Villain!Bakugou x F!Reader x Villain!Kirishima SMUT
Attention! For some reason, I can't tag all the warnings so please read them from here!!
Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI Noncon, dubcon, manhandling, threatening, choking, fingering, penetration, creampie, oral sex (m.receiving), size kink, spit, degradation, public humiliation, Stockholm syndrome
ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP TO MID TWENTIES
DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Summary: You were a spy sent by the HPSC to infiltrate the infamous villain group in order to help the pro-heroes to catch them, which you nearly managed to pull off but unbeknownst to you, bringing Katsuki Bakugou and his cruel comrades in front of justice wasn’t going to be that easy.
A.N.: So I sent this ask to @kingkatsuki and it was supposed to be just thirst, but her idea of a double agent got my creativity flowing big time and inspiring me to write it into a fic so I just wanted to give some credits for her! I ain’t gonna lie, this was a tough one but I sure had fun writing this! Please read the warnings before reading!
Tag List: @mukagentropy @strangerdangerduh
The darkest spot of the bar counter offered its lonely spot for you and your thoughts which lingered somewhere in the depths of your weary mind.
With a straw between your slender fingers, you swirled your drink in a slow manner, the clattering sound of ice cubes mixing in with the beautiful melody of a saxophone playing in the background.
Rather than loud and crowded, the dim light of the pub and the relaxing music was exactly what you deserved after a long mission as a double agent in the most dangerous and violent villain gang Japan had ever faced.
Your duty ended last night as you excused yourself from the group, claiming you had things to take care of, when in reality the pro-heroes were about to execute their attack.
You sighed heavily before indulging a sip from your drink, the sweet liquid soothing the aftermath of such experience.
Although having dressed up and fixed your hair and make up mostly to feel good about yourself, it wasn’t unexpected when some random drunk guy came to hit on you. His tall figure walked next to your seat before placing his arm on the bar counter in a dominating way, while having trouble keeping a straight posture.
You didn't even bother to look at the guy when a refusal already left your lips, which of course didn't work at first since he was on a clear liquid-courage. He placed a hand on your shoulder to try and engage you in a meaningless conversation, though shortly coming to an conclusion that it was an impossible wish, so with a muttered curse he left you in your lonesome.
Your attention was caught by a sudden news broadcast on the TV, announcing about the conflict between the pro-heroes and the villains. Your brows furrowed just a bit from worry as you corrected your slightly slouching posture.
“Could you turn up the volume, please?” You asked the bartender who was just wiping some glasses before granting your wish.
“..A number of heroes were severely injured in a raid last night here on Musutafu. According to the Hero Public Safety Commission, the villains might have been tipped off about the planned attack..”
Your heart dropped at the devastating scene of buildings crumbled down from the obvious explosions, fire raging comfortlessly and medics carrying injured pro-heroes to ambulances. It was truly a failed raid.
A hand on your shoulder tried to distract your reserved attention but without further thinking you just slapped it away as you figured it was the same guy as before.
That same hand on your shoulder again, obviously too drunk to understand your refusal and recognize that your mind was way too occupied to focus on anyone other than your colleagues and friends who were in clear distress.
Irritated, you finally turned around to slap the hand away and give the guy a piece of your mind.
“I already said I'm not fucking inter-” Your wrist was easily caught by a large hand that clearly belonged to a different person than before. As your gaze trailed up, your heart skipped a beat to see the familiar red eyes of the tall, built ash blond villain, whose shadow covered you in its powerful presence.
“Katsuki..” Your dry voice whispered in startled surprise. The worry for your friends had been too immense to realize that Bakugou and his gang had fled the destruction unharmed.
“Did you already take care of that thing you had to do last night?” He asked in an eerily calm voice, hand still firmly gripping your wrist as he stared down at you with a harsh expression.
You hadn’t even noticed leaving your seat and instinctively trying to take a step back, when you bumped against someone.
Slowly, you lifted your frightened gaze up behind you to meet another familiar face, the red-haired villain and Bakugou’s right hand, Kirishima. His lips tugged into a teeth revealing grin as he looked down at you.
“What's the matter Y/N? You look like you've seen a pair of ghosts.” You couldn’t mutter a word as you kept looking up at him, realizing you were hopelessly trapped between the two of them.
His sharp teeth glistened in the dimmed light at your startled surprise, crimson eyes momentarily shifting to the TV screen before nudging his chin.
“Shouldn’t you be out there helping your friends?”
Your rational thinking pushed through the haze of shock and made you understand the nature of the situation. Obviously the villains were aware of your true identity now which meant a retaliation, so your top priority was now to get away from the potential victims that the pub offered. With a deep and calming inhale you turned your gaze back to Bakugou.
“What’s gonna happen now?” You asked with a neutral expression.
“You’re coming with us.” Kirishima said, placing his arm on your shoulder as if being friendly, slightly leaning his heavy weight on you as he softly nuzzled the side of your head, breathing in your lovely scent before bringing his lips close to the shell of your ear.
“That wasn’t a neat trick you tried to pull off, so shall we go sort out this beef you got with us?” He said with a lowered voice, hot breath tingling against your skin as he slightly pressed his arm on your throat.
“...The lives of these people are in your hands so choose your next moves wisely.. “
His whisper sent shivers down your spine, turning the atmosphere tense which didn’t go unnoticed by the bartender.
“Is everything okay here?” He asked, eyeing at Bakugou and Kirishima before shifting his gaze at you.
“Oh yes! We’re just old friends of hers from school, we go way back!” Kirishima answered happily with a toothy smile and using his charming nature to cover their ill mannered intentions while imperceptibly easing his hold on you.
With a small doubt furrowing his brows, the man shifted his gaze from Kirishima to you and Bakugou, noting the charged mood between you two. The redhead picked up the same vibes, leaning a bit towards the outsider’s direction as if to whisper a secret.
“These two used to be high-school sweethearts..” He whispered rather loudly, that same grin on his face.
“Is that true, ma’am?” The bartender questioned rather sharply.
An oppressing silence fell between all of you as your gaze studied Bakugou's, trying to determine whether the bartender's suspicions were about to break his thin self-control. With all your muscles tensed up, you prepared yourself for the possible confrontation.
But suddenly his stern features were softened by an unexpected calmness, his hand easing up the grip on your wrist before slowly bringing your much smaller hand up to his lips to press an adoring kiss on your knuckles like a gentleman who compliments a beautiful lady.
It was clearly a wordless threat that urged you to play along in which you knew to answer with a warm smile.
“That’s right. Everything’s cool.” You answered, turning your gaze to the bartender.
Though he gave you a somewhat nod in understanding, the slight narrowing of his eyes suggested that he wasn’t totally convinced.
“Really, no worries, I was just baffled since it’s been so long since I’ve seen these two.” You said, turning back to Bakugou with a wistful expression that supported Kirishima’s claim of you and Bakugou being former lovers.
“Yeah, sorry for worrying you! This one here’s just so dear to us, we used to do all kinds of crazy shit together!” Kirishima said, wrapping his arm around your waist and giving a kiss on your cheek, making you roll your eyes but still keep that warm smile on your face.
Clearly he believed the chirpy explanation, his lips twitching slightly before nodding and continuing his tasks.
“So should we get something to eat?” You suggested.
“Definitely, I’m starving!” Kirishima kept his arm firmly around you before escorting you out.
“Wise move, hero.” Bakugou mumbled as he walked past you.
You stepped outside after Bakugou, the cool air brushing against your skin as you started walking down the dark streets with Kirishima beside you.
Your face held a professional calmness that masked your trail of thought which was running fast and trying to come up with a plan to get out of the perilous situation.
It would be impossible to fight yourself free from Kirishima’s strong grip as he was easily over twice your size and even if such possibility would be granted, running in heels would definitely turn out to be a problem. No matter how you looked at it, getting away from them meant you'd be forced to engage in battle with a quirk that was useless against theirs, not to mention that the fight would evidently result in collateral damage.
After considering every possibility, you were left with only the option of negotiating, which would have to take place in some secluded area in order to avoid casualties if engaging in a fight would turn out to be necessary. Since they were wanted criminals, you figured a private place would be their current destination.
As it turned out a black car, pretty unnoticeable, was parked just a few blocks away with Denki sitting in the driver’s seat, showing you a mischievous grin as his gaze met yours.
Bakugou took the front seat as Kirishima opened the door to the back seat.
While driving to the unknown destination, Kirishima took his sweet time to tie your hands and legs together.
Denki dropped you all off before an abandoned building by the coast which was indeed a perfect place to hide. The industrial area was mostly deserted and had half of its buildings waiting to be detonated, so it was dark and absent of any prying eyes.
Kirishima had your figure on his shoulder while walking up the stairs after Bakugou who still kept quiet, the only sound being their heavy steps echoing in the empty building.
“Is this really necessary?” Your question broke the silence as you felt humiliated being carried like a sack of potatoes.
“Definitely not, but I like to use any chance to get my hands on pretty girls. Especially now that you’re all dolled up.” You could hear the suggestive tone in his voice while becoming awfully conscious of the shortness of your dress.
Bakugou opened the door to what seemed to have been a conference room. A huge window allowed a beautiful view down at the dark bay, where the moonlight was reflecting on the wavy sea. It was also the only source of light in the otherwise dark room that had chairs, tables and some dirty couch beside the wall.
Despite having multiple places to sit, Kirishima practically tossed you on the cold, dusty floor.
“Have a seat.” He said mockingly before taking a few steps back and crossing his arms. Bakugou took a seat on top of the table, spreading his legs and resting them on top of the two chairs before him. He leaned his forearms on his thick thighs in a relaxed yet dominant manner, boring his gaze down onto yours with such self-control that had your blood freeze cause you’ve grown to read his temper. The calmer he was, the worse the upcoming violence would be.
“So.. An HPSC spy and yet you fucked up.” He spoke.
“So it seems.”
“Thought you could fuck me over?”
You hesitated to speak, knowing his question didn't have any right answers as you were aware how underestimating Bakugou and his crew was like poison to him. Regardless, staying quiet wasn’t an option either because that would only provoke his temper.
“It was a task.”
“A task which should've at least been appointed to someone who could challenge me with a strong quirk instead of sending a weakling like you who carries a pathetic one.”
You gave him a calm stare in exchange for his depraved point as his choice of words raised your interest.
“You knew what my quirk was when you let me join. Why would you do that if you thought that I wouldn’t be useful?”
“I found it sketchy that someone like you dared to request joining a bunch of villains with superior quirks, when yours isn’t even comparable. What I would have benefited from was your smart and perceptive nature, but it was your ability to avoid authorities that seemed a bit too convenient.”
You blinked at his remark, yet held onto your composed expression as his insightful nature was something you were familiar with.
“A spy doesn’t have to be considered physically strong in order to take out a target.”
“So you did suspect me?”
The question of why didn't he kill you back then quickly crossed your mind before figuring it out.
“So you took advantage of the situation and instead inflicted a huge blow to our troops on that raid.”
“Clever girl.” His monotone voice praised you.
“So now that you've made your point, are you gonna kill me?”
Bakugou swiftly got down on his feet and sauntered closer to the huge window while stuffing his hands in his pockets. You stared at his back, wondering what was going through his mind as he was the one in charge of your fragile future.
“You could say the pro-heroes were just collateral damage after all. I still haven’t stated my true point.” His weird remark had you slightly narrow your eyes, wondering what he meant by that.
“..What do you mean?”
“The HPSC seriously underestimated me for believing that I could be outsmarted by a mere spy. You don’t even wield a strong quirk which verifies the fact that you and your superiors actually thought you could survive me without having to fight.” Bakugou’s voice grew more sinister and deep, convincing that you were gonna be the target to sate his need for retribution. You had always known he definitely wasn’t someone to be taken lightly but in a sense he was right that you should've taken his rage of being underestimated more seriously.
“I’m gonna deliver a message for the HPSC and the whole hero society.” He said ominously.
An oppressive silence filled the room as you prepared yourself to hear the nature of your punishment, still with a serene expression on your face.
“Say Y/N..,“ He started, turning his gaze at you with the most malevolent grin plastered on his face as the silverish moonlight contoured his features in an eerie way.
“..Ever had a villain cock inside that cunt of yours?”
Your heart jumped up your throat from the unexpected question that stirred awake deep, primal fears inside you.
No villain had ever threatened you with the kind of violence that Bakugou's words suggested, the fear of it growing stronger by the second as you suddenly became aware how huge these two men were compared to you. It was enough to have your composure crumble down with the distress written all over your features.
The villains showed you their toothy grins as if predators baring fangs before mauling their frightened prey.
“Now, that’s the face I wanted to see.” Bakugou’s low voice said.
“Let's get those ropes off baby, we need your legs open for this one.” Kirishima grinned, advancing your tied up figure while you tried to keep your legs together and pull them against your chest.
A panicked gasp passed your lips when the burly man kneeled in front of you to roughly free your hands and legs. At that moment, your survival instincts kicked in.
“No..No.. Stop..!” You tried to push him away, but he easily lifted your squirming figure off the floor, carrying you towards a narrow table only to slam you against it. Bakugou threw some chairs out of his way while approaching you and grabbing your wriggling legs.
“Hold her still.” He commanded, not because your struggling annoyed him, but in order to cause you a sense of helplessness when Kirishima’s big hands grasped your slender wrists.
“She’s a fighter.” Kirishima chuckled darkly while Bakugou wasted no effort tearing your dress and bra apart, exposing the smooth skin of your breasts. Tears formed along your lower lash line as your cracking voice could only splutter useless begs that had no effect on Bakugou, his thick fingers digging under the waistband of your panties and tugging them harshly down your legs.
An evident heat rose up to your cheeks for being so horribly exposed in front of the two men, humiliation churning your gut as people had been counting on you to catch the villain who now instead had you with your legs spreaded in front of him.
“Fucking hell..” The ash blond mumbled, his calloused hand immediately starting to rub rough circles on your clit, his other hand gripping your waist to hold your squirming body still.
“So fucking beautiful..” Kirishima mumbled, his voice filled with arousal as he clutched your wrists with one hand and moved the other to squeeze your breasts, big thumb flicking rather roughly on your sensitive nipples.
“Knew you had a pretty cunt.” Bakugou said, forcing a cry out of you as he thrusted two of his digits past your folds, stretching and feeling the tightness of your quivering cunt.
He pulled his fingers out before harshly spitting down between your folds, roughly spreading the saliva on your slit and thrusting his fingers back in.
“Come on, fucking give me some wet baby,” Bakugou growled condescendingly as he curled his fingers and roughly teased your g- spot. Tears of agony blurred your vision at the bittersweet bliss, the heat on your cheeks deepening as your walls reluctantly got wet and ready for the villains.
“She fucking likes it.” Kirishima pointed out excitedly, his mouth watering at the sight that had the front of his pants tighten in anticipation.
Your desperate attempts to bite back moans had Bakugou’s lips form a twisted smirk before adding more pressure and abusing your sweet spot, the squelching sound of your slick drowning your choked whines.
“..Please stop..It’s too much..!” You cried out, only making your abuser sneer in a spiteful manner.
“Just as I thought, begging suits you quite well Y/N.”
Even with words so degrading, you couldn’t deny the growing pressure in your lower belly that was threatening to unravel as the villain kept fucking you with his thick fingers. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, red stare noting the imminent tightening of your walls that exposed your approaching orgasm.
“Come on..Cum for me baby..” Bakugou’s hoarse voice commanded, his aching cock twitching at the sight of you coming undone as the coil in you snapped. You shut your eyes tight and arched your back, overwhelming pleasure washing over you as you came on his fingers, slick dripping out of your fluttering hole as he pulled his soaked digits out.
“She's ready.” Bakugou said almost in an aggressive way while starting to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers in an impatient manner.
“Fuck yeah..” Kirishima said, tightening his grip on your wrists.
“No..Please no..” You panted in vain, your hazy eyes turning to see Bakugou pull out his throbbing cock. Your breath hitched at the mere sight, the length and girth of it convincing you that there was no way he could ever fit inside you.
“Please no..I can’t take it...” You tried to stutter with another set of fresh tears rolling down your cheeks, your plead only getting short chuckles from the villains before Kirishima crouched down a bit.
“You should've thought about that before getting involved with us.” He whispered harshly at you.
A frightened gasp passed your lips as Bakugou teased your clit with the tip, gathering your slick and giving himself a few pumps before starting to push past your walls.
No man had ever stretched you the way he did, the pain of your body being invaded making you throw your head back in agony, your hands trying to find comfort but only dug on the skin of your own palm as they couldn’t reach for anything else.
Adrenaline rushed through your trembling body, trying to comprehend the pain as your walls so desperately tried to adjust to his size.
A short, gruffy chuckle rumbled within Kirishima’s throat, his lips tugged in an intrigued and teeth-baring smirk, similar to Bakugou’s who kept his glowing red stare focused on your scrunched up face.
Your whole body submitted under the pain that was caused by the intrusion of his cock, your legs shuddering on his sides, your body daring not to move in fear of inflicting more pain upon itself.
“That’s a good girl..” Bakugou cooed down at you, pleasure toning his voice as he started thrusting in and out, burying himself deeper into you, causing more pain, yet as his cock dragged past your sensitive spot, the twisted feeling of pain mixed with pleasure washed over you in waves.
He unzipped his hoodie, lifted your legs up against his broad chest before grabbing your waist on a firm grip and starting to pound into you.
Your scream was muffled by Kirishima who let go of your wrists and forced you into a kiss, his big hands groping your breasts and gently pinching your nipples. His tongue invaded your mouth to abuse yours in a dominant way, devouring your cries as Bakugou thrusted into you.
A string of saliva connected your lips to the redhead as he pulled away, palming his rock-hard erection, the outline of it visible in his pants. Your half-lidded teary eyes glanced up at him in fear, understanding what he was about to do. An arrogant smirk tugged the corners of his lips up while unbuckling his pants.
“Been wanting to do this for a long time, baby..” He said, pulling out his throbbing cock which was easily just as huge as the one currently inside you.
“No..” You tried to protest between Bakugou’s hard slams against your hips, your miserable pleas having no effect on Kirishima as he grasped a chunk of your hair before turning your face to give a few slaps on your cheek with his cock.
“Open up for me Y/N.. Give me that fucking mouth..” He rasped, dragging the tip along your glossy lips, tightening his grip on your hair as if urging you to obey.
Bakugou kept ramming into you rough and fast, his smirk widening as you wrapped your lips around Kirishima’s cock but only managing to take the fat tip into your mouth.
A sigh passed through the redhead’s sharp teeth as he gently thrusted into your mouth, your mewls sending pleasurable vibrations while your hands tried desperately to scratch his muscular thighs.
Saliva dripped out of the corners of your mouth as you tried to take all of him, when suddenly Bakugou forced your leg on his side while keeping the other up against his shoulder so his comrade could fuck your mouth more easily.
Kirishima wrapped a calloused hand around your slender wrist while his grasp on your hair was still tight as he forced his cock in and out of your pretty mouth, your soft lips wrapping around the girth so nicely and completely muffling all of your whimpers.
No matter how hard you tried to resist, the merciless fucking had the pressure build up in your lower belly again, making you come undone soon.
Bakugou felt your cunt starting to clench around his cock, your wet walls pleasing him so good, so obediently as he fucked you into your orgasm. Your body writhed in twisted pleasure and pain, sweat covering your shivering skin as you creamed all over his cock.
“Switch, I want that fucking mouth.”
A temporary relief embraced your body when they almost simultaneously pulled out but it was a fast few seconds as they grabbed your limbs, roughly spinning you around so they could switch holes, Bakugou immediately grasping your hair and guiding his length into your warm mouth. You could taste yourself on his tip as it was coated in your juices, your tongue flat on the underside of his cock as he started thrusting before squeezing your breasts hard enough to leave bruises.
Your heart raced hopelessly as you felt your thighs being grabbed again, Kirishima positioning himself at your tight entrance, coating his cock with your slick while giving himself a teasing pump.
A scream scraped your throat as he so blatantly penetrated you, rolling his hips forward to fill you and stretch your abused walls. He rolled his sleeves up before caressing the soft skin of your waist, adoring your lovely figure. Suddenly his big hands grabbed your hips firmly before starting to fuck you with a ruthless pace.
“You feel so fucking good baby girl..” He groaned, leaning his head back with hisses escaping through his gritted teeth.
Your head was getting hazy from all the pain and pleasure, combined with the difficulty to catch breath as Bakugou kept pleasuring himself with your mouth, his eyes closely watching you take his slick-coated cock down your throat.
“Hnngh..Shit..” He groaned, leaning his head back, enjoying the lewd sounds your throat emitted.
Kirishima gritted his teeth, the veins in his arms prominent as he gripped your hips firmly to meet every rough thrust. Your walls so tight, squeezing him and clamping down on his cock as if to rush him towards his release.
“Ah fuck Y/N, you’re tighter than I imagined..”
He started fucking you faster, filling you to the brim, so rough and merciless that the table moved from the sheer force of his thrusts, implying that he was getting close.
“You fucking cuming already?”
“Can’t help it..She’s so fucking tight..”
“Her cunt's mine, cum in her mouth.” Bakugou growled, their words humiliating as it felt like you were just a piece of meat being fought by two ferocious beasts.
“Fuck..” Kirishima groaned as it took every ounce of willpower he had to pull out of your warmth.
As soon as Bakugou stopped fucking your mouth and pulled out, you gasped desperately for air before they forcefully switched your position back so the redhead could fuck his release into your mouth.
You let out a small, muffled squeal as Kirishima guided his cock back in between your lips, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat, his hand tangled up in your hair in a strong grip.
“Come on baby, fucking make me cum..!” He groaned, his hips stuttering in approaching climax.
Not only were you struggling to breathe through your nose with your mouth stuffed, when Bakugou thrusted his erection back into your messy slick-dripping cunt, you let out a muffled scream that again sent pleasurable vibrations on Kirishima’s cock.
“Oh fuck baby, gonna cum!” He gave a few sloppy thrusts before a low groan vibrated rather loudly in his throat as he came, releasing his hot cum in spurts in the back of your throat.
The redhead grunted, his head leaned back and eyes closed while filling your mouth, ignoring the pathetic scratches your nails tried to make on his thighs for not getting enough air.
Finally, he pulled out with a content sigh, descending from his high and giving you a chance to gasp for air as his cum leaked out of your mouth and down on the floor.
Bakugou didn’t allow you a chance to properly draw breath, when he already forced you fully on your back again and kept thrusting into you, your breath hitching in agony for not getting any rest.
“You know what to do.” Bakugou said to Kirishima who nodded while adjusting his pants back on. With a satisfied and smug grin on his face, he winked at you before making his way out of the door.
“Come on, get the fuck up.”
With what little strength you had in your limbs you pulled yourself up, a calloused hand immediately grabbing your throat and choking you while his hips slammed against yours ruthlessly.
Hisses passed through his gritted teeth as your tight walls rubbed him so fucking good, your slick glistening on his cock as he rammed into you, forcing stuttering whines out of your pretty mouth.
Fuck, he was drunk on your pussy and the way you so nicely submitted to him once getting fucked like the sneaky little slut you were, your desperate moans like a chant that had him want more of your torment. Smooth legs on both sides of his waist, your breasts bouncing in sync with his thrusts that filled you to the brim and caused your brows to furrow.
Your hazy eyes, clouded with obedience and fear, exposed that you were now fully subdued under his evident dominance and it was enough to send him over the edge.
His thrusts became sloppy and erratic as his both hands found their way to the soft skin of your ass cheeks, grabbing them firmly to meet his last rough slams before a loud grunt emerged deep from his throat.
Buried deep in the depths of your cunt, you could feel his cock twitching, hot cum coating your walls that were clenching and milking every last drop from him.
He pressed your abused body against his while catching his breath and slightly shivering from pleasure.
Tears rolled down your cheeks from relief that it was over, his hands easing their forceful grasp on you as he finally pulled his cock out of your dripping hole. His seeds mixed with your juices that lewdly leaked out of you as you brought your legs closer together, trying to get away from him but your hands were too weak to support your fragile figure that now fell on the floor.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A strict voice questioned, making you turn your exhausted gaze up at Bakugou who still had an ominous expression on his face.
“I’m not done with you.”
Both of you completely stripped out of any clothes, he ravished you as if he had been starving to get your tight pussy, pressing you up against the window and holding you by your trembling thighs. Only breathy whines passing your abused lips which he would next have wrapped around his cock.
On your knees and gasping air, you took his load on your pretty face after he had fucked your throat sore and used you like a toy.
He would ruin you on the couch, your fingers scratching the scarry skin of his chest and shoulders as he slammed his hips against yours while muttering curses and taunts.
Bakugou was every bit as violent and ruthless as one could expect. He defiled you for hours without any trace of growing tired in sight, pace relentless as if having an infinite amount of stamina. He was indeed determined to make you regret for ever getting involved with them and believing you could actually succeed in your little mission.
When it was finally over, there wasn't even a possibility to feel any sort of relief as you were so exhausted, so worn out. With your vision blurred by countless tears that had spilled as Bakugou had dragged you through the hell of pain and pleasure.
The sudden knock on the door rang through your ears in a lazy echo, but you could recognize Kirishima's voice following shortly.
“Yeah.” Bakugou answered while putting his pants back on.
It was early in the morning when the news got interrupted in Musutafu, the big screens crackling and attracting the attention of the regular citizens, as well as the injured pro-heroes who were lying on their hospital beds. The image was pushed aside, showing a blurry scene that shortly cleared to show a certain ash blond sitting on a couch with his legs spreaded in a relaxed manner. With upper body completely bare, exposing every single scar earned in battles, he was only wearing black pants and combat boots.
“Good morning pro-heroes.” The gruff voice of the infamous Dynamight echoed in the streets, stirring up the fear inside everyone who saw his face.
The winged hero, Hawks, had been lying on his hospital bed, swaying in and out of consciousness when the familiar voice had him open his eyes and shift his gaze to the TV that was attached in the corner of his shared hospital room.
“Endeavor-san..” He managed to mumble to the flame hero, whose body was in worse shape, still he was awake enough to focus his attention on the TV to the unfortunate sight of their nemesis.
“So your raid was a complete fuck up. I would’ve expected a real challenge from a bunch of fucking pro-heroes but guess there’s only pussies left to protect this rotten country.”
Not only was it humiliating for the heroes to admit their bitter loss, but also for the citizens to realize they were not nearly as safe as they thought they were.
“So did I really just have this broadcast so I could rub my victory into your faces? No, I didn’t.” Bakugou said calmly before leaning down as if picking something up.
It was safe to say that the whole city held its breath in fear, the president of the HPSC also watching closely what the villain was about to show.
“I have someone who belongs to you.”
The utter horror turned faces pale, eyes filling with tears, people clinging onto each other in despair as they saw Bakugou’s strong arms lifting your naked figure from the floor and setting you to sit on his knee, supporting your weak figure with his arm wrapped around your waist as you were all too fucked out and barely functioning.
The president covered her mouth in shock, seeing your violated body sitting on your target's knee like a messy ragdoll.
“See this little cutie? She was sent by the Hero Public Safety Commission in order to infiltrate my crew.” Bakugou explained, looking at you with a rather emotionless face while using his left thumb to gently push back some of his cum from your jaw back into your mouth.
Your hopeless state with every bruise on your smooth skin was on clear display for the whole city to witness. The breaths you took in were short and shallow, half-lidded eyes staring into an empty space and your mind unable to comprehend what was happening.
The villain softly grasped your chin to stop you from slightly swaying, his other arm on your back, securing your posture.
“She’s a bit tired after I had to rough her up a little..”
Gently, Bakugou turned your face a bit before planting soft, featherlight kisses on your temple and down your cheek. His twisted form of affection had Hawks grit his teeth seeing the disgusting humiliation of his colleague, his reaction similar to Endeavor and all the other pro-heroes who could only watch you being degraded.
“You could call her the reason why your raid wasn’t successful. Ain’t no way such a pretty little thing could fool me.” He said, moving some of your strands from your face and tucking them behind your ear.
“But don’t worry,” He started before giving a few gentle slaps on your ass.
“Come on baby, get up for me.” He urged, which you obeyed immediately with insecure and weak movements while his other hand draped around you to prevent you from falling down.
“.. I did treat her quite well considering her sneaky attempts to screw me over. See?” Bakugou slid his hand down in between your legs, his thick digits spreading your folds to show the obscene sight of his cum dripping down your legs.
As if trying in some useless way to respect your dignity, Hawks turned his shocked gaze away, his gut churning in nausea after witnessing how submissive you had become towards Bakugou.
“I think I’ll keep this one. She’s cute and perfect for stress relief.” He said, his strong arms helping your wobbling figure to lay down on the floor.
After presenting your current state for every pair of eyes to see, Bakugou shifted his serious gaze towards the camera, boring his glowing red eyes through the screen as if piercing every frightened heart and submitting the city under his domination.
“Next time you ought to offer me a real challenge and not insult me by sending a mere fucktoy.”
A tense silence took over the city, every street and home with every person carving reluctantly the image of Bakugou into their mind as the villain’s lips slowly tugged into a mocking grin.
“Have a nice day.”