Everyone has a dark side
Continuation of this: x
Your body arches against the hardwood floor, nails digging into the palms of your hands. You can’t do anything- you’re completely useless… completely quirkless. What he’s done to you- its far beyond what any hero would do. This man- he’s depraved… he’s dark. A villain in heroes clothing.
“S-Sto-Stooaahh!”
Your body lurches; twitching under his fingertips. He chuckles. It’s a sound that makes your skin crawl and your blood run cold. The erasure hero draws slow circles with his middle finger, pressing it’s tip gently against your slickened clit. This has been going on for god knows how long. How many times had he denied you? How many “ Fuck off” ‘s had he smacked you for?
“You’re so stubborn.. It’s quite cute..”
He leans forward, the scent of rain and musk radiating off his half naked body. The hero is shirtless, revealing his pale skin- small tufts of hair shape his belly button and trail downward- right into the waistband of his black sweatpants. You hiss, rearing back and spitting up at him. Erasure rolls his eyes, swiping his free thumb across his cheek.
“You’re disgusting- worse than any of us in the league- I-I’ll kill you I swear!”
There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes now. The bonds around your wrists tighten, causing you to yelp and kick out- only to be stopped by the weight on top of your legs.
“I’d love to see you try, little kitten.”
His finger slips inside you, slick juice oozing onto his digit. He watches with indifference, pumping lazily. You’re cute alright- and you seem to be taking him well. Aizawa enjoys how receptive you are, even if you claim you hate him. Hate what he’s doing to you. Your hips swivel, attempting to grind down onto his fingers.
“What do you say?”
A shiver runs through your body, goosebumps breaking out over your sweat-damp skin. You were not going to let this man break you- no way could you-
A spark of pleasure radiates through your lower half, your insides feel like liquid fire. He’s taking you apart with just his fingers- making you want him. The realization makes your stomach churn.
“F-Fu-”
Aizawa tuts, pulling his finger from your dripping cunt to your clit, spreading the slick across your sensitive, puckered nub.
Your body shudders, your head falling back as a sensation overcomes you, hot liquid spilling from your opening. It’s intense, but its not what you want. It’s not satisfying at all. Your body is throbbing for more-- for an actual orgasm.
“You’ve just made a mess of my floor..”
The hero grumbles and hikes one of your legs up, revealing your pink, slick opening to the cooler air. Your body shivers, a squeal catching in your throat when he latches onto you- tongue parting your aching folds. The bonds around your wrists tug, making it impossible for you to move even an inch. You swing your head to the side, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet. You’re hot- inside and out- and everything feels so intense. You aren’t sure exactly when it is that you begin to cry out for him- to beg for him- but as soon as you’re there- so eager to finally have your release- he stops.
The erasure hero sits back, letting your legs fall to the hardwood floor. You whine, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.
“What do you say.”
You shudder, a soft, defeated noise passing your lips. He grins, crossing his arms.
“I didn’t hear you, kitten. Speak up.”
“P-Please.”
Aizawa looks into your eyes- his own dancing with mischief and lust. His fingers begin to undo his pant buttons and zipper.
“And for hitting me”
Your mouth goes dry as he rubs the tip of his cock against your slick opening, the head catching against your sensitive clit. You bite your lip, trying hard to keep your dignity. His head presses harder against the bundle of nerves, his hand dragging it across and around to stimulate you.
“E-Erasure-”
He shakes his head.
“What do you say for hitting me, Kitten.”
You cry out- actual tears leaking down your cheeks.
“S-Sorry! I-Im sorry!”
The Erasure hero hums, dragging his cock down to your slick entrance. He presses against it, not quite enough to enter you just yet.
“Are you?”
You nod frantically, desperately grinding against the tip of his cock. You know he wants you just as much as you’re wanting him. He’s hard- and damn if he isn’t larger than he looks.
“Your words, kitten.”
“Y-YES PLEASE- ERASURE PLEASE- IM SORRY!”
He shakes his head, leaning himself down to press right up against your ear. His breath is hot, sending shivers down your spine.
“No.. I dont think you are quite yet… but when i get done with you… you will be.”
Aizawa grips onto you, holding you tightly as he plows himself into your heat. It’s tight and hot- your walls gripping him. The noises you make spur him on, every cry, every plea to stop- it only takes him higher and higher. You’d been so full of yourself- you’d even hit him. And now here you were, begging and crying for him- denying him your affection only to recant your statements and plead for him to go harder- to hit deeper. You look so beautiful under him- mascara stained cheeks and red eyes, your lips parted and swollen from his kissing and biting. You’re a villian, and maybe part of that is the reason why he dislikes you so much. Why he wants to destroy you in this way. It’s a sick, twisted obsession he’d developed the moment you’d hit him. He was going to fuck you until you broke under him- until you submitted to him fully.
“A-AHH- E-Erasure! C-Cum.. Cum in me..”
He huffs, pressing deep into your twitching insides.
“Such a bold statement from a girl who so openly disliked me only a while ago.”
You whine, looking up into his eyes. It’s obvious you’re high on lust- after being denied an orgasm for so long you’re body was probably going through pleasurable hell.
“P-Please! Please fill me up Erasure-”
Aizawa chuckles, shaking his head. He continues his brutal pace, grinding himself deep within you after each forceful thrust inside.
“I dont cum inside dirty little kittens.”
Your back arches, the taunting making your gut twist. Pleasure radiates all throughout your lower half, your insides feel like lava.
“I-Im a good girl!”
“You’re a villian”
His pace slows. You’re so desperate for him that you begin to tug at your restraints, openly weeping for him. This man has completely wrecked you.
“I-I’ll be good! I’ll be good for you Mr. Erasure please! Please! I beg you!”
Aizawa rolls his hips, weighing out his options as he looks at you. It’s quite tempting- such a pretty young thing like you under him, swearing to denounce her villainy for him. This is going better than he could ever have imagined. No doubt you’d take back those words after the fact. But he wouldn’t let you go. Not after marking you as his.
“As you wish.”
A soft sigh passes your lips, only to catch in your throat and turn into a scream. Your body jolts, each hard thrust sending your back rubbing against the wooden floor. You moan for him, mewling his hero name and begging for more. You come undone around him, sobbing and choking on your moans. It’s intense, the pleasure coming in waves; each one greater than the last. He rides you through it, and only when you go limp against him does he let your wrists go, the scarf softening and dropping from them. You whimper, moving your arms up and over his shoulders, holding onto him as he fucks you.
Aizawa growls, burying himself deep inside of your cunt, nuzzling his face into your neck as he lets himself go. You take all he has to offer, the warmth spreading through you as he empties himself. You feel full… sated even. He doesnt pull out- he lets himself sit inside of you until he’s gone soft. The sleepy hero picks you up, your body limp and noodlesque in his arms.
“Y-You’re a terrible hero..” you croak out, eyes half lidded and head lulling to the side, pressing against his chest. He looks down at you, arching a brow before dropping you onto his bed
“Everyone has a dark side. Hero or not.”
Erasure begins rummaging around in his bedside drawer. You blink slowly, no fight or energy left in your tired body. He pushes you over, tying your wrists with a thick leather strap. You feel something poke into your flesh, followed by a stinging sensation.
“Dont worry, kitten. Just a little something to take your quirk away for awhile. Nothing harmful.” He stretches and walks around to the other side of the bed.
“Can’t have you running away after devoting yourself to me.”
You whine, unable to say anything else. Your body is hot and tired, you feel like lead. Whatever he’d just given you had indeed made it to where you couldn’t use your quirk. Not that you could right now anyway. There was no more fight left in your body after the ravaging you’d just received.