Forced breeding with Keigo 3: like the commission wants more heroes with his quirk so they find him a partner to breed day in day out.
Your writing is so good ;3
cw noncon, forced breeding
as time passes with generations, quirks mix. getting weirder, stronger. the competitions growing. hawks has a somewhat rare quirk. nobody would wanna put that to waste by just letting him breed with some silly girl with a useless quirk in the name of ‘love.’
there’s been a lot of discourse on this matter within the commission on multiple heroes, so they came up with a solution. obviously they can’t make heroes breed with each other, that’d interfere with the woman’s work. so they ended up carefully picking out people from wealthy families with compatible quirks for certain pro-heroes.
and you were paired with hawks. but you hated this arrangement. in fact, you hated this entire concept. arranged marriage is weird enough, but this? oh this is just a new level. like you weren’t even getting married it’s deadass just for breeding. why were they doing it the old school way instead of artificial insemination? why did you have to have sex? just to get thrown back to your family like a piece of trash after birthing the baby? you wondered if you would even be able to raise it.. nobody told you anything really.
you resented your parents for selling you off like this. they didn’t even need the money. made a stupid claim that they were doing it for ‘the future of hero society.’ what bullshit.
they put you through weird classes on how to behave, comply, and even intense descriptions on how sex ‘worked’ as if the room full of adults didn’t know. you had to go through multiple pelvic exams and even an ultrasound to be sure of your uteruses placement to find what the perfect position would be. as much as you hated them, you pushed through because you didn’t wanna have to repeatedly try. you didn’t wanna do this in general.
yeah, hawks was hot, that was a fact. but you didn’t love him. you didn’t even know him! the ‘night,’ as everyone referred to it, would be the first time you’d actually be meeting him. and you were not excited for that night.
you knew you had to do something. rebel against this horrible system– anything! you already thought of escaping, but where would you even go? they’d find you anywhere you went. unless you like fled the country.
maybe you’d just try to talk him out of it. make him think he doesn’t even need an heir– a legacy. no one to take his spotlight, to compare him to. and if that didn’t work, you’d just fight him off! yeah, that’s a good idea. your well thought-out plan.
then, came the long awaited night. it came quicker than you had hoped, even though you hoped it would never come. they assigned you a room to wait for hawks in after prepping you. the room was dark and gloomy, not a hint of romance anywhere. it wasn’t supposed to be romantic, strictly business they told you. but if that was true, why did they have to wax you everywhere and make sure you looked beautiful tonight? catering to the men, like always.
you sat on the edge of the bed, trembling. you were scared, for everything. you were scared to execute your plan, and even worse, if your plan didn’t work. you’d never been scared to voice your opinions, to talk back. but this wasn’t a teacher, a peer, or your family. this was the number two hero.
your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, a loud creaking noise filling the room. in stepped the dirty-blonded man, with a smile consuming his face. he was even hotter in person. but you didn’t want him, didn’t know him.
“wow, loud door, huh?” he let out a little chuckle, seemingly trying to make small talk. you didn’t reply. his mouth receded back into a line, making his way through the door into the room. he closed the door behind him, it making an ear screeching creak again.
you two stared at each other for a long while before he called out your name, and your eyes slightly widened in shock. “they told you my name?”
he let out a booming laugh at your question, in disbelief. “yeah, why wouldn’t i wanna know your name? we are about to have sex, right?”
you cringed at how straightforward he was being. you totally thought this was going to be like a non-transactional thing, and you’d never see each other ever again. then you thought about it longer, realizing how stupid that thought process was. they hadn’t told you much, anyways.
“you don’t really want to do this, right hawks? hav–“ you began, before his loud voice interrupted you.
you looked at him with an unreadable expression for a second before beginning your sentence again, “keigo. having a child this early, i mean, you wouldn’t have any time to care for it. you’re a busy man–“
he interrupted you. again. with a patronizing laugh. “i won’t be taking care of it, silly!”
your jaw dropped at his statement, how sure of himself he was. he was going to be a father, yes? publicly.
“will i?” a trace of fear lingering in your voice, knowing you weren’t ready for a child yet, let alone pregnancy.
a certain look took over his facial features, a look that told he was deep in thought. or at least pretending he was. “hm, i haven’t decided yet. i guess i could get your input, make you think it matters. but i don’t wanna lie to you!” he spoke in an upbeat tone, which only made his words even more offputting.
your thoughts immediately started racing, picking apart his sentence one by one. decided? so this is he decision, he has at least a little say in this? your input doesn’t matter? so the commission, and him, just get to decide your future like that? you weren’t even a hero!
he saw your worried, confused expression and sighed. “let’s just get to the point, this is clearly too much for your brain to handle. lay back and let me take over, yeah?” he ripped his jacket off, laying it on the random chair that wasn’t gonna be put to use. he then began to take off his shirt, and everything was moving so fast, too fast, you just blurted out words before even thinking.
“n-no! i don’t want to! you can’t make me.” your hands grip the sheets to try and ease your nerves, heart beating out your chest.
all he does is laugh. it’s an awkward, shocked laugh. he didn’t expect this. he thought you would comply– they told him you would. said you went through classes, taught you everything. maybe you were joking, he thought. maybe you just had a weird sense of humor.
“come on, sweetheart. don’t be difficult. here, i’ll help you. i’ll be nice.” he spoke, condescending undertones while walking over to your sitting body. he reaches out to help you take your white dress off, but you push him away.
“feisty, aren’t you?” he laughs, reaching out again to play with your hair but you smack his arm away.
“don’t touch me!” you scream at him. he looks confused, a little hurt, even.
“dovey, what’s wrong?” the stupid pet name slips off his tongue easily, burning your ears. you two just met. why is he acting like you’re about to get married?
“you knew this was coming. why are you acting like this? don’t worry, i’ll be quick.” his hands fly towards you so quickly you can barely even register it, pinning you down to the bed. he falls down with you, pressing his body right up against you so you’re stuck. can’t even arch up, can barely even wiggle.
you kick and scream at him, but it’s no use. he’s too strong, your plan wasn’t working. this was happening.
his hands push your dress up, not even bothering to pin down yours with at least one hand. all it shows you are that your useless hits mean nothing; you’re weak.
the insertion was easy. you didn’t have anything on under the dress, let alone underwear, just as they prepared you. it wasn’t hard for him to unzip his pants, a quick second that you’re sure you won’t even remember.
he slips inside of you slowly, he’s already hard. he was once he entered the room. he gives you time to adjust, being so kind even though you’re fighting him off.
he sits inside of you, not moving as he rubs his face onto your cheek.
“calm down. it’ll just hurt more if you keep fighting.” he coos at you, trying his best to be sweet even though you’re being oh so rude to him.
he starts to move, nothing rough. just rightly paced to make him cum quicker, but not enough to hurt you. he leans in, making your lips touch. you try to back away, but your head is already so far into the bed that it won’t squish down anymore.
he starts to kiss you slowly, but you cringe away and bite his lip. his head immediately flies up as does his hand so he can touch at his bleeding lips. he looks at the splint of blood that transferred from his lip to his pointer finger and looks back down at you.
his hand flies down to your jaw, pushing your head down and your jaw closed so you can’t move it. the blood from his finger smears over your cheek. “that was rude.”
he fastens his pace a little, nothing painful. he doesn’t wanna hurt you, just teach you a little lesson. his mouth moves down to your neck, baring his teeth and biting the junction between your neck and shoulder hard. you squirm at the pain, muffled screams trying to make it past your shut lips.
“doesn’t feel good, does it?” he asks rhetorically. he leans down to the bite mark and kisses it, whispering a small apology.
the sound of skin clapping fills the room, replacing your once loud screams. all that can be heard from the two of you are keigo’s breathy moans and your muffled whimpers.
his thrusts get quicker, chasing his high. he gets louder as fills you with his cum, a smile creeping up on his face. tears spill out of your eyes, and you don’t know what to think. you wanna pray to the gods that you aren’t pregnant, but you also never wanna have to go through this again.
he pulls out, and immediately stuffs you with his fingers again, making sure you don’t waste any of his precious sperms. he grabs you by the hips and lifts them up, letting gravity take its course so the sperm will travel to your womb.
“see? it wasn’t that hard now was it? you did great.” his words go in one ear and out the other as you lay there and stare at the ceiling. you hear him talking, but you can’t make out anything.
a couple weeks later, you take a pregnancy test. the sign comes out negative, not pregnant. you break the news, and he comes up with a ‘more efficient’ plan of trying everyday.
