To Crush His Pride (Villain Deku x Bakugou🍋)

Jigoku's Base (Fluff💕/Lime🌺)

"There's no need to cry." Jigoku wiped away the tear on my face and wrapped his arms around me. "Just because you tried something everyone would try doesn't mean I'll immediately start abusing you."
He leaned down to me, lifting my chin up.
"The torture will come eventually, but hey. Why hurry."
Torture?
Jigoku let go of my wrist and sat down again.

"I'm writing a message to UA. You can write something on this extra note here. I won't read it, I promise."
He handed me a small sheet of paper and a pen.
Why would he do that? Is he so confident that I can't escape?
I still stumbled across the room, putting some distance between us, and sat on the bed to write a message, confused.
What the hell should I even write? And how did he know I was there? Did I make a noise after all?
I thought about it for a really long time and finally figured something out.
This is Bakugou.
I can't leave. This room has no windows and I haven't heard a sound from outside. He constantly watches me. He's too strong for me, too.
He lets me walk around his base. There's more rooms, but I checked them and none of them have any windows and there's only one locked door. I don't remember how I got here, either. But he hasn't done anything to me yet, though he says he will soon. He's speaking of crushing my soul and torturing me. Get me out of here.
I folded the paper and put it on Jigoku's desk.

"Why are letting me write them?", I asked. "I could write anything in there."
"Because it's irrelevant what you tell each other. There's no way for you to escape, and they can't create one."
"How can you be so sure about that?"
Jigoku chuckled. "That's a secret."
I grit my teeth.
This guy really thinks his base is impossible to find. Why? Is it hidden in some special way? I hope he's just delusional, but from what I've seen, he's insanely powerful.
I decided that not speaking, not making any noise and not moving around would be the best way to make him forget that I exist, and then maybe he'd forget that he wanted to crush my soul until there was nothing left. So I laid on the bed that at least seemed to be mine, and closed my eyes, trying to hold back my tears.
When am I gonna get out of here? I just hope I'll still have the physical and mental capacity to become a hero. But if he wanted to crush me, wouldn't he try to prevent me from fulfilling my dream?
That fucking...
My old personality is coming back from all the stress. What would Deku do?
"Hey, Katsuki."
I flinched so hard that I flew off the bed. Jigoku, who had been standing next to it, caught me in his arms.

"You don't need to be so scared. I'm not gonna randomly start torturing you."
I stood up and sat on the bed.
"Then how am I gonna know when you're about to torture me?"
"You'll know. I brought you your food for today."
He gave me a plate with a small meal.
"For one day? This little bit of food?"
"Semi-starvation is worse than starvation."
"... So your first step is to weaken me?"
"No. You can earn more food."
Jigoku turned and stepped into the direction of his desk.
"How?"
He stopped and turned his head.
"I think you know that."
Shiiit. He means romantic stuff, doesn't he.
I decided that I wouldn't do anything for him and that I'd rather starve.
I lasted for five whole days.

On the first day, which was when I got here, I was okay. I ate my meal and went to bed, even though I was scared.
On the second day, I was hungry most of the time. Jigoku didn't touch me, didn't talk to me, nothing. He just was in the room next to me, the door leaning, but not closed. He seemed to live in some crazy, windowless mansion. He had a giant onsen and a library. I wandered around all day, sometimes reading a book and tossing it away when my fear and hunger prevented me from concentrating. But it was a distraction, at least.

On the third day, I woke up hungry. My stomach kept grumbling and hurt. When Jigoku finally gave me my food, I devoured it. He was staring me with those maniacally happy eyes while I ate.
So I threw half of his books into the onsen. Why just half? Because after half of them, when I went to the library to get more books, he came in and made them reappear on the shelves with a simple motion of his hand.
"You can do this all day if you want", he told me, "but it's no use. I control this place."
The meals weren't enough. After eating, I felt hungrier than before.
Even worse than the hunger was the question: 'When will the torture start?'
The fear that Jigoku could appear anytime and start beating me or something. I never felt safe. I flinched every time he entered the room, avoided him as much as possible and couldn't concentrate on the books I was reading or the food I was eating.

...

On the fourth day, my soul showed it's first crack.
I asked him.
"What do I need to do to get a decent meal?"
Jigoku looked up from his desk.
"I'm glad you asked."
He turned around and grabbed me. I winced, but didn't fight him. I knew it wasn't going to save me.
I ended up on his lap, facing him directly, my feet barely touching the ground.
"Is it sex?", I whispered. I didn't know why I was whispering. Maybe I hoped he wouldn't hear what I had said.
But he heard it.
"Yes, it is. Congrats, you figured it out."
Tears welled up in my eyes.
"That's how you're gonna torture me? That's what you meant when you said that you'd crush my pride?"
One of his arms pulled me closer, the other one covered my eyes.
"Pretty much", Jigoku said before giving me a soft kiss.
He confuses me so much.
My thoughts and heart were racing. I was crying and blushing, and he was kissing me after speaking out a cruel threat - I didn't know what was happening anymore. What made it worse was that my body responded to him. I hugged him with arms and legs and kissed him back while still sobbing, salty tears mixing into the kiss. He bit my lip gently, making me let out a surprised moan, and used the chance to get into my mouth with his tongue. His hand was under my shirt, stroking my lower back. The tips of his fingers slid along my pants, lifting them up a little bit.
I felt tense, and something fluttered in my stomach. He pulled me closer, getting more intense. I felt his tongue in my mouth, rubbing against mine.

Then it ended when I realized what I was doing, and pushed him away. He let go of me immediately and put on his mask as I climbed off of his thighs, blushing and angry.
"I don't know why I did that", I hissed, "But I'd rather starve to death than get fucked by someone like you."
He laughed. I ran out and slammed the door shut behind me, running to hide under my blanket and sob uncontrollably, quietly cursing that stupid villain with the beautiful body and the gentle voice.
...On the fifth day, I lost my virginity.

A/N: Hey ✨pookies✨(sorry), I hope you enjoyed this longer episode! In the next one, there WILL be smut. Please do not proceed if you are a minor.
(Or do cuz I can't stop you anyway.)
Also, please don't forget that I am a busy person. I'm trying to update once or twice a day, but I can't promise anything!
Ok, bye 👋

(Edited the story afterwards)