The air in the League of Villains' hideout was thick with mildew and menace, a cavernous warehouse on the outskirts of Musutafu where shadows clung to rusted beams and broken crates. Izuku Midoriya woke to the bite of ropes around his wrists, the coarse fibers digging into his scarred skin. His head throbbed, a dull reminder of the ambush—Dabi's flames, Shigaraki's cold grip, and Toga's gleeful giggle as she'd pricked him with a sedative-laced needle. His green eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of a single flickering bulb overhead. His hero costume was tattered, the green fabric torn at the shoulders, exposing the lean muscles honed by years of training.
He was bound to a metal chair, its cold surface leaching warmth from his body. The room was small, a makeshift cell within the larger warehouse, with walls stained by time and neglect. A faint drip echoed in the distance, each drop a heartbeat in the oppressive silence. Izuku's mind raced, analyzing his situation with the precision of a hero-in-training. Escape. Assess. Survive. But his thoughts scattered as the door creaked open, and Toga Himiko sauntered in, her presence a whirlwind of danger and allure.
Toga's blonde hair was loose, twin buns slightly askew, framing her heart-shaped face. Her yellow eyes glinted with a manic intensity, pupils dilated like a predator's. Her villain outfit—a seifuku skirt and cardigan—clung to her petite frame, the knife holsters strapped to her thighs glinting in the low light. She carried a syringe in one hand, twirling it like a baton, and a wicked smile curled her lips. "Izuku-kun!" she chirped, her voice a saccharine melody laced with obsession. "You're awake! I was so worried you'd sleep through all the fun."
Izuku's heart pounded, a mix of fear and defiance. "Toga," he said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. "What do you want? Where are the others?"
She pouted, skipping closer until she was inches from him, her breath warm against his cheek. "Aww, always so serious, Izuku-kun. Shigaraki and the others are busy planning… boring stuff. But me? I've got you." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "And I want everything."
He flinched, straining against the ropes, but they held fast, cutting deeper into his wrists. "Let me go, Toga. Whatever you're planning, it won't work."
Her laughter was sharp, a blade slicing through the air. "Oh, it's already working." She straddled his lap, her thighs pressing against his, the weight of her body both intimate and oppressive. Izuku's breath hitched, his face flushing as her hands roamed his chest, fingers tracing the scars beneath his torn costume. "You're so pretty when you're scared," she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky purr. "But don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you… much."
Izuku's mind screamed at him to resist, to fight, but his body betrayed him, responding to the heat of her touch, the press of her curves against him. Toga's obsession with him wasn't new—she'd stalked him, bled for him, her twisted affection a constant shadow since their first encounter. But this was different. This was personal, primal, a hunger that burned in her eyes as she gazed at him like he was her entire world.
"Toga, stop," he said, his voice cracking as her fingers slipped under his shirt, nails grazing his skin. "This isn't you. You don't have to—"
She silenced him with a kiss, her lips crashing against his with a ferocity that stole his breath. It was messy, desperate, her tongue invading his mouth with a need that bordered on violence. Izuku froze, caught between shock and the traitorous spark of arousal that flared in his core. Her taste was sharp, like blood and sugar, and her moans vibrated against his lips, a siren's call pulling him under.
When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen. "Don't lie to me, Izuku-kun," she said, her voice trembling with something raw, almost vulnerable. "I see it in your eyes. You feel it too. This… us." She ground her hips against him, eliciting a choked gasp as his body responded, his erection straining against his pants. "You can't hide from me."
Izuku's mind reeled, torn between his duty as a hero and the dark, forbidden pull of her touch. "Toga, this is wrong," he managed, his voice hoarse. "You're forcing this. I don't—"
"Wrong?" She tilted her head, her smile both innocent and sinister. "Love isn't wrong, Izuku-kun. And I love you. I want you to be mine—forever." Her hand slid lower, palming him through his pants, and he groaned, his resolve fraying. "I want your blood, your heart, your everything. And I want you to give me something special."
His eyes widened, dread pooling in his gut. "What are you talking about?"
She leaned in, her lips brushing his as she whispered, "A baby. Our baby. I want you to fill me up, Izuku-kun, over and over, until I'm carrying a piece of you." Her words were a twisted vow, her eyes gleaming with a mix of madness and devotion. "No one else gets to have you like this. Just me."
Izuku's heart stopped, his mind screaming in protest. "Toga, no. That's— I can't—"
"You can," she said, her voice firm, almost commanding. She reached for the syringe, twirling it again before setting it on a nearby crate. "This is just to keep you… relaxed. But I don't need it. I know you want me." Her fingers worked at his belt, deft and practiced, freeing his cock with a soft hum of approval. "Look at you. So hard for me."
He groaned, his head tipping back as she stroked him, her touch both torturous and electric. "Toga, please," he begged, though he wasn't sure if he was pleading for her to stop or to continue. His body was a traitor, his cock throbbing in her hand, pre-cum beading at the tip as she teased him with slow, deliberate strokes.
She giggled, slipping off his lap to kneel between his legs, her eyes locked on his as she licked her lips. "You're so cute when you're desperate," she said, then took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head with a skill that made his vision blur. Izuku's hips bucked involuntarily, a strangled moan escaping his lips as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing with each movement.
The room spun, the cold metal of the chair a stark contrast to the heat of her mouth. Toga's hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. She moaned around him, the vibration sending shockwaves through his body, and Izuku's restraint crumbled, his hands straining against the ropes as he fought the urge to surrender.
"Toga," he gasped, his voice raw. "Stop, I'm— I'm gonna—"
She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock as she grinned. "Not yet, Izuku-kun. I want you inside me." She stood, hiking up her skirt to reveal she wore nothing underneath, her arousal glistening on her thighs. The sight was obscene, intoxicating, and Izuku's breath caught as she climbed back onto his lap, straddling him with a predatory grace.
"Toga, wait," he tried, but his words dissolved into a groan as she sank onto him, her tight heat enveloping him inch by agonizing inch. She was wet, impossibly so, and the sensation was overwhelming, a velvet vice that threatened to unravel him. Toga's head fell back, a moan spilling from her lips as she took him fully, her hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Oh, Izuku-kun," she whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders. "You feel so good. So perfect." Her movements grew faster, more desperate, her breasts bouncing beneath her cardigan as she rode him. The chair creaked, the ropes biting into his wrists, but the pain was secondary to the pleasure, a dark symphony that drowned out his protests.
Izuku's mind was a battlefield, his hero instincts warring with the primal need coursing through him. Toga's obsession, her twisted love, was a chain around his heart, pulling him deeper into her darkness. "Toga," he groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet her, unable to resist the rhythm she'd set. "This is— I can't—"
"You can," she said again, her voice a breathless chant. "You will." She leaned in, kissing him with a ferocity that left him dizzy, her tongue tasting of blood and desire. Her walls clenched around him, drawing him closer to the edge, and Izuku felt the pressure building, a tidal wave he couldn't stop.
"Toga, I'm—" His warning was cut off by her moan, her nails raking down his chest as she slammed down onto him, her orgasm crashing over her. Her body trembled, her cries echoing in the small room, and the sight of her—wild, undone, utterly consumed by him—pushed Izuku over the edge.
He came with a shudder, his release spilling into her, hot and unrelenting. Toga's moans grew louder, her hips grinding against him as she milked every drop, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Yes, Izuku-kun," she whispered, her voice a reverent prayer. "Give it to me. All of it."
He panted, his head spinning, guilt and pleasure warring in his chest. But Toga wasn't done. She kissed him again, softer this time, her hands cupping his face as she murmured, "We're not finished. I want more. I want everything."
Before he could protest, she began moving again, her hips rolling with a slow, torturous rhythm. Izuku groaned, his body still sensitive, but Toga's determination was relentless, her desire a force of nature. "Toga, I can't," he said, his voice weak, but she only smiled, her eyes glinting with that manic devotion.
"You can," she insisted, her hands sliding under his shirt to trace his scars, her touch both tender and possessive. "You're mine, Izuku-kun. And I'm yours. Forever."
The hours blurred, a haze of heat and need. Toga was insatiable, riding him through multiple rounds, each climax more intense than the last. She coaxed him to the edge again and again, her body a canvas for his release, her moans a symphony that drowned out the world. Izuku's resistance faded, his body surrendering to the rhythm of her desire, his mind clouded by the intensity of their connection.
By the time she finally slowed, the room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy with their shared breaths. Toga collapsed against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Izuku-kun," she murmured, her voice soft now, almost fragile. "You gave me everything. Our baby… it's gonna be perfect."
Izuku's heart twisted, a mix of guilt, shame, and something he couldn't name. "Toga," he said, his voice hoarse. "This… what you did—"
"Shh," she whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. "Don't ruin it. Just… stay with me. For now."
He didn't respond, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. The ropes still bound him, the chair still held him, but Toga's warmth, her twisted love, was a different kind of prison—one he wasn't sure he could escape.
As footsteps echoed outside, signaling the return of the League, Toga kissed him one last time, a promise and a threat wrapped in one. "I'll see you soon, Izuku-kun," she said, slipping off his lap and adjusting her skirt. "We're gonna be a family."
She left him there, bound and broken, his body spent but his mind racing. The door closed with a soft click, and Izuku stared into the darkness, the weight of her words, her touch, her claim settling into his bones. The hero in him screamed to fight, to resist, but a small, treacherous part of him wondered if Toga's darkness had already taken root.
And in the silence, the drip of water continued, each drop a reminder of the time they'd stolen—and the consequences yet to come.
^ every 100 stones is an extra chapter ^