A Spy Among Them (ShinsoxBakugoxDabixAizawaxReader and more..)

Ch. 161 The Witness

Overhaul unlocked the door to the lab and held it open for me proudly. I went in ahead of him, flipping the light switch and listening to the hum of the overhead lights while they clicked on around the room.

The florescent light reflected off the golden sparkles of my dress as my eyes adjusted and I could see the lab. I fully expected creepy glass beakers full of mystery fluids, each one oozing a different color of steam like you see in horror movies, but this wasn't that at all. Mostly the room looked like a normal lab, with several tables covered in instruments and all of the normal lab equipment you might expect.

"Take a look around," Overhaul said, leaning back against a lab table. He'd removed his mask and seemed... comfortable? In a lab?

I couldn't think too much about it because I was on a mission. Without my phone, there wasn't much else I could do anyway. If I was going to steal the prototypes, I first needed to find them.

I opened a couple cabinets, but most simply held glass containers and lab coats.

"This is where the magic happens?" I asked as I moved between the tables. A tray of instruments was set out neatly on one of them, and my eyes were drawn to the sharp scalpels.

How quickly could I pick one up?

Would I even be able to do anything to him?

And what would he do to me if I tried and failed?

It didn't seem worth the risk, at least not now.

As if he was reading my thoughts, Overhaul was suddenly behind me, his breath hot on my ear.

"No, darling, you're the magic."

His hands on my hips, he spun me around, and before I could do anything he picked me up and sat me on the lab table, shoving the tray of instruments to the side. His mask was still off, and those piercing yellow eyes looked hungry.

"I thought we were here to look at the prototype?" I let out a nervous laugh, my fingers gripping the lab table. 

"I'd rather look at you."

Leaning in closer, Overhaul's gloved hands bunched up the fabric of my dress, pulling it up high enough to allow him to spread my legs and make room for him between them.

He licked his lips as he pressed against me, and I tried to squirm away but he held me firm.

"You're going to mess up the dress you picked out," I pretended to complain. As if I gave a fuck about this dress.

"I'll get you another one. Now hush for me." He held his hand up to my mouth. "Bite," he instructed.

I bit down softly on his gloved finger and pulled back, taking the glove off with my teeth. Then his hand dipped down, sliding behind my panties to trace up and down the warm, wet spot between my legs.

Despite myself, when he touched me I felt my heart beating faster, fear and heat beginning to course through my veins.

"You're so needy, aren't you?" he mused as his finger lazily slid up and down. "That's why you need me to take care of you. This sweet, soft body needs its master."

"I don't know about all that, I really only wanted to see the prototype but –" I gasped as his finger pressed in and rocked back out.

"You want more than just this finger, don't you, love?"

"I mean..." I breathed, feeling a flush of shame as my hips involuntarily rolled toward him.

"But no, not yet," he removed his hand and stepped back, smug, as I whimpered. "Tonight, my love, tonight I'll take you to my room and worship this perfect skin, this perfect body, inside and out."