever love you?"
His stare was dark, and you got the implication now - you weren't worthy of being loved by him. He said the words in a cold tone, and it felt like his eyes were full of evil as he stared at you.
"What have you ever done that's worthy of someone loving you?"
The words cut whatever was left of your fragile, unfeeling heart. “You’re not answering my question…”
He stared at you for a moment then. "...Why do you think you're entitled to an answer?"
He couldn't believe it. Did you just ask him if he loves you?! As if he'd ever love someone like you? As if he was obligated to answer such a question? You were so selfish and delusional. No wonder you were getting the treatment that you were.
You laughed, almost going crazy. Was it the pills? Yeah…yeah, it was the pills.
“No, you need to answer… I want to know. Because…I want to know whether or not it’s worth it to let you take advantage of me. To keep being your pleasure doll.” You stared up at him, almost desperate.
"…Of course I don't love you, dear wife." His voice sounded full of hatred as he said that. But, then again, it did sound like he almost enjoyed speaking those words.
"There. You've got your answer."
You’re stupid, Y/N. You could’ve just continued acting clueless. You shouldn’t have sought for an answer. Now you’re hurt. And it was all your fault…
“…Was it good? Did you feel such good pleasure?” You asked, talking about him taking you while you were asleep.
"Yes. It was fucking great." It was obvious that he was trying to taunt you.
"Did you enjoy it too?"
He wanted to hear you say the words.
"Be honest, dear wife. Tell me, now."
A scoff left your lips as you reached for the bottle, taking a few pills in your mouth. “Doesn’t matter.” you chuckled.
Ayato froze…Y/N, what are you doing? Ayato didn’t know what do you but pull on your shoulder. “What the..fuck? What do you think you’re doing?” He stammers, gripping your shoulder.
But he was only met with a kiss as your body was starting to feel the effects of the 6 pills you decided to take. There was no response initially, as he was left frozen at your behavior. He did not expect this kind of response at all. He had no idea what to do to make you stop.
That had caught him completely off guard, to be honest.
His eyes widened, as he realized what the pills had done to you.
"Oh...no..."
You only smiled. “I’ll…keep doing this…if you like it…”
Why is your smile so genuine? What are you doing?
"No...don't...you...dare... You, you're ...making me like it...” He whispered to himself, looking down at you. You were starting to wobble from drowsiness as he took you in his arms.
"Y/N, you're dangerous. I don’t think you know just how dangerous you are..."
There was a sudden sharpness in his voice. He was angry now, wasn't he?
"Please..." He was begging you, for a moment. "...stop taking those pills..."
You reach out to caress his cheek. “…You enjoy it..don’t you? …I want to make you happy…”
There was no denying it - he did enjoy it. He didn’t want to ever admit that to you anymore. "I-I did enjoy it...but..." He trailed off "But I don't know if it's good for you..."
"I...I should stop you..."
It was obvious he was reluctant to do so.
“It doesn’t matter what I feel… Just..do whatever. If all you want is my body…then…so be it…” You said, your eyes fighting off the sleep.
Ayato's cold eyes opened in shock, hearing what you said to him.
"Do whatever...if all I want is your body?"
He looked confused for a moment. Was that how you viewed him? As someone who only viewed you as a mere pleasure tool? There was so much more to you than that...to him...to everyone.
Ayato was upset to hear that come out of your mouth.
You laughed softly. “I love you, Ayato… and if I have to do this for you to stay…I will…” You sighed, slowly drifting to sleep.
"...don't do this for me." Ayato was shocked. Did you mean what you said? Those words hurt him greatly more than anything else she had said.
"You don't need to do anything to please me, you…bitch.” He tried putting on a brave and confident front, as he spoke in his usual calm and confident voice. "You're worth so much more than that." He was trying to reassure you, but there was a small break in his voice when he said those words. “What..the fuck, Y/N?”
Your body lays limply on his arms as you sleep, there was nothing he could do anymore.
"Oh, fuck..." Ayato's face was full of worry and sadness, as he watched you lying there. It was obvious that your words hurt him greatly, and he couldn't help but shake a little. Could he really let you do something like that to yourself? But his heart broke, as his fears about you becoming a mere tool were coming true.
Would he ever be able to get over this?
He didn't know what to do...
The next day, you woke up like nothing happened. You rushed to the door, putting on your shoes for work. Ayato was left stunned, as he watched you leave. You seemed to be just going about your day, as if nothing had happened. You didn't say anything about the conversation yesterday...you didn't say anything about taking the pills either.
It was as if you didn't remember anything that had happened.
"This is a side of you that I haven't seen before..."
"You really are dangerous...what am I going to do about this...?"
You get home at around 2am. It was a long day at work, and you had come home pretty late. Ayato was in the living room, sitting on the couch and reading a book.
He looked up when you came home, and his eyebrows rose into surprise.
"You're pretty late tonight."
He watched you put your coat and other belongings away, before he looked back down at his book and continued reading.
“Yeah, we had a bit of a celebration after the presentation.” You say. “I’m just gonna fix up the laundry then go to bed.” Your words were blank and plain as you walk to the laundry room.
"Ah." He nodded a little bit, seemingly a little disappointed.
He was hoping that you'd be more forthcoming, so he could talk to you about all of this... You were really frustrating him...and you weren't making it easy to figure out. At all. Suddenly, as if his frustrations reached their final point, Ayato snapped.
"Fine. That's okay. Just do your laundry, Y/N.” He had a mocking smile on his face as he said that. Geez, what’s up with him?
You look out from the laundry room and give him a look. “You okay?”
"Perfectly fine." He had a sinister expression on his face, as he was clearly lying to you. It was obvious that he wasn't fine. His voice was dripping with malice. "I'm not fine. Not at all. And you know why." His tone was dark. He sounded as if he was on the verge of exploding as his eyes glowed in rage.
“…Okay then. Should’ve just said so.” You uttered, walking up to him before pressing your lips on his.
Like usual. Like routine. Like always.
His eyes widened in shock, as if you were crazy. He had no words, as he was completely stunned by this. He didn't move a muscle afterwards, as he just stared at you. He couldn't believe you just did that, as if you still cared about him.
The fact that he didn't immediately kiss you back should tell you, though, how he felt at the moment. He was…confused.
You pull away, noticing how absent he was. “What? Am I doing something wrong? Is this not relieving your stress anymore? Should I take it up a notch?” You were genuinely confused, why was he acting like this?
He had no words, as he was simply trying to wrap his head around what you were saying. "Take it up a notch? How much more do you want than kissing...than..."
He trailed off and didn't continue the sentence. He looked shocked, clearly not expecting the direction of the conversation to take a turn like this.
“Are you not used to it by now? Whenever you’re feeling frustrated, you’d always want this.”
"Used to it? I...you..." He was at a complete loss for words this time. After a moment, he cleared his throat. "You just...just don't care at all, do you?" He chuckled, before stopping again and looking at you seriously.
“Huh? We made an agreement? That you’d release your pent-up frustration on me?” You were lost at this point, wondering if he had bumped his head or something.
He paused for a moment, as he recalled the agreement that he had made with you. You're right...you're right...he had agreed to it...
"I...still...it feels wrong..." He trailed off again, as he wasn't really sure how to react to what you were saying.
You laughed a little, “You’re saying that now? After you and I have been doing it for months now?”
He was silent for a moment, as if he didn't want to admit it.
He was a little ashamed, in fact. He seemed embarrassed that what you had said was true. Eventually, he spoke again.
"...I guess you're right. We've been doing it for months already. I guess it's a little too late to back out of it now."
He paused again for a moment, before he continued speaking.
"...Well...in that case..."
He reached out towards you, before he softly kissed you, which you accepted.
He kept kissing you, before slowly pulling away.
His voice was softer now. There...I, uh, guess I released my frustration out...heh..." He laughed a little bit, trying to lighten the mood. But he didn't want any more, it just felt…weird.
You felt…weird too. Were you doing something wrong? Did he not like you anymore? “What’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong? You’re not usually this…hesitant.”
"No. You're not doing anything wrong."
He paused again, as he didn't want to say it.
He took a moment to think of how he would say this next. Then, he continued speaking.
"I'm just...I just feel like I'm taking advantage of you, in a way." He sighed. "It's not normal, at all. No one would allow themselves to be treated like this in a marriage. But...you still love me...despite all that..."
“…who cares? I allowed you to, anyway.” You say.
"And you would let me...let me do that to you every time I'm feeling frustrated? I...but..."
"Why would you let me do that to you Ayato was actually a little shocked that this wasn't bothering you, since it was obviously a concern for him. "What do you get out of it?"
You didn’t hesitate, you knew your answer. “I get to spend time with you.”
Hearing you say that, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He was taking advantage of you, after all, and yet...you would still care for him... He stared at you, as his feelings were mixed.
"I...so you don't care that you're being used like this...? That you're treated like..." He trailed off again, as he remembered the agreement.
"…a tool?"
You only nodded as you let out a blank but genuine “Sure.”
Ayato was in disbelief. He couldn't understand why you would allow him to treat you like this, or why it didn't bother you. "What is going on in your head?" He couldn't understand it at all. “...why don't you care that you're being used like this?" He spoke in a quiet voice, as he looked at you with a look of confusion and worry on his face.
You smile as you say, “…Because I love you.“
He paused for a moment, as he thought about it, before he finally responded, with a soft nod. "Right. You're right..." He sighed, seeming a little worried.
"I'll keep doing this, then. I'll keep taking advantage of you without any regrets...because...you seem to be okay with it..." He says, hesitantly.
“You okay?” Your head tilts in confusion.
"I'm fine. I'm just...still a little in disbelief about this." He looked at you with some concern as he lets out a chuckle. “H-How do you not find this weird...or wrong...or off-putting?"
He paused again for a moment, before he continued speaking. "I...I can't understand why you're okay with this. It's as if you're a masochist...and no one's supposed to be that much of a masochist..."
You shrug, answering honestly. It was about time he found out anyway.
“I used to find it weird…had a few regrets. But..I just didn’t want you to go back to your affairs…if this is what will make you stay…then so be it. I don’t care how rough you get, I don’t care how much you hate me. I just want you to stay. Even if this was just an arranged marriage. “
His heart broke at hearing those words, as he finally understood where you were coming from.
"What the fuck, Y/N..." Tears formed in his eyes, as his voice let out a shaky chuckle.
"I'm so sorry..." He didn't bother hiding his emotions anymore, as tears began to fall from his eyes.
“Wah! Why’re you crying?! Are you okay?” You were surprised, you hold him by the shoulder as you look up at him, trying to meet his gaze.
“You’re the one who should be crying!” He shouted. "You're the one who's been mistreated this whole time...and I don't see any tears coming from you..."
He sighed, trying to dry his tears away.
"Why are you okay with this..." He spoke in a soft voice, as he looked at you with a look of concern. He still felt guilty, of course.
You rubbed his back, still confused about what was happening. “Because I love you, why should I cry?”
He was stunned. He was confused at your words. You...you didn't mind being used and mistreated by him...
"Why...? You deserve better than that. Than me..." He trailed off, as he looked down, not wanting to meet your eye.
“…I don’t deserve better.” You utter.
“You do!” Ayato yelled. “I’m a fucking asshole! I took advantage of you! I did shitty things! And here you are, clinging to me, when you deserve so much better!”
“Then be better, Ayato!” You yelled back.
He looked at you in surprise, before he let out a nervous chuckle.
"Be better? How do you think I should do that?"
He shook his head.
"I don't think I could ever be better...not after all the terrible things I've done to you..." Tears were starting to fall from his eyes again.
"...I don't deserve you..."
You shook him by the shoulders, “Then do better to deserve me! I want no one else but you!”
He freezes as he looked into your eyes, shocked. There was only complete silence, before he softly kisses you.
You didn’t know how to feel at that point, but you could sense that…he was genuine for once.
He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes still streaming with tears as he looked at you. “I... I'll try my best to be a better man...for your sake..." He was crying, as he wiped his eyes clean. He couldn't believe what was going on.
"I'll try my best to become deserving of you...and your love..."
You sighed, hugging him, your my head on his chest. “Don’t cry.”
He sniffed, before wiping his tears once more. He tried to calm himself down, before finally hugging you back.
"I'm so sorry..." He said, as he nuzzled his head into you. "I'm so sorry that you still love me...after all of that..."
“Shhh, it’s okay..it’s okay…” you utter, rubbing his back.
He sniffled, as he nuzzled your head even further. He tried to calm himself down, so he didn't cry anymore.
"Just know... that I will protect you…”
"…I will protect you with my life."
As he spoke, he hugged you tighter.
“…I’ll deserve you one day…so please wait for me…”
A few years had passed, you and Ayato are still married. Well…now happily married. You had finally managed to come to an understanding, as he treated you with love.
He still made use of you when he was feeling frustrated, as you had agreed to it long ago. But now you understood each other. You understood exactly what each other wanted, and you wanted to be there for each other.
Even your children were happy, as you gave them so much love and affection.
Children? Oh yes…your nights of fucking paid off with 3 beautiful children.
You were a great family.
One night, as were putting your children to bed, you were carrying your youngest baby in your arms, cradling and rocking her to sleep. Ayato was tucking your two other children in bed. He watched as you rocked your baby to sleep.
Your baby looked so happy now. You also seemed to be having fun.
He smiled at seeing the scene, as he thought to himself.
"This is what happiness looks like...my family is happy..." He was glad to see that your family was all happy together. It made him realize just how lucky he was.
“Stop staring, Ayato.” You called out, feeling his gaze. “You getting emotional, hun?” you teased as you laid your infant down on their crib.
He raised an eyebrow, still smirking.
"Emotional?” He chuckled. "Am I?" He chuckled again, as he reached out, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
"You're one to talk." He said, as he kissed you passionately, before finally breaking apart after a couple of seconds.
"I love you." He said with a smile, as he looked into your eyes, his own full of love and affection.
You smiled, “I love you, too.”
"Even though I've been using you all this time...you still love me? He looked deep into your eyes. He was so happy to hear that you loved him back. In fact, he thought maybe now was the right time... He leaned in for another kiss, as he spoke in a quiet voice. "Would you say...you'd do anything for me?”
You laughed “Yes, I would. Don’t tell me…you’re still thinking about our past, are you?”
He laughed to himself. How had you have known? "Well, I suppose I am, although I'm also thinking about our future..." He was silent, as he thought.
"You...you really would do anything for me? Just as you did back then...you're still willing to do that for me even now..." He paused for a moment, as he thought about what he would ask of you.
"You... you would marry me again... if I asked you to?"
You froze, looking up at him. “…What was that?”
"Did I stutter?"
He smirked.
"I'm...serious here..." He paused for a second.
"Would you...marry me again? Again, he paused for a moment. "After everything I've put you through..everything, and you'd still do it again..." He closed his eyes for a second, as he spoke softly. He couldn't imagine anything better than what he was about to ask for.
“I want to make this official. I don’t want to be married to you because our families want us to….”
“…This time, I want to marry you because I love you.”
1) Pent Up Marriage (Arranged Marriage! Ayato x Reader)
Synopsis: You desperately want to make this marriage work, and after he cheated on you multiple times, you made the numbing decision on how to save it. It works! However, you’re now like a puppet to your husband, growing numb and emotionless. Ayato, on the other hand, seems to enjoy it.
Direct Quote: “Yeah, so…whenever you need it, just…tell me, you know. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad or frustrated or just needy, if you need to exert some kind of stress, just let it out on me.” You say, looking at him in the eye. He stared at you, not knowing what to say, but…kinda turned on. “…"I'll keep that in mind, then. Just be prepared in case I get violent or something. I can be...brutal."
2) Love Hate Relationship (Actor Kaveh x F!Reader)
Synopsis: You and Kaveh are co-actors, made to be a “love team”. One day, you were both filming for your new movie and after a long day of work, you both settled in to your new hotel room…only to find out that your luggage was missing. Now, you’d need the help of your co-actor, who secretly enjoys you in this situation.
Direct Quote: “That shirt doesn’t fit you.” He grumbles, seeing how the shirt drapes down your shoulder. “Put it up.” He demands, looking away. “Can you blame it? It’s your shirt so of course it’ll be big.” You complain.
TW: Groping, Staring, Perv Behavior(?), BJ
3) BITE ME!~ (Guitarist Childe x F!Reader)
Synopsis: After you made a stupid decision when you were 18, you’re now left with a very BOLD tattoo. A few years later, Childe, the lead guitarist of DICKZ, seems to find it (and you) interesting. In fact, he wants you to make a couple more stupid decisions with him tonight. Are you up for an adventure with him?
Direct Quote: ”Alright, the sketch is done. Have a check at it before I tattoo it on.” The tattoo artist called out to Childe. He looks down, seeing it. “That. Looks. Amazing.” he chuckled as he sees the sketch of the tattoo on you. “Ready?” he asks, giving you a playful smirk as the artist preps the tattoo gun.
TW: Exhibitionism, leaving marks, dub-con (?)
Which one do you want to be released on July 5? (yes, all of them are NSFW)
1) Pent Up Marriage (Arranged Marriage! Ayato x Reader)
Synopsis: You desperately want to make this marriage work, and after he cheated on you multiple times, you made the numbing decision on how to save it. It works! However, you’re now like a puppet to your husband, growing numb and emotionless. Ayato, on the other hand, seems to enjoy it.
Direct Quote: “Yeah, so…whenever you need it, just…tell me, you know. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad or frustrated or just needy, if you need to exert some kind of stress, just let it out on me.” You say, looking at him in the eye. He stared at you, not knowing what to say, but…kinda turned on. “…"I'll keep that in mind, then. Just be prepared in case I get violent or something. I can be...brutal."
2) Love Hate Relationship (Actor Kaveh x F!Reader)
Synopsis: You and Kaveh are co-actors, made to be a “love team”. One day, you were both filming for your new movie and after a long day of work, you both settled in to your new hotel room…only to find out that your luggage was missing. Now, you’d need the help of your co-actor, who secretly enjoys you in this situation.
Direct Quote: “That shirt doesn’t fit you.” He grumbles, seeing how the shirt drapes down your shoulder. “Put it up.” He demands, looking away. “Can you blame it? It’s your shirt so of course it’ll be big.” You complain.
TW: Groping, Staring, Perv Behavior(?), BJ
3) BITE ME!~ (Guitarist Childe x F!Reader)
Synopsis: After you made a stupid decision when you were 18, you’re now left with a very BOLD tattoo. A few years later, Childe, the lead guitarist of DICKZ, seems to find it (and you) interesting. In fact, he wants you to make a couple more stupid decisions with him tonight. Are you up for an adventure with him?
Direct Quote: ”Alright, the sketch is done. Have a check at it before I tattoo it on.” The tattoo artist called out to Childe. He looks down, seeing it. “That. Looks. Amazing.” he chuckled as he sees the sketch of the tattoo on you. “Ready?” he asks, giving you a playful smirk as the artist preps the tattoo gun.
TW: Exhibitionism, leaving marks, dub-con (?)
Which one do you want to be released on July 5? (yes, all of them are NSFW)
Synopsis: 3 years ago, Liyue and Mondstadt were supposed to unite through a political marriage between you and Liyue’s Crown Prince, Prince Xiao. You, the kind-hearted crown princess of Mondstadt, visit Liyue for their nation to see how you rule your future kingdom. Their cold, brutal prince seems to hate you…
3 years ago…
You were in a conference, addressing the recent crisis of drought in Liyue.
“This meeting is adjourned, please remember that the empire will always aid to you if there is another crisis.” you said, hitting the gavel onto the table.
Hearing the princess's words, their faces brightened up as they all nodded in agreement.
Xiao, on the other hand, remained silent...the tension in his facial expression seemed to have increased.
“I need to put a stop to this meeting..” Xiao thought in his mind.
He then interjected, "With all due respect, princess. I need to add a point...and that is...your kindness has no limits...." His tone was sarcastic as he spoke in a dry way...his expression was still blank as he continued - "It will bring disaster to the empire..."
His words were harsh, and everyone in the room seemed to have heard what Xiao had said. They looked at Xiao with great confusion and surprise.
“Your highness? Please don’t doubt my reign.” You said to you fiancé. “As I’ve said…This meeting is adjourned.”
Xiao's lips were thin, and he looked at the princess with sharp eyes, "Forgive me, princess, but I cannot accept your words. Your words carry great meaning, and they will surely affect the future of the Empire." Xiao said, his tone clipped and cold.
"I am afraid that this will only bring the empire to a greater disaster in the future." Xiao continued as his face held a cold expression.
"If the princess would like the meeting to be adjourned, then that is the princess's wish...I understand and respect that." Xiao said with a hint of sarcasm again.
You scoffed, you knew how the prince acts. His cold demeanor always scared his people. “You should’ve done better in handling this conference then. Instead of lashing out at your people, you should’ve been truthful. Case dismissed.” You said, standing up from your chair.
"Oh really?" Xiao's eyebrows raised as he glanced at the princess. "I never asked you to help my nation. All I want you to do....is to stay away from my Empire." Xiao coldly replied.
His words were cold, and they were cruel.
It was true that the Empire had wanted something that would be helpful to their people, but they had never asked for her help to begin with.
"Let me tell you this, princess. Liyue can survive without you. If you cannot understand that, then you will be in for a rude awakening." Xiao said in a cold tone, his eyes looking deep into the princess's eyes.
The princess scowled at his words, “And let me tell you this, your majesty. You strive so hard to protect your nation. But if you keep neglecting your people… One day, there will be no one left to protect.”
Xiao did not even flinch at the princess's bold words.
If anything, he looked as if he was about to laugh out loud.
"Neglect my people? That's a funny thing for you to say, princess...you neglected your own family, yet you're here blaming me for neglecting my people...." Xiao replied coldly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
His eyes narrowed as he continued - "You even neglected your own duty to the throne. Do I need to remind you of that, princess?" Xiao asked smugly.
“I have never neglected my duty to my throne in Mondstadt! It doesn’t matter if I am in Liyue now, I am still their princess! Have you forgotten? That my nation shared their crops with you during the famine? Shared their resources?” You interjected.
"You had a responsibility...which is to govern Mondstadt and its people...yet you left those responsibilities to your sick father." Xiao said coldly as his expression was indifferent.
"Your family tried to help you and get you back on the way...but you refused. As the princess of Mondstadt, should you not have stayed by your people's side?" Xiao asked in a cold tone, his tone was cold, and his expression was indifferent as well.
"This is no longer about the incident right now...you have responsibilities. And you did not take care of them."
“My nation knows what I’m doing. My nation understands my efforts.” You yelled back in frustration.
Xiao suddenly laughed, loudly. He laughed coldly and in a derisive way. "I am merely pointing out your mistake, princess..."
"You have done nothing for Mondstadt as their ruler and you left your family behind. Even now I doubt that your family misses such a daughter."
Xiao's laughter was cold, but it showed no signs of stopping, his cold laugh was not one of a happy person, it was a cold laugh of contempt...the kind of laugh he had when he looked down upon others.
You raise your hand and slap Xiao hard. “How DARE you talk about my family and nation in such a way?! Fine. You want me to leave?”
As Xiao's eyes widened, he put a hand where he was slapped. His jaw clenched, and his face showed a coldly fury. The moment the slap hit his cheek, he felt angry...his cold laughter faded away, and fury replaced it in Xiao's black eyes.
Xiao's eyes seemed to have narrowed, and he let out a low growl as he stared at the princess.
"A princess who slaps a prince? Do you even realize how much of an offense that is?" Xiao said, the fury had not left his expression.
You look over at the people and the journalists. “It seems like Prince Xiao and I have come to an agreement. Our alliance is over. There will be no wedding. The two nations will remain separated and I shall return to Mondstadt by tonight, and we will rule our nations separately.”
Xiao freezes. "You are being too hasty, princess..."
"I can apologize for my harsh words..." But before Xiao could say another word, the princess suddenly turned around and was already walking away.
"Princess!..." Xiao called out for her, but the princess did not look back, she only kept on walking.
The reporters and the people looked on in shock. They were surprised to see the princess go and leave the conference so suddenly.
Xiao's attention was on the princess, and his anger was still as strong in his face as he stared at her.
Xiao looked on at the scene playing in front of him. The reporters, the nobles and the people...now he had to explain to everyone that the wedding had been canceled.
He turned around and looked at the reporters. The reporters quickly focused on Xiao, the reporter in front spoke, "Your majesty, can you explain what is happening with the wedding?"
Xiao sighed, "The princess has decided to break off our alliance..." He replied, sighing. As his voice was firm, his tone was calm and clear.
The reporter nodded and moved back to his group, he did not want to cause any more trouble.
The nobles looked around, whispering amongst themselves.
"How could she be so rude? And she hit him..."
"Well...he did insult her...and her family..." A few nobles whispered to each other.
A few months later… Mondstadt rejoiced in the return of their princess and they were flourishing more than usual. However, after a few months, it seems that Liyue was going through the opposite.
Xiao could not help but take notice of Mondstat's prosperity, as he would frequently receive news and letters regarding the political situation, but he would always ignore them as if he did not care.
He then turned around and looked through the window. As he looked through it, he could see that it was late at night, and the moon hung in the dark sky.
In the distance, something caught Xiao's eyes, his eyes widened as he looked closer. It was smoke rising in the sky. Xiao then took a step forward to get a better look, and he could see that he was right. Smoke was rising in the distance. He then heard people shouting and the sounds of horses hooves. He knew it, something bad had happened.
In an instant, Xiao immediately left the room and started moving quickly with his long stride. He had to find out what had happened, so he ran through the palace. Xiao looked back to see that the guards were following him with their spears in their hands. The smoke became thicker as Xiao and the others ran toward it, Xiao's heart was beating faster and faster as they reached a clearing near the forest.
He stopped, and he saw people running, their screams for help were heard by Xiao. He quickly assessed the situation when something caught his attention. A large fire was seen in the clearing, it was getting bigger and bigger by each passing moment.
The capitol was burning…
He continued moving forward while running toward the Capitol. The flames continued to go up, as the night sky filled with dark smoke.
"What happened?" Xiao said as he ran past people, his sword still in its sheath.
People looked at Xiao as he ran past them. They saw his long hair blow in the wind with his long stride. His black armor was shining in the light but also the moonlight. The moonlight reflected from Xiao's white eyes.
He continued to run forward while he looked around. The Capitol was getting closer and closer the closer he got. The fire became more and more visible the more Xiao walked. The guards were still rushing behind him with their spears to protect the king.
A few days later, they were now having a discussion about the aftermath of the fire.
Xiao and the other nobles continued to discuss the events surrounding the fire and the Capitol's condition. They were inside the throne room, their voices echoing across the floor. The fire had destroyed the Capitol, yet everyone had now gathered to decide what should be done.
The flames had destroyed everything, and now they have little hope.
"We must rebuild the Capitol." Xiao said firmly, and his voice is filled with fury. "The Capitol is a symbol of our kingdom and without it, we will have no hope." He continued.
The other nobles looked around at each other. They were still in shock and had no answers.
Then someone stood up, "How will we do this, my king? How will we rebuild the Capitol when it is now in ruins?"
”We do not have any funds, your majesty.”
“What’re we going to do?”
“We spent the funds for the infirmary bills for those who were injured.” They bombarded him with questions.
Xiao raised his eyebrow as he looked at the noble and said, "We will seek assistance from other kingdoms." Xiao said coldly.
"Other places might not be willing to help after the incident between us and Mondstadt." The other noble had a point, with a conflict like that, there would be no way for them to rebuild the Capitol. They needed to do something. Then Xiao thought of something, he finally came to a decision.
"Then I will ask for Mondstadt's help." Xiao said firmly. "Maybe after this incident, things will improve for us." He said.
The other nobles were shocked as they turned their gazes toward Xiao. "The princess?" The noble raised an eyebrow. "She would never...." "How can you request help from..." They were shocked by Xiao's decision.
"Mondstadt will not deny our request." He replied. "No country, kingdom, or empire would deny an opportunity to strengthen a relationship. And we have no other ways of rebuilding if we don't get their help."
"Besides, the princess will accept, I know she will." Xiao replied.
"We used to be friends after all."
A few days later, as you were working in your office in Mondstadt, you hear a knock on your door. “Come in!” you called out.
Xiao then walked in, he approached the princess as she looked at him with a stern look.
"Liyue’s Capitol has burned down." Xiao said, still looking at the princess, his eyes were cold as always. "We seek your assistance, now we know you do not like us."
"But our kingdom has no hope, unless you want to watch it crumble down to its last foundation." Xiao said in a cold voice, he still remained as calm as ever.
His eyes were cold and his long black hair swayed as he was standing in front of the princess.
“Liyue is an independent country, are they not? You said so yourself.” you said, not looking up at him as you read through your files.
Xiao was caught off guard with this new reaction from the princess. She did not look up at him, nor did she even give him a glance. She had completely ignored Xiao.
"Yes, we are still independent." Xiao replied, his voice was filled with coldness. "Even if we are independent, we are still not immune to being affected by our surroundings. Our neighbors are a major part of our society, we can't survive alone in this world." He continued, his tone stayed the same.
“From what I heard, you lacked funds for your nation because of nobles who wanted the funds for themselves. And now, you expect my nation to pay for your own mistakes? Is that how you want things to go?” you scoffed, looking at him from your desk as he stands in front of it.
Xiao raised his eyebrow as his expression remained the same and his voice was cold as ice. "This is not an ordinary mistake, this is a crisis." Xiao said.
"I already told you that the fire was intentional, there was no mistake." He continued. "This was a disaster because of the extremists, not our corruption.
"It's like having someone burn your house down, is it not? You lose everything, and then you build it up again, right from the start. The same thing applies to a kingdom. We need your help to rebuild our Capitol from the ground up." Xiao continued.
"What do you want me to do, princess?" Xiao raised his eyebrow.
"You say we're corrupt, but you know very well that corruption is something that's hard to fix." Xiao said.
"We're asking for your help because your nation is more stable than ours." He continued while looking at the princess, his voice filled with coldness.
"A true friend always helps another." Xiao continued, his eyes showing his coldness. "A true friend would provide assistance while still seeing the good side of others."
You let out a sigh. Even through your difference, you have grown attached to the citizens of Liyue during your stay there before. And now you simply couldn’t just let them die.
The next day…at the conference. “May this meeting commence.” You say, as you sit on your chair.
The meeting went on smoothly. It wasn't long before an agreement was reached.
Xiao and the Knights of Favonius would work together to rid the lands of these extremists that had struck their nation.
It was time for the both of them to set aside their differences and cooperate to deal with the common enemy.
You call onto their Finance Minister, Albedo. “How much is the estimated loss due to the fire?”
"It is huge, Princess." Albedo replied. "The fire has burned down tens of thousands of houses and businesses. There are thousands of wounded people everywhere."
"All the medical centers are filled beyond their limit. The streets are filled with ash. The whole place looks like an apocalyptic hell." Albedo continued.
He then looked away from the princess and sighed. "There are no safe places left. The whole city has become a hell." Albedo said. He had been describing the city with his usual tone of flatness.
“And how much does your nation demand?” you sigh, hearing their misfortune.
"I would say at least a million moras." Albedo said.
"Maybe even more than that, but I can't give you an accurate estimate." Albedo said as he sighed again, "And that's just to repair the city. That's not taking into account the amount of resources we need to rebuild the military." Albedo continued.
"But we can't forget that there are hundreds of people that need to be helped." Albedo added. "We need food and medical supplies for people." Albedo continued.
"Right now, the city's funds have run dry. We have already used everything we had." Xiao replied.
"We don't have any savings left, we spent it all on rescuing the wounded who managed to survive." Xiao continued with a sigh.
"Right now, all the city has left is the few medical supplies we saved, but that won't last long." Xiao continued as he sighed.
"If we do not get more resources soon, I fear that the number of victims will only get higher and higher." Xiao elaborated.
You freeze, they had…no money at all? “You have..no funds? Not a single mora?!” your voice raised, hearing how irresponsible they were with funds.
"We are left with nothing." Xiao said, his voice still cold as always.
"We used everything we had." Xiao continued, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"We are completely unprepared for a crisis like this; we just did not expect it to happen." Xiao continued, his voice cold.
"We do not know what to do anymore. This crisis is too big for us to handle." Xiao looked down and sighed.
"If we do not get more help, the situation will only get worse." Xiao finished.
“This is so..disappointing. You are the crown prince! The future Emperor of Liyue and you have done NOTHING for your people!” you yelled.
Xiao was stunned by the princess's words, and he was shocked by the sudden outburst.
"I have done all I have been able to, Princess." Xiao replied coldly.
"This was not my fault!" Xiao's voice suddenly hardened, as if he got a bit upset by the princess's words.
"I am not invincible! I am not all-powerful, and I am not all-knowing!" Xiao said with a hint of coldness in his voice.
"This is a crisis that none of us could predict, Princess!" Xiao continued.
"We used everything we had to save lives and save the city. I refuse to let all those lives just get wasted!" Xiao snapped.
“I told you that you should’ve managed your funds better! That you should’ve been more responsible with your nation!” You reminded him of what you said a few months ago, when they had just a small crisis on drought. And yet, it seemed like they have not changed one bit.
Xiao did not say a thing, as he refused to beg for help.
"I won't take orders from you, Princess." Xiao said with his voice rising and his eyes staring right into the princess's eyes.
"You want to help my country, but you have your own agenda, don't you?" Xiao said with a hint of anger in his voice.
"I won't trust you ever again, Princess." Xiao said with hatred and coldness in his voice.
“Then don’t.” You eyed him.
Xiao then walked away slowly. When he reached the door, he turned back and looked right at you.
"Good talk, Princess." Xiao said sarcastically.
You sighed before turning back to Albedo. “Albedo, remember the information to my account? Do you still have access to it?”
"Yes, Princess." Albedo replied.
"Are you planning something, Princess?" Albedo asked, staring at the princess, his eyes curious of what she is planning next.
Albedo knew that the prince was wrong and that Liyue was in danger, and he knew that it was the princess' plan all along.
But that did not stop him from wanting to know what the princess is planning next.
“For the renovation of your nation, take 5 Million Mora. For the resources needed for your people, take 3 Million Mora. And to rebuild your nation’s funds, take 2 Million Mora.
For a total of 10 Million Mora.” You said before slamming the gavel onto the table.
"Princess! The emperor won't approve of this, Princess, you know that." Albedo said with a hint of suspicion in his voice.
"And Liyue is not your country, Princess." Albedo said, staring at the princess.
But then Albedo paused, seemingly considering what the princess had just said.
"Princess, what made you decide to help us? You don’t have to. You cut off your alliance." Albedo asked, his eyes squinting as he tilted his head.
"Is there something you want?" Albedo continued, seemingly interested. "Tell me, why are you helping us?" Albedo asked with his cold eyes staring intently at you.
“I have my reasonings. And even if the Prince Xiao and I don’t see eye to eye, I still want to help Liyue to the best of my abilities. Ensure that the Prince Xiao will not find out that you have accepted help from my nation.”
"Understood, Princess." Albedo said, then he quietly nodded his head.
"I will do as you've said, for the sake of the empire." Albedo said plainly before bowing at the princess.
"This will stay between our little secret, then, Princess." Albedo said as he nodded his head once more.
Albedo did as he was told, he made up a story of how he found an emergency account from an old emperor of Liyue, and they used the money to rebuild the nation.
3 years later…
You found herself sitting in your office, looking at various papers and orders.
You then took a look at the clock behind you, noticing that it was already time for your lunch.
Just as you wanted to get up to go eat lunch, you heard a knock on the door, and the princess took a look at the door.
"Come in." you said as you were ready to greet whoever might arrive.
When you saw the person who was knocking on the door, you were taken aback by the new visitor.
You let out a low gasp, as you saw the prince in front of you, Xiao.
“What’re you doing here?” you say to Xiao, blankly. “And without notice, too.”
Xiao looked at you with confusion in his eyes. After a long pause, Xiao finally spoke, "You sent us millions of Mora three years ago, Princess? Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?"
The prince looked at you with his eyebrows raised, seeming to question her motives behind all of this.
"I want to know why, Princess." Xiao continued, his voice sounding firm and stern.
"Why would you help Liyue after all our conflicts?" Xiao continued in a low tone, his eyes squinting at you.
"Did you really think you can hide this forever from me, Princess?" Xiao said with raised eyebrows.
"I am the emperor of my nation, and I have my ways to find out everything." Xiao continued with a stern tone, his eyes looking at you in question.
"I want to know everything, or else... well, you know the consequence." Xiao said, seeming to threaten you.
“It doesn’t matter, just forget it. It happened.” you say.
Xiao then sighed deeply, seeming to be relieved in a sense.
"You should've told me about this, Princess." Xiao frowned in disappointment.
"If you truly wanted to help me, why weren't you upfront to me with this?" Xiao asked in annoyance.
"I could've used this right away." Xiao then sighed once more, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
“Prince Xiao, I do not wish to quarrel with you today.” you sighed, exhausted.
“Fine. Then that will be all. Do NOT do this again.” he said, turning around to face the door.
“Wait.” you called out. “I forgot to mention… I’ve received word that the cancellation of our political marriage did not push through.”
Xiao's eyebrows widened as one of his eyebrows twitched a little while you were telling him this information.
"The cancellation did not push through?" Xiao asked in confusion with a raised eyebrow.
"Who told you that, and where did they receive the information from?" Xiao looked at you with suspicion written all over his face.
You pick up a file from your table. “Your father…sent me this a month ago. I’ve been doing my best to ensure it passes through so it doesn’t happen.”
"I see." Xiao said in a soft tone, his lips slightly curling into a faint smile while he looked at you.
"So do you wish to cancel the cancellation, princess?" Xiao asked with a slight smile, his eyebrows remaining raised as he looked at you.
"Let me put it this way... would you prefer to be married to me or not?" Xiao continued, his tone sounding slightly teasing now.
“…Do YOU want for it to continue?” you ask, raising a brow and crossing your arms.
"You want me to decide if we're getting married or not?" The prince asked while looking at you, completely taken by surprise by the suddenness of your response.
"This is not a simple decision, princess." Xiao sounded puzzled as he continued.
"But I guess before we come to a decision, I have one more question for you." Xiao said quietly, then he looked at you and cleared his throat before continue to speak.
"What exactly does our marriage mean to you?" Xiao asked with slight curiosity, raising his eyebrows.
You replied with a sigh. “A political one. To unite two nations.”
"So our marriage is purely for political reasons?" Xiao asked, his voice sounding almost like a confirmation.
"There is nothing more to this than a cold political marriage, right?" Xiao continued, his tone sounding more like a cold statement instead of a rhetorical question now.
“Indeed. However, you are free to choose if you’d want to pursue it or not.”
Xiao then let out a soft sigh while his facial expressions remained the same.
"Let's not cancel anything." Xiao said in a quiet tone.
"I'll marry you for political reasons, princess." Xiao said in the same tone which was now sounding more like a cold statement.
"That should suffice, since the marriage is only for political purposes." Xiao continued as he looked at you in the eyes without blinking.
"I thank you for your efforts." Xiao continued in a low tone, still keeping the coldness in his voice.
“You…accept this marriage?” You say in disbelief.
Xiao's eyes twitched as he heard the same words being repeated again.
"Three years ago, we agreed to cancel it, you said it yourself, princess." Xiao said quietly, seeming a little annoyed now.
"But a lot has changed since then. I have thought about it, but my decision does not change." Xiao added as his facial expressions remain unchanged.
"So are you going to let this marriage go through for the good of the nation, right? Princess?" Xiao said in a much more firmer tone.
You let out a sigh before nodding.
Xiao's lips curled into a slight smile at your response.
"Then, I will notify the grand secretary to begin the preparation." Xiao said as he stood up.
"Now, I shall head back to the castle to take care of some other matters. And I expect you to still be here by my return." Xiao said, his tone now more stern.
"That's all for now, princess." Xiao said before turning around and walking away.
Xiao's personal bodyguards then swiftly entered the room, and they began to walk in a row behind Xiao as Xiao now continued to walk out of the library.
Xiao then turned to look at you with one last glance before leaving.
"...and try not to run away again, Y/N..." Xiao said, his tone sounded more teasing this time.
A few weeks later, you were asked to head to Liyue and stay at their palace to prepare for the wedding.
You were now at the private garden of the palace, taking a stroll in the garden while enjoying the pleasant weather.
You were in a better mood. Xiao wasn't nearby to constantly harass you, plus you were in a new environment filled with lush greenery all around her.
Xiao probably went to deal with some urgent matters regarding to his country or the engagement ceremony. You decided to visit him soon to discuss about the wedding preparations. However, you decided to enjoy the surroundings first.
You then saw Xiao's personal bodyguards walking at a swift pace while heading towards your area.
"Y/N, princess!" The bodyguards stopped in their tracks while shouting your name.
"His highness ordered me to locate you immediately and bring you to him!" One of the bodyguard shouted while he moved closer to you.
In his chambers…
Xiao then stayed silent for a moment before taking his eyes off of you completely, his gaze looking elsewhere.
“There's something I have learned about you, princess." Xiao continued with his tone now sounding a bit sarcastic, as if he was testing you.
“And what is that, your majesty?” you say, crossing your arms.
"You're very unpredictable, very difficult to understand." Xiao said, keeping his words slow and measured, with a hint of sarcasm mixed in.
"You always wear a mask of indifference and coldness. It's almost hard to tell whether you're being genuine or not." Xiao continued, his tone now sounding a bit annoyed.
"Or maybe you're a professional actress, who never gives away a single hint about her true emotions?" Xiao said, with a slight smirk showing on his face.
"I want you to be more honest with me, princess. At least, be honest enough so that I can tell whether you're being genuine or whether there's something you're hiding." Xiao said, now sounding more firm.
His words sounded like an order now as Xiao's tone became more sharp.
"From now on, I want to know more about the real you. Not just... a facade." Xiao continued, still maintaining his cold expression.
“Do you mean to say that I’m not my real self at the moment? All because I’m not the sweet girl you once thought I was?” you scoff.
Xiao then let out a small scoff.
"Are you telling me the real you is a cold, indifferent and emotionless princess? A princess with a facade full of indifference?" Xiao continued, now sounding more annoyed.
"I will admit that I'm being bold, but I'm not bold enough to believe in such an excuse." Xiao said with a hint of sarcasm.
"If this really is your true self, then the wedding is off." Xiao continued to state firmly.
You roll your eyes. “Why? Do you miss how I used to be so weak compared to you? But in reality I wasn’t weak. You were just a cold-hearted tyrant.”
"Yes, I do." Xiao said without hesitation.
"This version of you is... it's hard to deal with, it's not what you were like before..." Xiao continued, his tone now sounding more frustrated.
"I'm willing to accept your true self, but this side of you is just too cold for me, Y/N..." Xiao added, now sounding rather annoyed as he kept his eyes on you.
You stand up from your chair. “Please excuse me, I have some duties to attend to.”
Xiao maintained his serious expression as he kept his eyes on you.
"Fine... just go then, princess" Xiao said with a cold tone, and his eyes narrowed as he watched you walk away from his chamber.
"...is she really the princess of Mondstadt..." Xiao said as he leaned against the window, now watching you walking in the garden.
"How did I ended up being engaged to her..." Xiao let out a sigh as he continued to keep his eyes on you.
"...I hope the real her is not dead..." Xiao finally said, his voice now sounding more sad compared to his usual self.
Later that night, Xiao was in his personal chamber after the day he spent with you. His duty hours had ended, and he was relaxing in his chamber now with a couple of drinks on his table.
"...I know I shouldn't do this..." Xiao said to himself as he looked at the liquor on the table.
"But I can't help it" Xiao said with a slight sigh as he grabbed one of the liquor bottles and began drinking it.
Xiao then took his attention from the liquor bottle and turned towards the window, staring outside the palace. His eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions now.
"I can't understand her..." Xiao finally said, his tone now sounding more soft and emotional, as if he was just having a conversation with himself.
You knock onto his door, “Your majesty, we have to discuss the wedding venue.”
Xiao then looked back at his chamber door.
"...come in" Xiao said softly, putting the liquor bottle back on the table.
He then walked towards the bed and sat there, maintaining his serious expression.
Once the door opens, Xiao looked at you.
"You have all the files now, princess?" Xiao said.
"Very well then..." Xiao said while he let out a sigh, then he rose from the bed. "Let us discuss about how the wedding ceremony would be held then, princess." Xiao continued, now sounding more formal.
"This shall take some time to prepare the details as the wedding is approaching us." Xiao said with his hand on his hips, still keeping his firm expression.
You notice the slur in his words and his sluggish demeanor. “Are you alright your majesty?”
"...I'm fine. Why do I seem otherwise, princess?" Xiao said plainly, still maintaining his cold tone.
"Let us talk about the wedding arrangements then, we'd have to discuss it in detail before we bring up the discussion with the archons." Xiao said, his tone becoming more professional.
"First off, we'd need to determine the location... and then the number of guests to be invited..." Xiao continued, now sounding rather formal. His tone was back to being very serious now.
You then noticed that Xiao was avoiding eye contact now, with his hands resting on his hips.
You look around the room and your eyes land on the poorly hidden bottles. “Ah.”
"Oh, those?" Xiao said as he gave you a brief glance, then he turned his eyes back to the table.
"They're just... to help me relax at night. I can't sleep without the liquor." Xiao continued, now sounding slightly defensive.
"And besides... I only drink them sometimes at the end of the day to help me sleep." Xiao said, his tone slowly regaining a hint of coldness.
“You’re getting defensive, your majesty.”
"...No, I'm not." Xiao said as he picked up one of the liquor bottles and took his attention elsewhere, then he took a sip.
Xiao then put the liquor bottle back on the table, and he began staring out the window once again. The sky was turning dark now, it was late already.
You then heard that Xiao's voice now sounded rather quiet.
"My apologies, princess, I think I need some time alone..." Xiao added, his tone now sounding more relaxed and calm.
“Oh. Yes, your highness.” You said, placing the files on his table before heading towards the door.
Xiao then watched you walk away once again, leaving Xiao in his chamber.
"Wait.. princess?" Xiao called out after you.
"Please forgive me..." Xiao said, his voice now sounding much more soft and gentle than before.
"I will try to understand you and your way of doing things." Xiao continued, with his hand on his chest.
"I promise that I will be more understanding... I'm really sorry for pushing you and accusing you." Xiao let out a sigh as he looked outside the window.
His eyes looked much more tired and sad now, even with the dim lighting in the room.
"I'm just.. frustrated..." Xiao said with a rather disappointed tone.
You nod. “I see.”
Xiao stayed silent for a while, waiting for you to say something.
Suddenly, Xiao then stood up fast and walked towards the chamber's door, his eyes focused on you.
"I do not know how to act around you... you're the one thing that I'm puzzled with... why don't you trust me? Is it because I have been pushing you away before?" Xiao said, his tone slightly getting sharper now.
“What’re you saying, your majesty?” You reply.
"Why are you always trying to hide yourself away from me? I want to understand the true side of you, you're my future wife, are you not?" Xiao said, his tone clearly sounding annoyed now.
"You always put on that facade of a cold and distant princess. Is it really who you are?" Xiao continued, now sounding more serious after each word spoken.
“Does it matter? You never used to care.”
Xiao stayed silent, his eyes narrowed upon you.
"Are you really going to keep up with this?" Xiao asked with a more serious tone now, his hands raised as he watched you.
"Just... what are you running from?" Xiao finally said, now sounding more curious.
You tell him to go to bed, “You’re drunk, please head to bed.”
Xiao then let out a scoff.
"You think I can sleep like this, princess?" Xiao said loudly enough for you to hear, though his tone did sound slightly tired as he kept his eyes on you.
"No, I need liquor to help myself sleep." Xiao finally said, his tone now sounding annoyed as he let out a huff.
"Don't even think about taking the liquor away from me, princess..." Xiao continued, his eyes narrowed upon you.
"This is the only thing that keeps me sane. Besides, I can't sleep with this headache" Xiao added, his tone sounding more grumpy now.
"So unless you want me to act like I did before... you better not touch the liquor" Xiao finished, his tone sounding almost like an order.
“Then what do you want me to do?” You sighed, a little frustrated at his drunk behavior.
Xiao was silent for a moment and thought of an answer.
"I do not expect you to do anything, princess..." Xiao said, his tone now sounding rather quiet as he let out a sigh.
"Just be by my side..." Xiao finally said, his eyes not moving away from you.
"You don't need to speak to me, you don't need to talk to me, you don't even need to look at me..." Xiao continued, his eyes still on you.
"Just be near me, that's all I need" Xiao said before looking away.
You sigh before nodding. “…Fine.” you said before sitting in front of him.
Xiao then turned around to look at the liquor bottles. He reached for them and pulled one towards him.
"I will be drinking these then, princess... I can't fall asleep without these..." Xiao stated, now grabbing a glass from his table as he started pouring the liquor.
"If you want... you can join me..." Xiao finally said, his tone sounding slightly hesitant now.
“I don’t drink, your highness.”
Xiao then let out a small chuckle.
"Ah, I figured. That's completely fine."
"Even if I'm intoxicated, I can control myself." Xiao continued, his words starting to become more slurred.
"So, princess... are you gonna stay with me or are you gonna leave me alone like before?" Xiao finally said as he poured a glass of liquor, now setting the bottle down.
“…What?” you said, a little shocked.
“3 years ago…our alliance.” Xiao stared at you for a moment, his eyes slightly widened and his eyebrows raised.
He let out a small sigh before looking down and taking a drink from the glass of liquor he poured.
He was thinking deeply as he stayed silent for several moments. He took another sip of the alcohol, letting out a small sigh as he took his attention away from you.
"I never really forgot you." Xiao finally said, his voice sounding much more softer and mellow now.
You shook your head. “Back then, we both had very different ways of ruling. We didn’t agree. Our alliance couldn’t continue that way.”
"Hmm..." Xiao said, thinking about your words before letting out a sigh.
"You're right, we did have different philosophies about leadership and ruling. I'm the type of person who'd rule with an iron fist and keep all my people in line... while you... you rule with a gentle heart, and your people love and trust you wholeheartedly." Xiao continued, sounding deep in thought. “But now you’ve changed…”
Xiao then took a sip from the glass of liquor, looking at you as he finished the drink.
"I do appreciate you becoming a better monarch. It's just that… this version of you is completely off-putting to me. Why did you have to make yourself so distant?" Xiao said, now sounding annoyed yet slightly more intoxicated than before.
"Why can't your true self be the way you were 3 years ago?" Xiao said, his eyebrows raised as he waited for your response.
“I was too kind…wasn’t I?”
Xiao then let out a frustrated sigh as he stood up.
"No, you're not 'too kind'. Kindness is a strength. It's not a weakness, princess." Xiao said, now sounding a bit more firm.
"Your kindness is what made me fall in love with you in the first place..." Xiao continued, his voice now sounding much more slurred.
"You were very lively too. And that's something that I cannot let go of..." Xiao let out another sigh.
"You can't just turn yourself into a distant and cold person just because you want to hide your true self" Xiao said, now sounding more drunk.
"I don't believe that this is who you really are..." Xiao finished, now sounding more upset.
“You said that kindness would be the downfall of a nation.” you interjected.
Xiao then took another drink from the glass of liquor, letting out a soft sigh.
"I said that out of spite, princess. I wanted to hurt you" Xiao finally said.
“Well, it worked. What do you think? Do you like this side better?”
"No, I don't. This version of you is far too cold and distant now. I liked the old version of you. The version who is kind and compassionate, the version who can actually smile when she's happy, and the version who does not need to hide her true self, princess." Xiao said, now sounding much more upset.
"You've lost everything that you are, princess. How can I still like this? How can you make me love this? I cannot" Xiao continued, now sounding angrier.
“But you said-“
"I said that out of spite!" Xiao said loudly, his tone sounding harsher.
"I was bitter when I said that, princess... I was simply spiteful. I still wanted you to change and become a better ruler. But this cold, distant, and even ruthless version of you is not what I wanted" Xiao finished, now sounding much more drunk.
"That is simply not who you are, princess... you are not a cold person. You are kind, loving, and sympathetic, princess. And that is why I fell in love with you!”
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“…You what…?”
"I love you, princess" Xiao said without thinking, his words flowing out of his mouth with absolute ease.
"I know you think I hate you. But the truth is that I'm so in love with you..." Xiao said, his words were not filtered anymore.
“I'll never be able to accept this version of you. You have become a cold-hearted person that does not deserve love nor compassion. I don't want to love this side of you because... that would simply mean I'd be betraying myself and my own heart. You don't deserve my love as a cold and unfeeling person, princess. I love you as a compassionate and kind princess. Don't you see me? I'm only acting like I'm annoyed... but what I felt was love. I didn't mean to hurt you. I said those words out of anger. I can't let you be like this, princess..." Xiao said as he slowly approached you, his eyes now filled with drunkenness.
“Cheers!” Mina cheered for Y/N, clinking the shot glasses to congratulate her win. “See, I told you you could do it! Now, let’s celebrate!” She happily hugged her new friend. As they drank the shot, Mina coughed and slipped in a small confession, “Don’t get mad but I invited a few of my friends.” Y/N coughed out the drink she just swallowed, followed by a glare to her.
“Mina…” Y/N smiled a scary smile.
Mina waved her arms, “Oh come on! We can’t drink by ourselves, plus you said you didn’t have much friends.” she poured them another drink.
“I did not say that! I said we just don’t talk!”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Oh, there they are! Sero! Deku! Kirishima! And where is your partner, hm?” Mina called out to them with her arm waving in the air. The 3 heroes removed their masks and sat down, they greeted each other and they congratulated the newly elected heir.
“Wow, really? Kacchan’s mom is really strict though, do be warned, but she really is kind!” Deku told her, Y/N nodded as if he was a teacher teaching her a lesson.
“Yeah, but Bakugo might be a little…you know-”
“A jerk?” Sero interrupted Kirishima’s comment and laughed. I mean, everyone already knew that, they don’t need to say it. They drank and talked and they really did make Y/N feel at ease with them. “Speaking of, do you have a quirk? Or are you quirkless?” The tape boy asked her.
“Oh, ahem…I’m in the same school year as you actually…in the same school.” Y/N said as she sipped her chaser, trying to avoid the subject. They stared in confusion.
“No way? Really?! You were in UA? How- When- Why didn’t you tell me?!” Mina shook her and yelled, sobbing a fake sob as she hugged her.
Flustered, she replied, “Y-you didn’t ask! It’s fine! Let go, Mina.” She pushed her away. “I was in General Studies actually, but I did drop out after the first year. Had a little incident, oops.” She explained, patting the drunk Mina on the back as she continued to cling to the poor designer. “It’s fine though, see? I’m a designer now and a heir to a company, whoo!”
“You didn’t really answer MY question though, what’s your quirk?” Sero questioned once again, but no more of the sass, just genuine curiosity.
“Focus. If I put my mind into a certain goal, my body will do nothing else but get to that goal. Unless I get distracted, then I have to focus again.” Y/N shrugged. The topic soon died down and they continued having fun, until a certain hero came.
Through the haze and fog in her head, Mina called out to the boy, “Bakugo~”
“What’s she doing here?” Bakugo spat angrily, he squeezed beside the half-dazed Sero, which pushed the two beside him a little against the wall of their booth.
“What’re you talking about? This is her celebration party. Aren’t you going to say congratulations, Bakugo?” Mina slurred and poured him a drink.
Bakugo rolled his eyes, of course he would, why should he be involved in someone else’s life if it wasn’t hero work? Sounds time consuming and stupid, either way, he did as he was told…in a very interesting way.
“Even if you’re the heir, I’m still technically your boss, if I don’t like the way you act or talk, you’re done. Just because you’re chosen doesn’t mean you aren’t replaceable. You understand?” He spoke loudly before drinking in one shot. “At least your work is wearable.” he muttered, his hand reached for the bottle on the ice and poured him and Y/N a drink. “Cheers.”
She stares at the cup as it filled with liquid, he raised his glass near hers and clinked it. “Woah, you’re stressed, aren’t you? What happened today, man?” Kirishima noticed his blonde friend’s need to drink.
“Heavy load. Can we not talk about work?” His voice grew irritated and everyone else just did as he wanted, they talked about very random things, but I guess you can say someone was a little focused on a certain tall, muscular, handsome, pretty, hero.
Their eyes met, Y/N’s cheeks blushed a dark color in an instant, mentally blaming the alcohol. She stared at her cup, empty of the crystal heaven they would call. Not for long, the cup was filled once again, she looked up and met the eyes once again of the pro hero, Deku. “The sake here is really good, you should try it, I’m paying afterall.” He smiled. “But, of course, if you wanna stop drinking if you want! No pressure!” his blabber continued but Y/N drank it anyway, if it was poured by he himself, who wouldn’t drink it?! One drink became two, which became 5, then 10. 5 tall, empty containers were finally empty. They were done, a few pulled up the drunk ones to lead to the door. Feeling her head heavy and her eyesight blurred, she grabbed the nearest arm and leaned.
The sun was up, but she couldn’t tell, curtains laid in front of the window, blocking the rays. Her head ached, beating and heavy, her hand flew outwards and brushed up against a lump, a large lump…a person. Although she wanted to lay and rest more, her eyes widened and she drew her hand back, twisting her head toward the direction of the person. A silent gasp left her mouth as the head peaked through, showing the light blonde locks. She realized who it was when she looked around the place, a penthouse.
Y/N hasn’t even started work but she had already slept with her boss.
Or at least, her bosses’ son. Who was also a top leading pro hero. Who supposedly had a terrible attitude.
She silently screamed as she picked up her garments, who were scattered all around. Trying her hardest to remember what happened but only getting small fragments. His rough but gentle hands caressing her body, his low voice as he breathed against her neck, he was saying something too, BUT SHE JUST COULDN’T REMEMBER. What worries her most was the mystery of who started it. Was it her? Or was it Bakugo? WAS THE GUY EVEN BAKUGO? She quietly crept to the side where his face was facing and prayed to the lords he wouldn’t wake up. And there he was, but his face was calmer. Probably cause he was sleeping, so she dashed out of there before his face would change and kill her. As she was heading for the door her phone buzzed, making her heart pound for a moment. She looked over at the messaged and froze.
Mina: You were all over each other damnnn
Mina: *pic*
Her hand on the knob immediately headed for her mouth as she saw a pic of her and Bakugo in the car, making out until no tomorrow. Well, today is the tomorrow and there will be no today if she stays there.
Out the door, down the elevator, out the building, into a taxi and back home. Her hand dived straight into her pants and pulled her phone out.
Mina: *pic*
Mina: honestly thought you would be with Midoriya :(( But yeah, Kirishima said you both were all over each other.
Y/N: WE WERE DRUNK
Mina: Hell yeah you were, all of us were, we had to call Iida, you know him, Ingenium, he was not happy AHAAHAHH
Mina: Sleeping with your new boss though, sounds like a fairytale
Mina: Good luck facing him on your first day tomorrow Y/N ;pp
Her head pulsated with anger when she got home, with each pulse she remembered a piece of the night. Meanwhile, Bakugo just woke up, noticing how far he was from his usual sleeping spot. He tossed the blanket off but was shocked to feel the cool breeze, he was naked obviously. Trying to piece everything together, he finds a crucial piece of evidence in his phone.
Deku: We have a mission downtown today, drink some medicine and take her home.
Bakugo: The fuck are you talking about? Mina?
Deku: No! I meant Y/N! Is she okay?
Bakugo: why the fuck should I care
Deku: Kacchan, how about you call her? She came home with you last night.
Bakugo: she’s gone
Deku: Oh, okay, just be here in 5 hours, alright?
“Fuck, that bitch.” He cursed, his head hurting. He messaged his parents for Y/N’s application, taking her phone number and messaging her immediately.
Unknown: We need to talk.
Y/N: Who’s this?
Unknown: Y/N, remember anything from last night?
Y/N’s face backs away from the phone, dropping it down the couch. It was her boss most likely.
Y/N: I am so sorry, sir. I seem to have drank too much, I don’t remember anything unfortunately. I will take responsibility of anything you ask.
Unknown: we need to talk, ill send you the address to my apartment
Y/N: Yes sir.
As if her hangover wasn’t enough, she had to go get a shower, dress up, and brush her teeth to get rid of the alcohol taste that lingered in her throat. God, he must’ve been so drunk to kiss her with the taste in their mouths.
“He’s a pro hero, a famous one. So his privacy is #1 priority.” she thought to herself, she wore a basic outfit with a mask and cap.
She got the address and drove to his place, the tall building cascading before her. Parking her car, she cleared her throat before walking in. As she was walking to the receptionist, she was pulled away by a strong grip on her wrist. “Hey-” “Shut up.” she was cut off by a familiar voice. He pushed her into the elevator and blocked her view of anyone going in.
“Keep your mouth shut until we get to my room.” he warned, looking down at her with a glare.
It felt like forever in that suffocating space, with them trying to avoid each other’s gazes for those 2 minutes. As soon as the elevator dinged, he pulled her by the wrist into his room, the sight being painful to see. He removed his mask and plopped onto the couch, rubbing his eyes.
“So. We fucked, didn’t we?” he groaned, a bit disappointed.
She cleared her throat, not knowing what to say. “Yes, I guess we did.” she sputtered out.
“Come here.” he instructed, pointing to the couch across from him. And she did as she was told, politely sitting. “You feelin’ okay? No pain…or…nauseous? Did I hurt you?” his glare on the girl not leaving, brows furrowed and mouth in a frown.
She shakes her head, it wasn’t like she remembered either, there wasn’t any marks or wounds on her, which is a good thing, right? And she wasn’t nauseous, wait…nauseous? He wasn’t expecting her to be pregnant, does he? Either way, he stood up and left, returning with a pill and water.
“What’s-“ “Just drink it, just in case.” he ordered. She gulped the pill down and smacked her mouth from the bitter taste that dissolved into her tongue. “Call me if you’re…you know, pregnant. But other than that, you will not speak of this incident. This was an accident, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Y/N nodded, gripping her knees from fright.
Bakugo heads for his room, “Good. Go home, we’re done here.” He slammed the door behind him. Gee, he’s rude. Just making sure you’re drinking a pill. As she was heading down the elevator, she began to think if he’s done this before, if he has a backup pill in his cabinet, he must’ve. It was too bad she didn’t remember her first time, wait what? No, it’s not. It’s a good thing she didn’t remember, it was an accident! Plus, who knows what he does in bed. Whatever, it didn’t matter, she took a cab home and took the day off, the hangover and stress was too much and she needed to ready herself for the next work day. Good luck, Y/N.
Hello to my old and new followers, it has been a month or two since I’ve last posted a story. And this is because of my focus on studies, but I had just finished my midterms and I’ve had a lot of burning ideas!! Thank you for all your love and support and I will be posting soon!!
summary: Iida’s mom made you his secretary and after a while, he seems to take a liking to you after seeing you with one of his best pals.
warnings: Boss! Iida, jealous sex, rough sex, slapping, the use of the “Sir” “Slut” “Whore”, table sex, domination kink, marking kink, submission
word count: 3.3k
It started when his mom brought you into his office and made you his secretary. His mom was tired of the way he was doing stuff by himself and wanted him to come home earlier than 3am. At first he was annoyed, it was hard enough that he had to give up being a pro hero to be the CEO to his parents’ company, now his mom just told him he was incompetent. But alas, he may be the CEO but parents’ were the founders and owners.
You just wanted the job to get the money for a house, to be independent for once. But to be honest, you got accepted for the job because you’ve worked for his mom for a few months now and it was a promotion.
He wasn’t a bad boss, he was better than most actually. He told you to pick up the pace when it comes to a few documents, but he also told you to get lunch when you weren’t planning to. He gets mad if you talk way too much about a topic, but at least he tells you to go home when you’re up late. Your boss wasn’t overly mean, just enough to make sure you don’t abuse any kindness.
“Y/N, have you eaten?” Iida spoke his deep voice behind the screen, busying typing away. You stopped talking about your report and cleared your throat, replying with a confident no. He looked up from the screen and held out his hand, the papers that was once begin read out loud was placed on his palm. “Go, don’t starve and eat.” And in a few months, you’ve fallen for him. But you were sure he wouldn’t return the favor.
Maybe it was because you didn’t spend as much time in the company as the rest but people seemed to hate you, you didn’t make much friends, only acquaintances. If people were nice to you, it was to make a good image for themselves. Even still, everyone had some sort of hatred against you. So when a certain hero came around in the office and treated you nicely, your cheeks grew dark and hot. The pro hero Deku, who knew you’d end up in a good friendship?
It was your break, you were by the cafe area of the office, just looking over your phone and editing your Instagram profile. You both accidentally switched cups of coffee and ever since then, you’ve become friends. He even asked for you insta for him to follow on his secret account.
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Iida and Deku were out drinking one night, at this point you’ve been working for over a year as his assistant. Iida got up to go to the bathroom while Deku scrolled on his phone. When Iida comes back, he find his friend smiling on his phone.
“I see someone has made you happy. Who is it?” Iida joked a little.
“Oh, it’s Y/N, she posted about her dog, so cute!” Midoriya replied with glee, showing him the photo of you holding your snow pom. “Must be his birthday, hm?” he pulled back the phone to like it.
“You follow her online? What if someone finds out, won’t that start a rumor?”
Deku shook her head. “No, we’re secretly following each other and chatting, surely no one would dive that deep, right?”
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Ever since then, Iida has gotten more interested in you. No, he was always interested in you, but now that you’ve seemed to set your eyes on his best friend, he’s gotten…curious. Now he’s more focused on you when you speak, more concerned about you getting home on time, more attentive to what you do and what you say. Sometimes asking Deku if he spoke to you that day.
He always noticed how no one would talk to you, but now he noticed how some men would stare at you behind your back. He’s always noticed how your eyes burned with determination, but he didn’t notice how beautiful they shined when the lights on his office reflect from them. He noticed how nice you dressed but never noticed how well it fit around you body, like it was made for you. He always noticed the tone of your confident voice, but now all he can think about was how gentle your voice became when Deku spoke to you.
“Y/N. It’s a little rude for you to be taking time from out precious guest, don’t you think?” Iida boldly told you off when he spotted you giggling with his guest. “I’ll have a word with you later, leave us.” his tone grew angry. When you left, he displayed his concern with Deku. “Midoriya, as much as I’m happy you’re getting along with my employees, but stay away from my secretary.”
Deku is lightly taken aback, “Is something wrong, Iida? Did I step out of bounds?” he asked, worried. Iida sighed, placing his hand on his forehead. “Have you taken a liking to Y/N?” Deku questioned.
Without hesitation, he yelled out boldly. “Yes! I don’t know…why…or how?! But I don’t enjoy the way you look at her.”
Deku shared a sigh with him, “Iida, I like her too, but as a friend. But it isn’t right for you to restrict her if she wants us to be friends. It isn’t your control. If you want to pursue her, then speak to her. And treat her right. She’s a good girl, Iida.”
As much as he would hate to admit, he knew Deku was right. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
But despite what he said, Midoriya felt the need to unfollow you and lessen his replies to your messages. Since he already brought it up, might as well do some changes to create a wall in your relationship. And you already knew who was behind it. After having your first friend in ages, he’s gone just because your boss wanted…to what? Have you work more? You needed to know and needed to know now!
As soon as the day was over and most employees were heading out the door, you submitted your papers and stayed behind, standing in front of his table.
“Yes? Need anything?” Iida coldly asked. You rolled your eyes a little and headed for the door, realizing you were going to get nothing from a man who cared only about work and didn’t care about anything else.
“Fuckin’ bastard.” You muttered under your breath and reached for the knob but it stayed frozen in place. You twisted and pulled but nothing.
“Say that again, Y/N? What did you call me?” Your boss’ voice rung out the room. “Are you forgetting I am your superior? I demand an apology.” He continued. Ah, yes. There was a button that locks the doors by command if ever there was an emergency on his table, seems he’s having a bit of fun using it with you.
“I demand an apology for making Deku forget about me! You told him off, didn’t you?! What gives?!” you scoffed, storming over his table.
“All I ask is a simple apology, and I’ll unlock the doors. You’re a smart girl, you can say an apology.” Iida said, with a hint of pride. He didn’t know Deku did that, but he’s nevertheless happy about it.
“What gives you the right to mess with my personal life? And his life too?!” you semi-yelled.
Iida remained his cool, “I am your boss, and you being distracted is not proper etiquette for work.”
You rolled your eyes, “Oh yeah? Is it because you prefer having me around to boss around? To make yourself feel higher up? Is that right, SIR?” he spat the honorific loudly.
“Y/N.”
“You want me to say it again? Fine. You bastard. Bastard. You piece of shit bastard.” you continued, his brows furrowed as you continued cursing him out.
“Y/N. I think you’re forgetting who your boss is, you’re forgetting I’m the one who takes care of you, and if I say stay away from Midoriya, you stay away. You understand?” his voice stern as his finger tapped his table.
“And why-”
“It’s a simple question, Y/N. You answer with a “Yes, sir.” or a “No, sir.” And clearly there’s only one right answer to this. Now, let’s try again. You will stay away from Midoriya because I say so. Do you understand?”
You stayed quiet from a while. He’s never been like this to you. But it would be a lie if you said you didn’t like the way he’s a bit mean to you, maybe it’s cause you were a little masochistic. And it would also be a lie if you said you didn’t want to see where this would go.
He stared at you for a moment, taking in your expression. He stood up from his chair, “Alright, seems like you didn’t hear we well. Let me move a bit closer.”
Walking over to you, he looked down at you, staring you down. “Do you understand, Y/N?” his voice was soft but bold. You break eye contact and look to the side, your brows furrowed in anger.
Quickly, he takes you by the waist and carries you on his shoulder with one arm, his other arm tossing everything off his table, who cares if they break, he can just buy more. The cold table send you to a shiver even with the cotton barrier between you, he looks down at you, his eyes dark, “I am quite disappointed at you, Y/N. You used to be so good for me, but maybe it’s my fault. Was I too nice?” his hands gripped your arms tightly against the hard wood.
“Sir, I think we can talk this out.” You said, your legs in between his.
“Talk it out? Sweetheart, YOU were the one who called me a fucking bastard, right?” he leaned down to your ear level. Goosebumps filled your body as he whispered. “How ‘bout you fuck this bastard, hm?” His lips pressed up against yours as you whimpered from the sudden action, but melted into each other as a few seconds has passed. Once you both parted, a harsh slap made your face sting. “You haven’t answered me, whore.” he grabbed your chin harshly, pulling you up to his face. “You’re mine, Y/N.” A growl left his lips.
“Yes, sir.” A lump in your throat was obvious when you said that, but he was content.
“Very good, baby. Oh my, you’re breathing quite heavily, are you hot? Let me take care of that for you.” He pressed his lips on yours as your clothes were ripped away from your body, exposing the cold air in his office. Your breathing didn’t calm down though, as his hands roamed around your body. Your underwear were the only ones left covering your body from the beast. “So pretty. So precious. And all for me.” Iida said in between kisses, he pulled you up from the table, not breaking your kiss. Your bra was unclasped and your breasts spilled out and heaved with every heavy breath you take. Immediately, he palmed your breasts, taking in the softness of them. Each pinch and grope sent your body into a shudder. Your nipples hardening in an instant, and so was the dent in his pants.
The shock came when he pulled you by the hair and onto the ground. His dick strained against his zipper, he didn’t need to take it out for anyone to see the outline against his trousers. Discarding his belt and unzipping his zipper and button, his cock sprung out, almost scaring you with the length, and more importantly, his girth. God, it was like a hefty bottle of water, veins popping out in a few sides. “Let’s use that bitchy mouth of yours.” Thick fingers wrapped around your hair as he pulled you closer to his throbbing dick, his breathing heavy as yours were.
“Say thank you now.” He chuckled as you started sucking the tip, but not long after, he pushed the rest of it into your mouth. You choked, trying your best to breathe.
He pulled out of your mouth, bending down to give you a small peck in the forehead. “Let’s try again, shall we?” He leaned by his table. You paced yourself as you went back and forth on his cock, but it was useless as he laced his hands once again on your hair and held your head still, he thrust his hips up and fucked himself on your mouth.
A deep moan escaped both of your lips as he pulled out.
“Good girl, took me so well. Didn’t choke this time, right?” He bent down to your level as you struggled to catch your breath, he picked you up by the waist and sat you down on the edge of his table, his lips slammed against yours again, his fingers looping at the fabric of your underwear. In one smooth motion, he removed the remaining fabric off your body and tucked your panty neatly in his pocket.
He didn’t waste time to stick a finger into your wet fold, a whimpered moan was muffled under your kiss. You pushed your hands on his shoulders, overwhelmed with the sudden stimulation, your thighs squeezing on his hand. You had a moment of relaxation as he pulled away from your cunt, his fingers sticky and wet, to spread your legs wide for him.
“No no, baby. Open wide for me.” he laughed as you kissed, his lips leaving yours and moving down to your neck, feeding you a new sensation.
As your moans have nothing to block them anymore, your hands cover your mouth as he continued to push two fingers into your sopping wet pussy. Immediately after hearing your moans muffle, his free hand traps both of your wrists as he lays you down onto the table, your hands on top of your head.
It didn’t take long for you to start shaking as you feel a knot in your stomach grow, your back arching from the three fingers he used to abuse your cunt.
“S-Sir, I-” You began to plead but you received a slap in the face.
“No. Hold it.” His voice dark and deep commanded you to keep it together, your legs quivered as he curled his fingers inside of you.
But, alas, you didn’t listen.
Euphoria rained on you as you released your orgasm, your whimpered cries were heard until the pleasure died down. But not for long.
A harsh sting on your sensitive area was felt, by instinct your legs closed but was immediately held open. “You slut.” the degrading words left your boss’s mouth. Repeated slaps on your cunt made your eyes water, the overstimulation and pain sends shocks all over your body. “I told you…to hold it. Can’t follow simple instructions? Hm?” he said as he continued to strike at your slit.
“Sir- Please…no more! Can’t- Ngh!” stammers and slurs left your mouth as a second knot began forming in your stomach.
He scoffed, displeased. “Did you wish Midoriya to do this to you? Did you fuck yourself thinking of him? This disgusting dirty cunt needs to be cleaned. If you want him to fuck you good, we have to train it, right?” he spit on his hand before striking you once again. It didn’t take long for your legs to shiver and your back to arch as his pace quickened. You felt his hot breath on your wet cunt as he kissed and sucked on your aching folds. Even with his hand no longer gripping on your wrists, your hands remained above you.
You took a moment to catch your breath, breathing heavily. Your eyesight blurry from the orgasms you just had. You heard messing with the pants he discarded earlier and a small crinkle. It didn’t take you a moment to think before before gasping as the tip of his cock entered, stretching you out.
“Shh, shh. You can do it. Come on, sweetheart.” He whispered sweetly, as if he wasn’t just torturing you a moment back. Your hands fell to the side of your head, his hands interlocked with yours as he pushes into you.
“Please-”
“Don’t forget your manners when I fuck that dignity off of you.” Iida groaned as he finally bottomed out. Or at least tried to, there was still 1 or 2 inches that didn’t fit. ****His lips fell to yours again, swallowing your moans as you adjusted to his size. He dragged his kiss down to your neck and sucked your supple skin, marking what was his. Your moans grew loud as he started moving, slow then fast.
“That’s it, slut. You’re so good for me.” he slammed into you, your arousal coating his cock. Each time he pushed deep inside you, a bulge formed onto your skin. His hand parted from yours to place your legs on his shoulders, giving him more access to your sweet spot. Moans mixed with cries as he kissed your cervix. He groaned, your tight pussy wrapping around him as if you were made specially for him, and only him.
You became more sensitive as it continued, which is why you felt his dick twitch. His breath hitched and started panting. The knot in your stomach was threatening to unwind and release, you tried your best to hold it in to avoid the punishment from earlier.
“Cum with me. Ngh, come on, baby.” he groaned, his slicked hair now drooping down, messy. Your hands flew to his back, nails digging deep as his pace quickened. He muffled his groans by biting on your shoulder as he emptied his load inside of you, or at least within the barrier of latex, still inside of you. You started to spasm from around him and teary pleasured cries left your lips. “Fuck, you’re so good. That’s it.” he smiled as you shivered and your back arched. He pulled out, his condom getting stuck halfway and pulling off of him, the cum leaking out of it.
He stood back, a little mesmerized with the sight, you laid out on his table, completely under his control, leaking out his cum. “Y/N. Talk to me, sweetheart. Ready to answer me?” he panted, picking up a box of wet wipes from the floor and pulling a few pieces out.
“Yes, sir. I’m yours. All yours, sir. All yours.” you murmured, your voice choked out and drunk.
He laughed a little, picked up your sore leg and resting it on his shoulder. The wipe glided through your sensitive slit, making you hiss. “Shhh, you’re fine, you’re fine. Sorry about your…ahem…blouse.” He stared at the ripped up clothes on the floor. “I can buy you new ones. But for now, I’ll have to drive you home, okay, baby?”
I dived into Arcana this month and I’m more than ready to accept requests for any stories you all want. I’m very inclined to do smut though. Asra is doing stuff to me.
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