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minors please do not interact !!!

warnings/ tw’s !! : non con, dub con, yeah lots of fingering ig, mentions of amputation, licking, kissing, biting, condescending tones, mentions of scars and wounds, praising and degrading. (uhh not much proofread me sorry!)

Perform.

The soft cheers that came from the flat screen television engulfed the entire bedroom. Their joint encouragement, and words of love and admiration swirled together as one, which filled the entire stadium. Filled the entire bedroom.

“Everyone, thank you so much!”

More cheers streamed just from the sound of your voice. The camera panned towards the crowd, their over the top movements and rowdy behaviour became a highlight of the event.

Not one of the people had a frown on their face, and those who did cried tears of pure euphoria as they waved their glow sticks. Such bright little things being waved around. They were the only source of light, apart from the stage lights which acted as beacons in the whole stadium. Even in the dim room you were situated within, the only source of light was the one emitted from the television.

You gripped the sheets below you, a tiny groan escaped your lips while you kept your eyes glued on the bright TV screen.

“You all came here for me, but really, I was the one looking forward to meeting every single one of you all.”

The woman on the stage had such radiating energy. Every single word she spoke seemed to just make her audience roar even louder.

“Tch.”

You shut your eyes for a moment, but not too much that you’d lose focus on what you were watching.

You were on the stage right now.

You were on the stage right now.

You were on right now.

You were on.

You.

You?

You rubbed your left eye with your bandaged, dominant hand, while your other hand remained gripped on the sheets below. Then, you rubbed your right eye, making sure you never left your gaze on the television screen—you can’t afford that. Right now, you were on the stage. You stood, tall and proud and thankful that so many of your fans came to see you. To witness you as you gave your all on this performance.

“I’ll give you guys one last performance for tonight, do ya’ want that?!”

Another small groan left your lips, but you didn’t dare look down. You heard him make the same noise from earlier, somewhere between clicking his tongue and hissing.

“C’mon you’re close, damn it”

He just had to speak, didn’t he? Your gripped hand on the bedsheets left, before you redirected them to your captor’s scarred forearm. His forearm which was littered with scars from his hero work, from battles he’d won, and from hard earned training till he practically sweated blood. His forearm, which was littered in so much cat scratches, all thanks to you.

You gripped his forearm. He had his black sleeves rolled up to his arm—which exposed his veiny forearm—as you gladly clawed on with the remaining fingernails you had. You shook your head. You shook your head from the build in your stomach which you refused to acknowledge, and because you didn’t want to lose focus on your performance.

“C’mon..c’mon.”

Katsuki muttered, more to himself than to you. You felt his hot breath fanned the reddened tips of your ear, along with the warmth his hoodie gave your backside. Your back doesn’t ache as much as before, not with all the body heat he so generously (forced on) gave you. His body was like a walking heater, which always had so much excess warmth to offer and share to you.

The song blared from the television.

Great, now you don’t even recall when the last song started.

You blinked rapidly, as you failed to lock your eyes completely on the TV, before they eventually landed to the ceiling. Ivory ceilings, adorned with modern lights, which were switched off. Under a roof that was clearly not yours. Under the same roof as him.

You gasped—more like cried out—while the sensation you tried so desperately to ignore, and replace, and to erase, crashed on you like a wave. It swayed and swooshed you that this was real.

That this was your reality.

You felt the stretch, the burn, the searing touch Katsuki gave you.

Katsuki’s middle and index fingers bullied their way into your deflowered womanhood further. Calloused, thick and manly. You always have thought that he had such masculine hands, the one any man would dream to obtain, along with his entire physique. And yet you didn’t find any of this something to envy about.

Your bandaged hand slowly made its way to Katsuki’s thick wrist. You almost feel his lips, which ghosted your ear, curl up into a smile, or a smirk. It didn’t matter to you, both of them looked just as cruel and menacing as the other.

“You tryna’ stop me? haah? you ditzy, stupid girl”

You regretted it immediately. Not because of his sudden harsh words, no, well, maybe just a little bit. But because he used one of his legs to hook it under your leg, which pried your poor legs open even further.

You whined, as you shook your head while the back of your head rubbed against the fabric of his hoodie. You could feel his hard pecs behind, how his front muscles tensed at each thrust and rub of his fingers.

He only grunted softly at your reaction, his fingers pistoned deeper, and harsher inside of your sore hole.

“Ungrateful, damned brat.”

Katsuki added from his previous comment. his pearly whites nipped at your earlobe softly, before the hero dragged his filthy, wet tongue on it, as if in his own way, he tried to soothe you.

“I put on that stupid video you like so much. Least you could do is show some appreciation..”

He paused his assaulting thrusts, the pad of his rough thumb came in contact with your erected clit, then he continued the thrusts of his fingers once more.

“..—and just take what I give you.”

He hissed, as Katsuki tried to concentrate while you writhed and wriggled minimally. His other hand snaked its way around your jaw, which squeezed your cheeks together in the process, before he brought your face to face him.

You tried avoiding his fiery gaze. Those red eyes which burnt you more times than you could imagine, and the way his eyebrows were so furrowed, as if he was frustrated or mad at you.

Neither of you said anything. His gaze only remained on your eyes, which slowly made him unfurrow his brows, slightly. His eyes scanned your whole face, examining each little and big reaction you contorted, as he harnessed them with the work of his diligent fingers.

You frowned, as you felt your nose stung. That familiar sensation when the dam is about to break down, when tears are about to flow. It didn’t take long before salty droplets from your eyes began to pour.

Katsuki didn’t seem to like that reaction out of you, as he bared his teeth at you. He squeezed your cheeks open, forcing you to open your mouth, before he spat out a lump of his spit inside. Katsuki immediately covered your mouth with the ones that were just around your jaw.

Your captor hissed, all while you tried to swallow the thick lump of spit he just put in your small mouth, with some of it dripped at the side of your lips. That distracted you for a bit, which stopped your tears from falling further down your cheeks.

It seemed like the sounds from the tv were beginning to fade, not because it was about to end, but because you didn’t know where your focus should be directed. The videos you watched of yourself seemed to be the only thing that grounded you together. The videos captured all your attention as you ignored whatever else happened around you, or at least tried to.

Katsuki let go of his hand which clamped on your lips, as the hero saw your throat bobbed in a specific manner, which signaled that you’ve swallowed him. He brought his hand around your jaw again, while he mimicked his touch from earlier, before he groaned.

You quivered, you side-eyed the best you could at the scene behind you. Katsuki let out a nasty roll of his hips, his clothed bulge hit your tailbone. You couldn’t squirm further, with his fingers so utterly deep inside of you, as they plunged you harder, and harder against him.

“If y’don’t cum for me now, you’ll have to cum around this.”

Katsuki humped your tailbone, as he tried to reach further down around your soft, clothed ass, but restricted by his aggressive assault on your womanhood. You shook your head profusely, while you remembered what this hero’s stamina was like. Your hands immediately let go of his wrist and arm, as you brought them on either side of his thighs, which caged you from the sides.

You clamped your nails down, as hard as your strength could bring you, based on your current state. That made Katsuki smile this time. Even his smile looked so cruel in the guise of satisfaction.

“Oh, now y’wanna open up?”

Katsuki taunted as he used his leg again to widen your already spread legs. His fingers never slowed, they only turned meaner than the last second, while his thumb furiously nubbed and rubbed your poor clit.

Sweat ran onto your back, your bandages around your wounded back caught the beads. The soft whir of the cold air coming from the AC shivered you instinctively, as it cooled your sweat-covered skin.

You couldn’t bring yourself to gaze upon the TV, you were on stage right now but you couldn’t see your crowd because of Katsuki’s hard grip around your jaw. You wanted to witness your wings again—you wanted to see them soar while you performed in front of your crowd.

All that’s left now is your bandaged back, your wounds from the forced amputation of your quirk slowly healed. All the glory and the pride of it all, drained away from the woman you once were. You arched your back, mostly due to the cold air from the AC due to your lack of clothing.

The only thing that protected your body from the cold air were the bandages which wrapped almost all of your torso. You wanted to fairly credit your captor’s warm body behind you too, but your resentment dug too deep for that, still.

Your train of thoughts were interrupted by Katsuki’s tongue. He licked your lips, then your puffy cheeks, as well as your eyelids, before he returned back to your mouth.

As you softly whimpered, it only amplified his works, as he continued his slobbered assault against your lips. Your spongy walls gripped his fingers tight, which made his thrusts even more aggressive.

“So close huh?”

Katsuki muttered against your lips, as he practically forced his tongue in your mouth, while the grip around your jaw and cheeks tightened.

“Make a mess ‘round my fingers.”

It was a command, an impatient one. Your toes began to curl tight, your sunken nails against his clothed thighs dug even further, while you scratched upwards to find some sort of grounding against the fabric of his pants.

Loud cheers erupted from the TV, which seemed to ring around your ears, as you let out a sound between a squeal and a whine. Your voice swirled together as one with your crowd, while your stomach unwound the knot that was once built up.

Spurts of fluids made loud squelched sounds, as Katsuki plunged his fingers through your high. He let go of his hold around your jaw, just to wrap that same arm around just above your breasts. Tight.

Tight.

Snug.

Suffocating. His presence alone felt like air was constantly sucked out of you, but with his limbs intertwined with your body like how snakes wrapped their prey, it felt like your whole existence was being merged as one with Katsuki.

He buried his face on your neck while your gaze returned to the stale TV. The you from back then, now bidding her final, final goodbyes to her audience.

“That’s my girl.”

The hero muttered, as he placed feathered kisses wherever his lips were. His breathing matched your rugged ones, as if he wanted to become one with you fully.

His fans, Dynamight’s fans, saw him as a hero who always won his battles, no matter how miniscule or gargantuan they may be. However, to you, he was a vampire. A vacuum. A greedy creature who took and took and took, until there was only the embers left of the person who you once were.

“That’s my woman..”

He continued, before he slowly retreated his fingers away from your heat, to place it just a few inches away from your face. The blonde’s voice cracked as he praised you.

“..Look at that. Filthy lil’ thing like you cummin’ ‘round my fingers like this. So good..so good for me.”

Katsuki moved his face away from your neck, just so he could bring his fingers up to his lips. He sucked greedily on his fingers soaked in your juices. His fingers, which were now wrinkled from the fluids its absorbed, acted like a pacifier which pleased the pro hero.

You could smell yourself as Katsuki cleaned his fingers. The faint musk of your own scent made your face scrunch in displeasure, before he pulled it out of his mouth with a soft pop.

“Goodbye everyone, I’ll see you all next time!”

If you had known that would be the last time you’d ever see the happy faces of your crowd, you would have performed until all your limbs broke—until your vocal chords snapped. You could only lean back against your captor’s chest while the snake tightened his hold around your limp form.

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