WARNING: 18+ readers only, lemons, con/non-con kink.

The water had been dripping from the ceiling at a maddeningly slow and steady pace. Bakugo went from counting it to focusing on the faint sound of rain far beyond the damp room he was locked in. Breathing deeply in and out focusing on anything but how hungry and tired he was. He'd lost count of the days passing by but held hope that the other pro heroes wouldn't let him down.

He stood, pacing the length of the cell before rolling his shoulders back. He grimaced slightly at the weight of the heavy cuffs hanging from his arms that were fastened behind his back. Not that the tense pain couldn't have been from one of the more severe beatings he took earlier in the week for information The League had wanted. It seemed like inconsequential information but he knew better than to think anything The League did didn't involve some sort of strategy. No matter how small the detail.

A distant, familiar voice got progressively closer. Bakugo rolled his eyes as Spinner's obnoxious voice found its way to his eardrums.

"-he should be pretty lowkey," Spinner continued a conversation he had been having with someone on the other side of the door as he turned the key to the cave-like area that held a row of empty cells, aside from Bakugo's.

Spinner the Gecko entered in trailed by Himiko Toga. Bakugo recognized the unhinged blonde immediately.

"We've been pretty minimal with the food and we would have been minimal with the beatings too," Spinner threw a glare at Bakugo. "But, his mouth earns him at least a couple a day, doesn't it?"

Bakugo pursed his lips at Spinner and kissed the air.

"Listen shit-stain, you're not going to give the pretty lady any problems are you?"

Bakugo's eyes traveled to Toga and looked her up and down. She was still wearing her high school uniform which probably contained an array of needles and knives underneath.

"When one shows up I'll let you know," Bakugo tossed back.

Slamming a hand against the cell bars before pointing at Bakugo with a silent threat, Spinner threw a sympathetic look Toga's way before storming out of the room.

It was suddenly extremely quiet.

Toga seemed comfortable with the silence and meandered up to the bars staring at him closely.

Bakugo sneered in her direction while she used her index finger to drag across the cell's bars one at a time. Back and forth. "How long you been out of high school for to keep wearing that stupid uniform?"

Toga didn't reply but her eyes held a new energy as she focused in on him.

"You look like an idiot," Bakugo continued flashing a condescending smile at her, "you can't be much younger than me. What are you 20, give or take?"

"You're my friend," Toga pouted a bit too dramatically for it to be taken seriously. "You should know how old I am."

Bakugo's lip curled upward in disgust, "if we're friends, then do me a favor and go die."

Her face suddenly lit up and she jumped up and down clapping her hands sending her messy buns bouncing about her head, "let's play a game with stakes! That'll make us feel like friends again after all this time apart, Bakugo-kun!"

Opening the cell door Toga skipped over to him. She continued to advance and Bakugo took a few quick steps back in retreat before his back met the wall of the small cell with a bump.

"C'mon, Bakugo-kun. Let's pass the time together," Toga said, flicking his nose with her middle finger. His gaze burned toward her with unbridled animosity but other than that he remained silent. "I was thinking we could play vampire," Toga giggled, bringing her hands up like claws as if she was a fictional monster. Although, her past record would suggest that she was much closer to a flesh and blood monster than any fictional writer would have hoped to dream up.

Taking his tattered shirt in her fists she shoved him more roughly against the wall. His shoulders strained at the heavy cuffs that kept him from being able to use his hands to fight her off, with or without his quirk. He'd been handcuffed with these as a student years ago but they must have learned their lesson because rather than keeping his hands in front of him they forced them behind his back. Considering the heaviness of them as well, someone must have done quite the upgrade on them.

"Get back, Toga." His voice was deep and held much more authority than he had. And, they both knew it.

Ignoring him, Toga got close enough that Bakugo could feel her warm breath on his chin. He cringed away. She followed his face with her own and rubbed her soft cheek against his rough one like a cat marking its territory. Their lips briefly brushed and Bakugo thrashed against her attempting to knock her back away from him.

Her eyebrow quirked in amusement and the tense energy in the room heightened to a feverish pitch.

"Toga, I swear to god-"

Interrupting him, Toga's tongue flicked on the outside of his lips before she pecked his nose, giggling the entire time.

"Open up," she taunted as she pressed her body against Bakugo. She drug her lips across his as her hands explored the contours of his abdomen. Bakugo ripped his head from her touch. His face screwed with disgust from the thought of kissing a member of the League of Villains. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and that evil smile he'd seen countless times on the battlefield spread across her lips.

"Ugh, Bakugo, quit being such a drag," she cooed, "I've wanted to play vampires with you and Deku for sooo long. Don't ruin it for me."

Grabbing two handfuls of his unruly blonde hair she yanked him down while sweeping the back of his legs with one of her own, knocking him down onto his knees. She kept the fistfuls of hair firmly in her grasp and tilted his head back so he was looking up at her. Hinging at the waist she planted a soft kiss on his cheek and let her lips travel to his neck. Bakugo flinched as her lips moved to his ear and started to nibble on the lobe. The teeth grazing traveled up the border until her sharp canines suddenly sank into the thin flesh. Betraying himself Bakugo released a low groan as her tongue lapped at the bead of blood on his ear.

Toga's eyes narrowed and a slow smile spread across her lips. The energy that swirled around her held something snake-like in it as her cat-like eyes narrowed on the bead of blood that was dribbling down Bakugo's ear and now his neck.

Their eyes met and for the first time in his life, Bakugo felt like prey. He desperately hoped that she couldn't see it in his eyes but he had a sinking feeling that she did. Knocking him back so he was seated on the floor instead of his knees Toga lunged at him, sitting atop his lap and pressing his back against the cellar wall. She gently moved her hips back and forth over his hips as her mouth ravaged every morsel of blood that she could lick off of his neck and ear.

Bakugo bit down on his bottom lip, hard. He refused to make a noise. He refused to give in and give her the satisfaction of controlling him. His body may be wanting something primal but this girl was pure evil and batshit crazy. And-

Oh, shit.

His lip suddenly throbbed and the sickly familiar metallic taste of blood found his tongue.

Toga's body tensed like a cat that smelled a mouse. Her gaze travelled up from his neck to his now bruised and bloody lip. A blush of wanting lit up her face and her head tilted back slightly as she licked her own lips, staring at the self inflicted wound. She twirled her hips into his slowly.

Bakugo dropped his head in frustration and a slow, creeping feeling of defeat began to snake through his stomach. Everything felt warm and cold inside of him at the same time.

"Bakugo-kun, if you wanted me to move spots, all you had to do was ask." She breathed the taunt out against his neck. Her fingers spiderwalked up his chest until she held a firm dominant grasp that cupped his face and neck simultaneously. Toga turned his head from side to side examining the blood that glistened on his lip. The more she looked at it the more shallow her breath became and her eyes became noticeably vacant and far away. Yet, it was obvious she was zoned into her malicious task.

"Toga," Bakugo's voice was husky and held threat in it even with a single word. "Get the fuck off of me," he snapped sending every ounce of hate he could muster straight into her amber eyes. A flicker of rage flashed in her eyes before she could compose herself. Leaning in and pressing her full weight into his pelvis she ran her sharp nails down his chest and stomach digging in with more vigor and scraping his skin leaving raw marks with small beads of blood the lower she went.

Bakugo inhaled sharply but his eyes remained fixed on hers and full of hatred.

"Don't interrupt me with bullshit, Bakugo," Toga warned. Her features turned sharper, angrier. "Say another word and I'll skin your thigh and feed it to you."

The air became incredibly tense as their eyes were locked onto each other, sizing each other up. Sizing the threat up. The silence was thick with only the sound of dripping water on cobblestone.

"Fuck you," Bakugo spat out.

Without a hint of warning Toga slammed her forehead into his, sending Bakugo's head back connecting with the wall he had been corralled against.

"Damn it," he moaned as stars began to swirl in front of his vision. Toga took the same grip of his neck and face making him look at her.

"Now, let's take care of that lip," Toga cooed. Her tongue swirled on the outside of his bottom lip roughly, reopening the fresh spot Bakugo's teeth had carved. He tilted his head back trying to get away from her touch but it was pointless. Drained from days of no food and beatings this was a type of torture that he had never been prepared for.

Her tongue was pressing into his lips hungrily as she bounced gently on his lap. "Open your mouth," Toga commanded.

A grimace crossed his face. So much was going through his mind. He couldn't believe that what was breaking his spirit after all this time as a pro hero was a small blonde girl with childish buns in her hair. What surprised him most was how much the feeling of fear and lust mirrored itself in the psyche. And when they were mingled like this…

An idea suddenly popped into his head. Steeling his stomach to go through with it he let out a soft sigh and allowed her tongue to slip into his mouth. As soon as their tongues met Toga yanked away. Bakugo's teeth pressed together and a prickly sweat crawled over his scalp. Had he given away the plan somehow? Did her quirk include mind reading now!?

Her golden eyes were searching his face for...something. Bakugo's mouth went dry as her eyes traveled down to the lap of his pants. She adjusted herself so she was up on her knees straddling him, leaving room for her hand to get to what she wanted.

"Damn it!" Bakugo's entire body tensed and this was the first time in his life he had actually felt this helpless. No one had touched him anywhere near there. And now his tormentor had a firm grasp on it. Her thumb flicked over the tip eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. He dropped his head down trying to cover his shamed expression with his blonde spikes. Toga used her free hand to cup his chin and lift his head. His eyes were pools of shame and desire and it caused excitement to rush through her.

"Oh, you're so cute when you're sad," Toga purred with a singsong voice. "Had to make sure I had some collateral on you before I let myself get carried away," she emphasized her point by squeezing his groin.

Bakugo squirmed under her touch and he found himself frantically searching beyond the bars for outside help. When he'd seen her small frame enter into the guards station, he was sure he was going to be safe from the physical harm his last guard had inflicted on him. A punch would be a welcomed and familiar interaction if this was the alternative.

She brushed her lips over his before her tongue prodded into his mouth stroking his with hers as her hand followed suit under his pants. With every stroke of her tongue her hand would match the rhythm, rubbing up and down his length. It followed such a pattern like rhythm he wondered if this was some sort of game she was playing with herself to see how in sync her hand and tongue could be. Bakugo's breathing became ragged and he could feel his mouth beginning to water as Toga's tongue coaxed his into action. Despite himself, he couldn't help but respond. His tongue began to dance with hers until he finally felt desperate to gain control. He shoved his tongue back into her mouth and explored the silky insides. He shoved his torso off the wall and pressed into her, bringing his knees up to cradle her back so he could bring her closer still. His mouth dropped from her lips and travelled down her neck to the soft crook where her neck met her shoulder.

As soon as his mouth met that area Toga's hand gripped firmer and pulled slower. The groan that escaped from him was enough to make him want to die. He had been tortured by bigger and better and had always kept his dignity. But, this? This was destroying every ounce of pride he had ever had.

His face was pressed into her neck as his body wilted into her, controlled more and more with each stroke of her hand.

"Bite me, Bakugo."

Bakugo pressed his teeth into her shoulder roughly.

"Bite me, Bakugo," Toga commanded, "hard!"

His teeth sunk into her delicate milky skin until he felt the slippery sensation of her blood. Toga let out a soft scream that sounded far too joyful for any sane human being. Her thumb flicked back and forth over the tip of Bakugo's cock before her hand traveled further massaging what was below and he let out his own whimpering cry into her shoulder.

Removing her hand from his pants and replacing it once again with her hips, she ground hard and slow against the hardness below her as her hands went back into his hair gripping at the base of his skull. She pulled him towards her kissing him deeply relishing the taste of their blood mingled together. His hips began to rhythmically thrust towards her as their kiss deepened in intensity. Toga's body bounced up and down and her nails dug into the back of his neck as he bit her tongue.

She pulled away once again looking at him with an accusatory eye. Bakugo couldn't meet her glare because in the back of his mind, the plan to bite off her tongue was still swirling in his mind. But, even though he looked guilty, he hadn't been able to bring himself to do it.

Toga slid off her perch on his lap and opened his legs so she could nestle between them. She ran a finger down the nail marks she had left earlier on his chest all the way down to the groove of his hip bones. Her hands gripped the sides of his pelvis, holding him in place, as she kissed his body starting at the top of the first nail mark. Her kisses left a trail lower and lower…

Bakugo's hips suddenly bucked as her mouth found its way down to his lower abdomen. Her hands held a firm grip on him and shoved him back down. She started back at the top of his chest kissing and licking down the next nail mark. Returning to the top again to give attention to the next one until she'd gone through all 10.

Once Bakugo felt like he couldn't take another second without going absolutely mad, Toga stood up. She walked to the door of the cellar and turning on her heels, she took in the sight of Bakugo: sweaty, wilted, ravaged, broken.

A dreamy smile accompanied with a blush spread across her face as she cupped her own cheeks, "wahhh, so cute!"

Turning to leave, she paused again. Without turning back around to face him, "you know Bakugo...maybe you were right about this old school uniform."

With her back to him she slowly took off the beige cardigan and sailor styled undershirt followed by her skirt. She left her underwear and knee high socks on before glancing over her shoulder at him catching his eyes drinking in her body.

"Hmm, maybe if you're good, you can be the head vampire one of the times we play."

With that she exited the cell, locking it behind her. She sauntered out of the room turning the lights off as she went. Leaving Bakugo with nothing but the sound of the dripping water and the sense that his sanity was slowly dripping away too.