7 for quote and 15 for prompt? 💕 I like Mr Compress but I’ll leave the character choice ultimately up to you!
Pairing: Mr Compress x Reader, with guest appearance from Dabi and Shigaraki.
Quote: Cry for me, baby
Prompt: Aphrodisiac
Warnings: dubcon, sexual torture, aphrodisiacs, fisting, overstimulation, voyeurism, yandere
You whimper and squirm as you hang limply in the stocks. Your head and hands are placed through the wooden contraption, legs spread out from behind with a spreader bar between them, keeping your bare, dripping pussy exposed for the League of Villains to see. Your juices run down your legs, dripping onto the floor as you try to close your legs and get some friction on your aching clit.
But the bar prevents this action, and so you’re forced to simply accept the heated gazes of the rest of the League. Mr. Compress, the one responsible for your current predicament, stands behind you as he toys with your nipples, causing you to buck your hips and groan.
“Please,” you whine, “please, I need --.”
Mr. Compress chuckles at your obvious distress as he reaches down to tweak your clit before slipping a finger into your heated core. You let out a deep groan as you push yourself back on his finger, trying to grind down against him. But he pulls away yet again, leaving you to sob brokenly.
He has been at this for what must be hours now, constantly pulling back from pushing you over into orgasm, edging you until the heat in your core has become almost unbearable. “What is it you need, babygirl,” he whispers in a husky voice, “why don’t you tell me exactly.”
“PLEASE, I need to cum,” you are outright sobbing now, the desire from whatever drug you were injected with running through your system. You feel like the fire raging through you is going to drive you mad if you don’t cum soon.
“Cry for me, baby,” the man styling himself as a magician hums, “beg and plead for me to let you cum.”
“Please please please,” you begin to babble incoherently as he slips another finger inside of you, “let me cum I promise I’ll do anything.” Your words all run together as you find yourself grinding harder against his fingers.
“Fuck, Compress, you have really worked her over, haven’t you?” You hear snickering from behind you, which you recognize as the voice of Dabi. “You have got to show me how you did this.”
“A true performer never reveals his secrets,” he chuckles at the burnt man leaning against the wall, watching the spectacle as he palms himself through his pants.
You hear someone shuffling in place from nearby before the leader of the League of Villains himself speaks up. “You’re wasting time, Mr. Compress,” he scoffs, “find out where the meeting place is and be done with it.”
“Would you really have me leave this poor thing in such a state,” Compress throws an arm out as if telling a joke.
“Whatever, then fuck her AFTER she gets us the info,” Shigaraki rolls his eyes. Mr. Compress simply sighs dramatically before slipping another finger into your heat and slowly pumping all three of the fingers into you.
“Fuck yourself, babygirl, fuck yourself on my fingers.”
He moves the fourth finger right at the entrance of your stretched out hole, rubbing against your clit with his other hand to encourage you. You let out a whine, stretching yourself out even further as you force yourself all the way back onto four of his fingers. Your entire body is so sensitive from the brutal edging and the drug that you cum just from the feeling of his fingers pumping inside of you. But it gives you no relief, as the desire you’re feeling only seems to get more intense. You cry harder as your head hangs forward.
“I need more,” you plead, “please, I’ll tell you anything, I’ll tell you everything, I just need to cum.”
“Yes, yes yes,” you chant. You want to resist so badly, but the lust burning through your system leaves you no option but to submit and hope for his mercy.
You feel his thumb ghosting at your entrance, gathering your slick as he folds his thumb up against his palm. He begins to push the fifth finger inside of you, forcing it inside of your tight cunt when he feels resistance and slowly maneuvering his hand inside of you.. You feel a flash of pain as you’re stretched wide open, but even the pain feels so good in your current state.
Your juices are dripping all the way down his arm as he fully pushes inside of you, and you’re flung over the edge again as soon his hand bottoms out at your cervix. You howl through your orgasm, clenching down hard on the hand inside of you.
“Oh that’s a good girl,” he praises you before straightening out his hand and rubbing his fingers against your silky insides. His thumb presses against a soft, spongy spot inside of you, applying firm pressure as his other hand rubs your aching clit in tight circles. The stimulation is too much, your body too sensitive from your previous orgasms, and you scream as you reach your peak again. You feel yourself gushing around him as he thrusts his hand roughly inside of you.
“Oh fuck, she’s a squirter.” You hear a distant whistling from Dabi, and when it’s followed by a low groan, you realize he’s stroking himself at the sight of you getting off at being fist fucked. You want so badly to be embarrassed, but even the thought of him watching has arousal shooting through you.
Your dripping cunt finally stops fluttering around Compress’ hand, and the feeling of his hand sliding out of you has you cumming one last time before he gently removes it. You’re too tired to do anything but feel the waves of pleasure, body twitching as you fall completely limp when you’re unable to hold yourself up.
Mr. Compress slowly walks around to the other side of you. “Are you going to tell us where the heroes are meeting now,” he coaxes gently as he rubs his clean hand through your sweat drenched hair.
“They’re meeting at a warehouse on the south side of the district,” a tear slipping down your face as you quietly rattle off the exact address. “Now please, just let me go,” you whimper.
“Let you go?” Compress asks in surprise. “When did I ever say that?”
“I can’t believe the naive little idiot thought we would let her go,” Shigaraki snorts.
“What, but I gave you what you wanted,” you try to exclaim, only to be cut off as you see Mr. Compress pull something out of his jacket pocket. You realize with horror that it is a syringe, the same kind of syringe that put you in this position to begin with.
“You gave us the info we wanted, yeah,” Dabi laughs.
“But you didn’t give us a turn at that tight cunt,” Shigarkai muses as he slowly walks towards you.
You shake your head in horror, unable to comprehend what’s happening. You yank at the stocks, chains jangling as you try to get free. But the wooden contraption is sturdy and has no give to it.
Dabi and Shigaraki surround you as Mr. Compress starts to bring the syringe down to your arm, injecting it into your forearm. “I think it’s time for an encore.”
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