Mental

Chapter 21

Uraraka was out of ideas. It had been three days since she had Izuku brought to her and in those three days she has done everything imaginable to get him to change his mind and get him hard so she could finally fuck him, but nothing worked.

She had stripped for him, in sexy lingerie and normal clothes. She had tried to give him a blow job, which did not end well. Shocking her greatly since she had heard from numerous men that she gave amazing blow jobs. She had even tried fucking herself, fucking Monoma in front of him, nothing. Nothing could get Izuku hard or not make him gag. Then there was one incident that Uraraka will never speak of, to anyone!

“Just give up already. I don’t understand why you won’t just cut your losses and kill him.” Monoma said, for maybe the fifth time that day. Izuku was not the only one disturbed by the brunette’s obsession. Sure, he liked the show and had a kink for exhibition, but he didn’t like that she was doing this for another man. Another man that was very clearly not interested.

“I will not kill him! I will get what I want! I just want him to desire me! To show him that I am way better than any man’s asshole!” Uraraka screamed, marching into the room that held the greenette’s cell.

After the first night, Uraraka had Monoma move Izuku into a room that they had transformed into a cell. He was still chained to the far wall though, to ensure he could never get away.

Izuku was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall he was chained to, thinking about the one person he wanted to get back to more than anything else in the world, Katsuki. He often wondered if his lover had found the engagement ring yet, if he liked it or not. If he hadn’t found it yet, if that meant Izuku could still propose to him. That was often what Izuku thought about. Dreaming about all the possible ways he could tell his love how much he loves him; how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with him.

Those thoughts were the only things keeping him sane as he tried to rid his mind of all the horrible things he was forced to watch in the last couple of days. Least he thought it was a couple of days. There was no way for him to tell how much time had passed since he had arrived here, but he was sure it was at least two to three days.

When he first arrived here, he thought for sure Uraraka was going to beat him until he changed his mind, but no, it just had to be something worse. If he was a straight man, this would be a dream come true, but he wasn’t, making all the things she was showing him that much worse. He just hoped that she would finally listen to him and let him go.

The creaking of the heavy metal door opening broke him out of his thoughts as he looked up to see Uraraka walk into the room, a disapproving glare on her heavily make-up covered face.

“Ochako, please, just let me go. You haven’t done anything to me, so there would be no reason for me to press charges. If you let me go, I will never mention you or your boyfriend to anyone. Fuck, I’ll tell them I hit my head and got amnesia if that helps.” Izuku says in a tired tone. Head resting against the far wall of his cell, his dull green eyes looking at the fuming brunette in her tight crop top, booty jean shorts, and no bra. Wishing to any god that was listening that she would put some real clothes on.

“I don’t understand how no matter what I have done, you haven’t got hard once!” She screams beginning to pace, trying to figure out what to do. At this point, she didn’t care if he changed his sexuality, all she wanted now was to be able to fuck him just once. To feel like she succeeded in at least some aspect of her plan.

Izuku sighing in annoyance made her deranged glare turn to him, giving her a very bad idea. A sinister smile spread across her face, brown eyes darkening with malicious intent.

Green eyes widen in shock and horror, a sinking feeling settling deep within his gut as she starts stalking over to him, opening his cell door with the only key. He tries to move as far away from her as he can, as she comes to squat down in front of him, the malevolent smile still on her face. One of her long-manicured hands comes up to roughly grab his chin forcing him to face her, their noses almost brushing against each other.