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It was supposed to be just a simple recon mission. He and the other sidekicks had been tasked with keeping an eye on the surrounding area while the pro heroes moved in, closer to the danger. He along with the other interns were more so there for crowd control. Nothing too glamorous but it was the stepping stone into him being a great hero. The first step he needed to take was for others to recognize him as someone they can depend on. He was in his last year of UA, trying to make a name for himself, and the internship was just how to do so. Everyone in the hero course knew the risks that came with being out on the battlefield with actual villains. They had three years of school and homework and other internships to help them understand the severity of what they were stepping into. However, no class lecture or training could have prepared him for this.
No one had predicted that the most infamous villain, Ground Zero, would be in the area. Settling a score with the group of villains they had been tracking. Explosions rang about the warehouse, destroying the entire building and burning alive the villains that had been using it as their hideouts. The heroes rushed in, trying to save whoever they could but they were outmatched by the single man. Explosions after explosions were blasted off, heroes were thrown to the ground, and sidekicks ran out into the crowd from the fear of facing the man. His reputation left many shaking in their boots. Ground Zero was notorious for leaving almost no survivors.
Kirishima felt his heart stop at the first explosion, but he did not run. Though part of him wanted too. He had met Ground Zero when he first debuted as a hero in training. It had been during his work assignment that it was his job to guide civilians out of a collapsing building. A little girl had been left behind by her parents in the chaos and he raced to get her. He had managed to harden his body in time to protect her from an explosion that was aimed their way. When the dust settled and the smoke cleared, he was still standing with the young girl crying behind him.
In front of him stood Ground Zero. Red eyes were ablaze as they focused in on him. Since his first appearance, no one was ever left standing after a blast from him. No one, except Kirishima.
“Interesting,”
Those words were all that was said before Ground Zero blasted off into the night.
Kirishima had been praised by many for his bravery and for his ability to withstand such a blast. He had felt pretty good about that until his next internship assignment came and Ground Zero was there. He had specifically targeted the group he was with. The whole agency went up in flames as explosions went off from the basement and roof simultaneously. Kirishima had managed to rescue a few people before he encountered the villain once more. The man stood tall, hands sparking with the intent to set off another blast. He can still remember the fear he felt as he desperately tried to keep his body from trembling in fear, while a hero older than him was crying three feet away. It felt as though time had stopped but the villain continued to walk toward him.
“You’re still standing,” Ground Zero smirked down at him, teeth bared in a vicious grin as his tongue came out to lick his lips. “Keep it up.” Another explosion rang out, killing everyone in the building except for Kirishima.
After that, people tended to stay away from him. It was obvious that a target had been placed on his back. Nearly all his offers from agencies had been rescinded. Friends had distanced themselves for the remainder of his high school time and the few that stayed by his side ended up in the hospital more and more. Until finally he cut off all contact with everyone he cared about and moved as far away as he could. The few offers he did get from agencies were so far out in the countryside that it took over six hours by train to get to. He never told his friends or family where he was going, fearing what information they knew about him could be used against them all.
It was safer this way and everyone knew it.
The hero commission were really the ones who pushed him to accept this role so far out in the countryside. They all feared Ground Zero but they recognized his talents and didn’t want to lose out on a great hero in the making. Their long-term plan was for Kirishima to stay out in the country for a few years in hopes that either someone would catch the explosive villain, or he would eventually lose interest. After that, they would reintroduce him into the public’s eye and have him emerge as a great hero who did what he had to do for everyone’s safety. They told him this was the best course of action; it would keep his loved ones safe from harm as well as himself. Everyone believed because it was so far away that Ground Zero would never set foot there.
How wrong they all were.
It only took three months for the villain to track him down. His maniacal laughter rang out amongst the cries of fear and pain as he attacked. The building the hero commission had created for the agency’s heroes and himself to reside at was destroyed in a matter of seconds. Blast after blast left the area desolate and charred. Some of the heroes started to flee the scene as they saw the destruction take place around them. Part of him wondered if he should do the same. To escape before the worst could happen.
Instead, he stood his ground, rushing to protect a fallen hero that lay unconscious on the ground as he hardened his body to its full force. A blast came and it nearly made him go flying. He had to dig his feet into the ground, standing strong as he felt his body being pushed back against the force of the wind that followed the blast. Lowering his arms, he saw the vicious blond man walking towards him. The same as he had done before all those months ago.
He stopped when he was only a few feet away from him. “You’re still standing, Red.” It was more of a statement than a question. His hands were hanging loose at his side, for once the palms of his hands weren’t sparking and seemed to be almost eerily calm. “Word is you’re called the sturdy hero,” He grinned, a deadly gleam in his eyes as he looked up and down at the young man.
Kirishima gulped, his brain telling him to run now while he still can, but his body seemed almost rooted to the ground. It was as if Ground Zero had two quirks. The ability to make explosions and the power to make your body rigid, as if you’ve been turned to stone.
“Let’s see how sturdy.”
Suddenly a bright flash blinded his vision. He cried out in shock, eyes closed as he took a step back. The shock made his hardening disperse for a second. It was only for a moment but that was all Ground Zero needed to make his move. A fist made contact with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him as he groaned and cried from the pain. When another strike came for the back of his neck, he tried to scream but nothing came as his vision turned black. As his consciousness slowly started to fade he heard, “Don’t disappoint me, Red.”
Kirishima groaned at the dull headache that was pounding at the back of his head. Slowly he blinked his eyes open, trying to will away the pain that lingered. A shiver ran through his body at the chill he was now feeling. A common sensation when he first wakes up in the morning. He has a bad habit of kicking the sheets off in his sleep. Trying to roll over to get warm in hopes of going back to sleep for a few more minutes, or at least until his headache goes away, he noted that he couldn’t move. Crimson eyes snapped open as he stared up at a strange ceiling, a skylight the only source of light in the whole room as the moon shined down above him. He tried to cry out but was stopped by the red ball gag shoved in his mouth. It was then he realized his entire body was tied up, leaving him unable to move. He was bound and gagged in a bed, naked as the day he was born, and didn’t know where he was. A collar with a small bell was the only sound that was made in the room besides his grunts for freedom. His wrists were bound to his ankles, legs were nearly pushed up against his chest. His entire body was exposed and on display, for anyone to see. He tried activating his quirk but no matter how hard he tried it wasn’t working. Panic began to build up as the situation started to become real to him.
“’ Bout time you woke up,” A rough voice echoed in the empty room before steady footsteps followed suit. With a sharp turn of his head, the only part not bound and free to move, he gasped when he saw Ground Zero stepped into the light. Those familiar and terrifying red eyes seemed alight with glee at his awakened state. Kirishima felt his panic disperse for a moment when he saw that the villain was not in his costume but instead dressed in a simple black top with loose-fitting pants. The secret identity of Ground Zero, Japan’s most notorious and infamous villain was finally revealed. Too bad Kirishima did not recognize his face to even begin to piece together who the guy really is.
The ashy-haired blond stepped forward until he was looking down at the tied-up hero on the bed. Somehow even with his face leaning down to look at him, his chin was still tilted upwards, in a superior fashion. “Was worried you wouldn’t wake up in time and miss all the fun.”
Kirishima gulped, the panic starting to settle in again.
Vermillion eyes looked over the naked body on the bed, mouth grinning only more and more at the sight before him. Leaning down, a rough calloused hand now free of his gloves cupped the young supple cheeks of the redhead. “You’re mine now, Red.” His voice was like velvet, his body nearly covering the form of the younger boy before him. He continued to lean his body forward until they were nose to nose. “Bakugou Eijirou sounds like a perfect fit for you. Although you’ll need to earn my name first.” He leaned back just enough to take off his shirt and toss it into a corner of the darkened room.
Kirishima gulped, his fear making tears start to gather in the corner of his eyes as his mind began to process the situation. “This can’t be happening.” How badly he wished this was just a bad dream. There was no way this could be real. It had to be fake. It didn’t matter that he learned the identity of Japan’s most famous villain. All he wanted was to get as far away from here as he could. He began to thrash around when he saw those same calloused hands that had been cupping his cheek so sweetly before were now going to the zipper of the dark pants.
A thin blond eyebrow raised slightly when they saw the other’s tears. “Relax Red,” his thumb wiped away the tears in one eye as he leaned down to lick away the other. “You’ll learn to love this.” Bakugou chuckled, crawling on his knees onto the bed so that he could loom over the tied-up hero. It was such a beautiful sight to see, one he’s dreamed about for a while now, but soon it would become an even better image to view. Wetting two fingers in his mouth, he slowly traces the awaiting entrance of his obsession. Vermillion-colored eyes began to glow as his long fingers carefully circled the hole until he shoved one inside and the body beneath him cried out. It was even better than he imagined it would be. He could feel the tight walls clamp around his finger, making his own breathing pick up in pace at the anticipation of what was next to come.
He started to pump the finger in and out of the hole that was clamping down on the digit. Letting the body get used to the sensation. With a few more pumps he was able to add another finger and then a third one, pumping all three digits in and out of that wet hole. He would curl his fingers every so often to hear that sharp inhale of breath that came. The red-headed boy tried his best to repress his cries, but it was futile. The reaction was there, his hips were slowly starting to move in time with his fingers as his penis grew in size, twitching with every movement. Droplets of pre-cum leaked out of the member that was being honest while the rest of Kirishima wasn’t. Eyes were clenched shut, head shaking back and forth as if he was trying to deny what was happening. Bakugou couldn’t allow that.
Leaning down he took the twitching member in his mouth, chuckling when he heard the shocked cry escape the gagged boy. His free hand reached up to begin twisting and pinching a nipple that was in need of attention. He bobbed his head up and down at the same pace as his fingers, tongue wrapping around the shaft in his mouth. Every movement he did cause such a reaction to Kirishima and it only made him want to see more.
It wasn’t long before the boy’s body was reacting in another way. It was obvious that he was a great hero in the making but when it came to sexual activity, he was very lacking in that department. It took only two more pumps on his fingers before he was cumming inside Bakugou’s mouth. Squirts filled him as he swallowed what he could before pulling off and letting the last squirt cover Kirishima’s stomach. Wiping the few droplets that ran down his chin, he grinned down at the panting boy beneath him. “Seems like my li’l pup is still a virgin,” by the reactions he gave and how quickly he came, it was very obvious that the young hero had little to no sexual encounters. That only made this more exciting and fun for him. “Good,” he hovered over him, menacing vermillion eyes staring into wide crimson ones. “If I found out you gave your ass to some two-bit extra, I would have blown the whole city up.” He chuckled when he saw those innocent eyes grow even wider. His young pup had so much to learn, and it would be so much fun to teach him.
He meant every word he said. He was well aware the possibility was there but was pleased to learn that his redhead hadn’t been that stupid. From the moment he saw how sturdy the other was to his power, he had put a claim on him. From that moment his obsession began. First, he merely wanted to test out his strength, see just how far he could push the upcoming hero to be, and see how much he could withstand his powers. It was so annoying fighting against all the weaklings. There was no one to give him a real challenge. Not until Kirishima showed up and opened up his world to a new possibility of being able to go all out and have some fun for once. Soon that excitement turned into something more, it was a carnal desire that began to drive him. The need and want to see the red-headed boy. The jealousy and rage when he would see the other get praised and surrounded by others. The anger and resentment that others could bask in his smiling face and heavenly laugh while he was forced to watch from the background.
From that moment he knew he wanted Kirishima by his side, so he did what he had to do. Attacking the agency he worked at, forcing his friends to distance themselves from him out of fear for their own lives. Even being able to manipulate the Hero’s Commission from the shadows into making his little hero travel far away from the few who remained by his side. His little red subconsciously knew he belonged to Bakugou. Why else would he himself push away the remaining family and friends that continued to stay by him despite the attempts on their lives? Kirishima knew he belonged to Bakugou; he just hadn’t admitted that fact to himself yet.
But with some help from Bakugou, he will.
Rough calloused hands cupped the supple thighs he finally had access to. The skin was soft to the touch, but the skin was a little dry. He would need to teach his little red how to properly take care of himself. That would be a lesson for another time. Now he needed to teach the redhead a few other things first. How long he’s thought out and planned every second of what he would do. How he would train the other to crave for him just as he’s been doing all this time. Soon the squirming and desire to flee will change and morph into something much more. He’ll be begging to remain by Bakugou’s side, not sparring a passing thought to anyone else. It was the goal he would achieve. Though he had to admit, he would miss the fiery look of determination and hint of fear in the ruby-red eyes that were staring up at him. Before he began, he gave himself a moment to cherish this moment. The young would-be hero was truly a sight to behold and now he would be the only one to view this sight.
These next few steps were going to be the beginning of something wonderful. The redhead just didn’t know it yet.
Kirishima felt his heart drop and jolt right up into his throat all at once when he felt those hands grab him. His heart was beating so loud he was sure the sound was echoing off the blank walls. He tried to call out, tried to say something in hopes his pathetic cries may stop the blond when he heard the telltale sound of a zipper coming undone all thought went out of his mind. Instincts took over and that’s when he began to thrash. His body was bound together, hands gripping at the restraints that kept him chained to his ankles. Muscle bulging to try and break the bonds that tied him but the chains were too strong. He tried to close his legs, a feeble attempt but it was all he could think of to do. Bakugou positioned himself right in between, forcing his legs to remain open. The blond was positioned right in between, vermillion eyes gazing down at his lower half like he was ready to devour him. Ruby eyes were shut tight, trying to will his quirk to surface with all his might so that he could break free, but no matter how hard he tried it never came. He could still feel his power, which gave him some relief that his abilities hadn’t been stolen away like so many others. However, it felt as though a weighted blanket was covering them, forcing them to remain hidden away.
The tinkling of the bell attached to the collar around his neck told him all he needed to know. This was more than likely what was keeping his powers from manifesting. If he wanted any chance of getting away, he needed to somehow get this collar off. Once more he tried to break free of his restraints. If he could free one hand, then he would be able to rip off the collar and have a fighting chance.
All thought went away when he felt the tip of something hard poking at his ass. Body stilling in pure fear, he dared not move. Too afraid to find out what may come next if he did. With shallow breaths, he forced him to look, despite every fiber of his being saying to look away. He had to see, had to look, and maybe think of a way to stop it.
Bakugou was between his legs, one hand holding him down by his waist while the other held the long hardened member at the tip of his entrance. A small whimper escaped Kirishima. “Don’t cry, little red,” the blond all but purred when he saw those wide fearful eyes gazing up at him. “Soon you’ll be begging for my cock.”
He gave no warning and pushed in slowly. Now both hands held Kirishima at his waist, forcing his body to take more and more of his cock until he bottomed out in that ass. Both men threw their heads back, one in pure ecstasy and one in pure agony.
Kirishima didn’t bother to hold back the tears when he felt it breach the inside of his body. The pain of being stretched open, how his body twitched to get away but only made him feel more of the dick inside him. He cried out, head was thrown back to stare at the open skylight. He begged this to be a terrible dream, for him to wake up in the hospital and the doctors telling him it was all a nightmare. That he wasn’t being raped by the villain who had hunted him down for months. He wanted this all to go away! The worst part of it all, there was a small piece of him, a thought he kept hidden in the back of his mind that enjoyed the sensation that was starting to bubble up.
Rough hands held tight to the thin waist of the sturdy hero as Bakugou basked in the glory that he was experiencing. After what seemed like endless nights, he finally had what he wanted. He didn’t bother holding back his grunts and groans of pleasure as he felt those tight walls clench around his aching member. For months he has been dreaming of this and now that it was happening, he wanted to savor every moment of it. When the need started to become too much he moved, watching with bated breath for the other’s reaction as he slowly pulled himself out until only the tip remained before pushing back inside. He wasn’t surprised by how Kirishima tried to get away, how his body seemed to tense up in agony with every push. More than once he had to reinforce his hold on the other’s waist so that he wouldn’t get away. Even without his quirk, the other was proving himself to be strong and capable enough to stand by Bakugou’s side. This only made him want him even more.
As of now, the young boy’s mind didn’t want him, his wide ruby eyes were spilling with tears, but his body was a much different story. He watched as the young redhead cried out, head thrashing from side to side with every thrust. He couldn’t keep the smirk off his face when he saw the way the other’s dick was twitching, droplets of cum beginning to escape. This part of Kirishima was enjoying what was being done and soon the rest of him would follow. He snapped his hips forward, changing his angle every so often to find that sweet spot.
He was rewarded by Kirishima throwing his head back, eyes growing even wider as his body convulsed. “Having an orgasm already,” he licked his lips, reaching out to take out the ball gag so that he could hear those sinful cries clearly. Gasps of short breaths were all that came from the mouth full of sharp teeth. “Such a fucking whore.” He laughed, hands holding tight as he slammed his hips down harder and harder until he came. He didn’t bother pulling out, why should he when Kirishima was made to take him.
Kirishima cried, tears streaming down his face as he felt the villain release inside of him. His body twitched at the sensation of being filled up. The lower half of him lifted itself involuntarily off the ground as his insides were painted with warm spurts of cum. He felt strangely full and uncomfortable. Bakugou had yet to remove himself from inside him, only adding to the feeling of being stuffed full. Small hiccups began to escape, he didn’t want to cry but he didn’t know what else to do. What had just happened to him was too much, his mind didn’t know how to process it other than to cry. He wanted to go home.
Bakugou watched him from above, watching as a few drops escaped the ass that was plugged up by his own dick. Just seeing himself inside that ass made him hard again instantly. He grinned wildly when he heard the sharp gasp Kirishima took. No doubt he felt the way he had hardened up inside him. Slowly removing his dick from the hole as watched in glee as cum slowly seeped out of it and around them. “Don’t cry, love.” Placing a gentle kiss on the forehead glistening with sweat, he leaned down until his face was only an inch away from Kirishima. “The fun is just starting.” With no warning, Bakugou gripped Kirishima’s legs, forcing them both up into the air. Hands and ankles were still chained together as his lower half was completely off the bed as Bakugou now stood up on his own two feet.
The redhead barely had time to blink before that same cock was back inside of him, thrusting inside of his abused hole again. This time his cries weren’t blocked by the ball gag, and he could freely let out his cries of anguish. They were drowned out by Bakugou’s own grunts of pleasure and his laughter. His rough hands gripped at his legs, his strength alone holding up Kirishima’s lower body as he pounded into him. Watching as the redhead threw his head back with every thrust until he came again.
That is how the night went on.
Bakugou seemed to have no indication of stopping his assault. He had twisted the redhead onto his front, the side of his face smooshed into the pillow as his ass was held up and forced into. His hands were still chained to his ankles; chains being held so tight that they left an indent in his palms. Teeth biting into the soft pillow as calloused hands smacked his ass while being pounded into roughly and quickly. At one point, Bakugou had even bent down and bit one of his ass cheeks. Kirishima felt shame creep into him even more as that made him cum.
By the fourth time he had released inside the would-be hero, Bakugou had unleashed the chains, unbinding Kirishima’s hands from his ankles so that he could throw the boy’s leg over his shoulder with ease. It was the best opportunity to finally fight back but Kirishima could only use his now free hands to grab at the back of the blond and hold tight to steady himself. Bakugou would whisper in his ears, telling him how his body was only a virgin moments ago, but he was taking him like some back-alley whore. It made a new stream of tears fall from his face as he was seated in Bakugou’s lap, being forced up and down on the hardening cock. This position made the tip of his dick hit the spots inside of Kirishima he didn’t know he had. Every time he would thrust inside, ruby eyes would be blinded by stars. He pleaded with the explosive villain. Begging to let him go, to let him rest but his cries were left unanswered. His body burned after being used so much, limbs numb and useless. He was nothing more than a doll to be used as Bakugou saw fit. The blond easily maneuvered his body however he wanted, taking him in various positions. Each time he thought it would end, he was mistaken and cried out as that cock seemed to go in even deeper each time. He lost count of how many times he had come. Mind too far gone to keep track. His own cock weeping with cum and twitching red from being overused.
When he was thrown onto his back again, for a moment he felt it might finally end, but life was too cruel for that to be true. Once again, he was assaulted, Bakugou’s dick entering his body without his consent but seemed almost attached to him now. Gone was the ache of being stretched open and now it seemed that his dick had made a permanent place inside his hole. He hated how his body twitched, the way his hips met with the pace Bakugou had forced him to follow. How in the back of his mind, behind the pain and anguish were hints of pleasure. Hands on either side of his head as he gripped the white sheets. Even without his quirk, the sheer strength he was gripping the fabric had caused them to rip. Black spots started to appear before his vision as he looked up at the villain. The maniac grin and eyes glowing so red it seemed almost otherworldly.
Bakugou gripped tight to Kirishima’s waist, leaving a mark on that tan skin as he emptied inside the abused hole once more. He gasped out at his release, loving how even after all this time Kirishima still clenched around him. Seven times he had come inside. The once flat belly now had a small bump to it. A sight he was enchanted by and wanted to see more off.
Slowly he pulled out, finally exhausted though the aching way his dick continued to stand upright said otherwise. He was tempted to go for another round, but he was not that cruel. It was obvious to him that Kirishima was getting ready to pass out. He didn’t bring the redhead to kill him in one night. He planned to treasure him until the end of time. Besides what fun would it be to fuck him asleep. The reactions he made when he was awake, and conscious were too much fun. Leaning away, he looked down at the sight before him. Kirishima’s legs were bent upright, hands still gripping the sheets and his eyes were almost rolled into the back of his head. His consciousness was barely there, mind too fucked out to really focus. His lower half was twitching from the pleasure he had just endured, making the cum leak out even more from his ass. Bakugou grinned, knowing that this was only the beginning.
Reaching off to the side, he picked up his discarded pants to pull out a small plastic card. The smiling and hopeful grin of Kirishima’s picture greeted him. Throwing down the young hero’s license in front of his trembling legs, he watched as the piece of plastic was surrounded by the cum, he himself had filled the sturdy hero with. Snapping a quick photo of it, he saved it to his phone and computer. A little leverage just in case the young hero somehow managed to escape him. Not that he would let him go that easily.
He finally had a taste of him, and he was never going to let him go. “Rest up, love.” He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on those gaping lips. “Tomorrow is a whole new day.”
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The sunlight shining through the skylight is what woke Kirishima up from his restless sleep. His consciousness was slowly coming too, part of him wanted to stay asleep, but his mind was slowly coming more and more too. For a brief, blissful moment, he had thought he was back in his own bed, ready to start the day after getting in a quick morning exercise and hoping he wouldn’t burn his breakfast. Only the sharp pain he felt in his lower half was a cold slap in the face, reminding him of the reality he was now in. His mind had been kind, keeping his dreams empty and not torturing him with the images of what he went through the night before. However, he could not ignore it once he was awake and conscious.
His whole body ached as he tried moving and found his lower half was protesting as he sat up. A sharp pain ran down his back and to his ass; his stomach felt off as well. Despite the ache that traveled through him, he still brought his legs up to his chest so that he could wrap his arms around his body and cry. Images from the night before flashed in his mind over and over again. Replaying every scene down to the second. Silent tears fell from his face as he laid there and cried for who knows how long. Even when his stomach began to protest in hunger, he did not move. All he wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die.
“You planning to lie in bed all day like a fucking bum?”
A rough voice called out from behind him, making Kirishima jump. His body screamed at him to stop moving, but his reaction happened without his mind being in full control. He pushed himself into the further corner of the bed, grabbing the pillow as a sort of cover for himself. A futile attempt, but it was the only thing he had to make himself feel the tiniest bit better.
“Stay the hell away from me!” he cried out, trying to suppress the way his body began to shake as he stared into glowing red eyes. Eyes that he was sure would haunt his dreams from now on.
A scoff escaped the blond as he stood above the quivering redhead. “What, did they not teach you any manners at that school for heroes?”
Stary tears fell from the corners of his eyes as he tried to activate his quirk. A sense of dread filled him once more when he remembered it was taken away. Dropping the pillow from his grasp, he clawed at the collar around his neck. The small golden bell rang out as he pulled and clawed and scratch at the material, but he didn’t leave so much as a mark on it. “Knock it off,” he backed further into the corner of the bed when he saw the blond villain sit down next to him, a tray of food in between them. “Quit wasting your energy and my time. Now eat before it gets cold.”
Kirishima saw red when a pair of chopsticks holding a piece of perfectly cooked fish was held in front of his face. He slapped that hand away. In his rage, he picked up the whole tray and flung it across the empty room. “Fuck you!” he leaned forward, hands bunching up to clench at the dirty sheets. “You do not get to act like this. Not after what you fucking did to me. Not after you…!” he cried, the tears falling freely as he screamed out all the pain and anger, and shame he was feeling. How dare he act as if nothing had happened. Acting like he’s some good guy after he took advantage and forced himself on Kirishima.
In a flash, a rough, calloused hand grabbed at his face. Cupping it so tight, his lips parted. Burning vermillion eyes glared into his ruby ones that glistened with tears. “I’ll only say this once,” he brought their faces together until their noses almost brushed against one another. “You behave, and I’ll give you a reward. You act like a brat then you’re going to get punished.” He held up his free hand, sparks jumping out of his palm and landing on the floor.
Kirishima grabbed at that hand and put it against the side of his head. The sparks had stopped the moment he grabbed that hand. “Go ahead,” he pressed the hand deeper into his skull, digging his nails into the smooth skin. He would rather be dead and buried in the ground than stay in this hell a moment longer.
Once more, vermillion eyes stared deeply into his. “That so?” for a moment, he didn’t breathe, just waited to see what would come next. Titling his head to the side, the blond placed a chaste kiss on his open mouth. “I knew there was a reason why I liked you.” Kirishima didn’t understand why but when he stood up, he felt a wave of disappointment wash over him.
No one said anything for a while. Kirishima stayed seated on the bed, pulling at the sheets to cover his lower half. Silently cursing to himself when he felt how sticky the fabric was and threw it at the end of the bed in favor of the pillow once more. He looked over and saw the supervillain was busy cleaning up the mess he had made. It was so weird to see. Normally whenever he encounters Ground Zero, the villain is blowing up buildings and laughing in hysterics as people run screaming for their lives.
“Why are you doing this?” He hated how weak he sounded. He swore from the moment he stepped foot into UA he would never again become the same weak boy he was back in middle school.
The explosive villain stopped sweeping for a moment, taking his time to come up with an answer. “I wanted you.”
He doesn’t know what answer he was expecting, but that just pissed him off. “I’m not some pet you can just pick off the street!” he growled when the bell collar wrapped around his neck chimed in. Once more, he tried to rip it off, but the fabric wouldn’t budge. “I’m a person, and I refuse to let you look down on me.”
“It’s Bakugou,” Kirishima was taken aback; the words he was ready to yell out died on his tongue when he heard the blond speak. Blinking away the thoughts he had as he looked at the villain now standing up and holding the tray of discarded food and broken bowls. “My name is Bakugou Katsuki. Remember it.”
Kirishima frowned, “And why should I?”
“Because once you learn to behave, it’ll be your name too.” He started towards the door, one hand holding the tray of broken dishes and fallen food. His back was turned to him, body completely relaxed. Showing no signs of worry at all.
Kirishima wished he could use his quirk so he could take away some of that arrogance. “Never!” he stood on shaky legs, knocking over the bedside table in his attempt to balance himself. “That will never happen. I’m Red Riot, and that will never change!”
Vermillion eyes rolled in annoyance as he turned back around to stare at the redhead. “Think again, shitty hair,” Kirishima had to stop himself from going up to reach his hair. He didn’t think it was shitty. “You’re not a hero in here.”
“Then what am I?” he glared, watching every step the blond took until he reached the doorway of the room.
“You’re mine.”
With that, Ground Zero, now known as Bakugou Katsuki, walked out the door. Leaving Kirishima alone with his thoughts, aching body, and empty stomach that growled out in hunger. “Damn it,” He landed back down on the mattress, hitting his fist against the wall next to his bed. His stomach would demand food at a time like this, but he wouldn’t give in. There was no way he was going to trust Ground Zero, not after what he did to him last night. He needed to be on his guard until he could find a way to escape.
Surveying the room, he saw that the only window was the skylight that was a good ten feet or more from the ground. All that was in the room was a bed, a small bedside table, and two walls covered in mirrors. He turned himself away from them, not wanting to face his reflection and see the sorry state he was in. The bell collar around his neck made a small jingle. He didn’t bother to hold in his growl of frustration. If it wasn’t for that stupid thing, he could use his quirk and easily bust out of here. Without his powers, he was useless.
Shaking his head to rid himself of depressing thoughts, he looked around the room once more. He needed to come up with a plan to escape or, at the very least, a plan to survive until he could be rescued. There was no doubt that the incident had made the news and would be broadcasted all over Japan. That was the case with most Ground Zero attacks. The destructive nature of his explosions was hard to miss. He could only hope that a few other heroes and sidekicks from his agency survived and could explain what happened that day. If there were no survivors, they were bound to notice that he was missing and come find him. The Hero Commission had hundreds, if not thousands, of heroes in Japan alone. Someone would realize sooner or later that he was missing and come looking for him. This wasn’t the first time a hero had gone missing and been taken captive. There are plans and procedures in place for these incidents, and usually, after the first 48 hours of the hero being missing, a rescue mission and team were arranged. Until then, he would have to sit and wait. Maybe he could find out some of Ground Zero’s weaknesses.
At least now he knew his identity. “Bakugou Katsuki” wasn’t a name he recognized, but it was going to be one he would remember. When this was all said and done, he would ensure that Ground Zero was locked behind bars to rot.
“Shitty Hair,”
Kirishima couldn’t stop the small scream of shock that escaped him when he heard the deep voice calling out. Whipping his body around in a gasp of pain, he saw Ground Zero standing above him, giving him an odd look. In his hands was now a light blue bowl with what looked like a towel and loofa sticking out of it.
“What are you going to do?” he braced himself, ready to fight for his life if need be.
Ground Zero scoffed in amusement, “What? You’ve never taken a bath before?” he didn’t like the implication he was making and only glared instead of answering. “Get off your ass and follow me,” he motioned for him to follow as he walked to the side of the room that didn’t have mirrors running all the way down it.
“Why should I?” Kirishima cried back, clenching the pillow so tight he was sure it would burst. He did not like being ordered around.
The blond stopped, only turning his neck around so that he faced him. “Then spend the day with dried-up cum in your ass. Your choice.” He said with a smirk on his face, a sharp tongue coming out to lick his lips.
Kirishima couldn’t stop the shiver of pure fear running down his spine, nor the way his cheeks started to feel warm. He had been trying since he woke up to ignore the sticky substance that was in his butt. It was uncomfortable, and he wanted it out. Weighing his options, he once more stood up, giving himself a moment to get his body used to his weight, and walked towards the bathroom. He did his best to show that he wasn’t currently experiencing sharp pain every time he took a step.
He followed the blond into the room, silencing the gas when he saw the room. A porcelain marble bathtub that could easily fit three grown adults was in the middle of the room. Tucked in a corner was a rainfall-standing shower with clear doors and a bench inside that looked like it also doubled as a steamer. A big vanity mirror was on the other side, the marble on the countertop matching perfectly with the bathtub. The entire room was not only bigger but so much nicer than his own apartment. Why do villains always have such nicer things?
Not really sure what to do with himself, he started for the bathtub. “Hold it,” he jumped when he heard the door closing and saw the reflection of Ground Zero approaching him from behind. “The hell do you think you’re doing?” he gulped, trying in vain to hold back the feeling of panic that was beginning to settle in. His eyes dart around the room, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. “What kind of animal takes a bath first before washing off their body?” To his surprise, Ground Zero scolded him like he was some type of kid that didn’t know the basics of good hygiene. He was flabbergasted when he was all but thrown into the walk-in shower with a basket of toiletries being handed to him. “I don’t get it…” this behavior was so strange to him. It was nothing like the Ground Zero he was used to. The one who mocked him, destroyed buildings, and had him basically shunned from everywhere because the villain took a liking to him. “Why is he acting this way.” This behavior was so different than anything he was used to from the villain. It was making his mind spin.
While lost in the depths of his thoughts, he didn’t notice Ground Zero coming up behind him until he felt a strong hand gripping his shoulder and pushing up against the cold shower wall. “Wha-?!” he tried to call out, to fight back but was stopped when he felt the tip of something rubber against his ass. Before he could even ask, a stream of warm water entered him. “Ahh!” he threw his head back, eyes wide as he felt the rush of water flow into his ass. He began to struggle, trying to push off the wall and get away from this weird feeling.
“Knock it off,” Ground Zero chided him, digging his arm further into the other’s shoulder to keep him pinned. “I thought you said you wanted to get cleaned up.” He whispered into Kirishima’s ear, licking the soft skin he now had access to. He grinned when he saw the shiver the other did subconsciously. Seems he found a new spot the other was sensitive to. “If you leave the cum for too long, you’ll get a stomachache, so let me do this, and if you’re good, I’ll give you a reward.” Slowly his free hand wrapped around Kirishima’s dick, the member slowly rising, growing in size and thickness as the water did its job of cleaning him.
Kirishima wanted to fight back. To tell the villain where he can shove the hose. However, he found it hard to concentrate when his hips started to move on their own, and his body was slowly betraying him. He hated himself for jerking his hips in time with Ground Zero’s hand. Hated how the villain didn’t even take him as a threat. The arm that had been pinning him to the shower was gone, now holding the hose in place that would leave and then re-enter his ass, filling his hole with water. He could see the bits of dry cum flow down the drain by his feet. His hands shook as he used the wall to steady himself, mind reeling as he tried to fight against what was happening, but his body had other ideas. He came, coating the shower wall, as he released with a loud moan that echoed loudly. Shame fell over him as he dropped to his knees, silent tears flowing down his cheeks as his body shook.
“Good job,” Ground Zero came behind him, wrapping his strong arms around his shaking body. Chin resting on his shoulder as he rubbed their two cheeks together. “You did so good.” A soft kiss was placed on his forehead as he was held in a gentle embrace. He hated this man. How last night he violated him in the worst way possible. How today he was confusing him by acting so gentle and kind. Most of all, he hated himself for letting himself cry in the arms of Bakugou.