"From this day forward all those who are quirkless, will be known as slaves to be sold to those who-"
You had no idea what those words really meant, not at first anyway. But things quickly changed for you afterwards.
When you where ten years old a new law was put in place that changed the everyday lives of Japanese citizens.
Making the quirkless, slaves was the governments way of fixing some unknown issue. It didn't make sense then, but what can the powerless do against the forces of those deemed the most powerful?
Nothing.
You where taken to an unknown location and thrown into a small dark room with other girls around your age.
"I want my mom and dad!" "What's going on?" "Where are we?!"
Everyone was just as confused as you, but you refused to speak.
Days went by and the small group of girls where fed the bare minimum to keep them alive. Two of the girls feel asleep two days ago and haven't woken up since. A testament to how little food was provided.
You where also barely holding on when the door burst open and a couple of men came in with cow tasers in hand barking out orders. "Everyone rise and shine! It's time to go!"
"Let's move it!"
"What's up with these two?" One of the men asked poking the sleeping girls with his foot, "Guess they didn't make it."
"Oh well. The rest of you eyes forward! If you run we will kill you on sight. Stay together and follow me!"
You walked in line with the rest of the girls and starred at the floor so as not to draw extra attention to yourself. At the same time though you wanted to know where you where going.
"Ladies and gentlemen! We are pleased to announce our first ever quirkless slave auction! A big thank you to today's sponsors…We'll start with the girls aged twelve and younger."
The remaining eight of you stood on a stage in an auditorium. The girl next to you was crying and failing to be quiet about it. She was pushed out in front first.
You watched as girl after girl was pushed towards the edge of the stage and numbers where yelled out in rapid succession.
A hand roughly pushed you forward and you stumbled making your way into the spotlight. Your eyes squinted at the brightness as the man at the podium spoke.
"Next we have Mia. A ten year old girl, mostly straight A student. She's said to be friendly and well mannered towards other kids and adults…Sounds like she'd make a great companion for those of you with children. If not I'm sure she'll make a good little housekeeper…Let's start the bidding at one hundred thousand yen."
Your vision adjusted and you saw a red paddle raise into the air. "One hundred, I got one hundred, do I hear eleven hundred?" Another paddle.
"Eleven hundred, do I hear twelve hundred?"
"Twelve hundred, do I h-"
"Fifteen!"
"Fifteen hundred!..Do I hear sixteen?"
"Sixteen!"
"Seventeen!"
"Seventeen…going once, going twice-Oh! I see your paddle sir, what's your bid?"
Standing next to the man from the podium you watched as he counted the bills he was handed by the tall muscular red head. You looked up at him and felt like your neck was going to break in the process.
"Mia this is your new master ~~~. Do you understand what that means?" The man beside you asked.
Your voice was soft due to its lack of use in the past..however many days you'd be here, "..Not really."
"It means that he owns you. You have to obey his commands. He controls what you do, what you eat, where you go and whether or not you live or meet an early end-"
"That's enough…Let's go" The taller man interjected. His voice was deep and intimidating, matching his overbearing aura.
He was already walking away and you had to run to catch up to his long strides.
That is all you can remember of your first master. If for any reason a slave is abandoned or returned to the auction house their memory is erased so that the information they might have gained can't be passed around.
Great for the sake of masters' privacy, but what about the slaves constantly having months or years wiped from their memories?
You could barely keep up with how old you where due to having you memory erased.
Within the past ten years, you learned what your role and true position were in this new quirkless slave society.
It seems the quirkless where only sold to heros and civilians of high social standings. But in the past couple years you'd heard rumors about slave trades in the underground black market. A place where slaves are sold to villains and all types of terrible people.
With all this going on all over the world, not just Japan anymore, the quirkless population dropped from twenty to ten percent. Half of the quirkless are dead now, raising the prices and overall value of slaves.
This was a terrible time to be sent to the slave auctions.
Once there you where thrown into a cell with other women aged eighteen to twenty-five. You knew this because of the numbers on the doors. They kept men and women separate from each other and in groups by age.
Your group was finally called to the stage. You stepped forward when your name was called and didn't bother to look at the faces in the crowd as the bright lights made it hard to see them anyway.
"..Mia..is twenty-four. Has had four masters, the first and third gave her up as she'd outlived her usefulness and the second and third died of natural causes. Her reviews say she is very obedient and loyal to a fault, an excellent cook, and organizer. Great listener and overall the perfect slave…Those are some great qualities indeed, almost too good to be true, but you'll have to find out for yourself! Let's start the bidding at one million yen."
You where sold at two point one million yen and your group was sent back to the cell until the auction was over.
"Let's go ladies, time to meet your new masters!"
Everyone lined up and followed the guard. As he lead the group up a set of stairs a loud bang was heard and a message started to come thru their walkie's. "Buil-…-ttac-"
"What was that?"
"Did he say something about an attack?"
You didn't realize you had fallen asleep. It was dark and damp and you where laying on a cement floor. Using your hands to push yourself upright you tried to let your eyes adjust but it was almost impossible in the pitch black room.
'Where am I? Is this still the auction house?..Can't be, I was already sold…Is this, my new masters place?'
You wanted to call out and ask someone what was going on, but a slave doesn't speak first, a slave doesn't ask questions.
Time seemed endless in the black void that was your room. It was very small and the door never opened.
No food was provided and neither was the chance to use the bathroom.
A sound so foreign to you, you contemplate if it's even real comes from the door.
The lock twists and the door is pulled open. The only source of light a torch brings with it a sight of a terrible looking ogre of a man. Someone else is behind him but their voice is all your greeted to. "Grab her."
The ogre grabs your arm roughly and stands you up to drag you out of the cell and into the dimly lit hallway.
You where dragged down a couple different paths before the ogre pushed open a set of double doors and threw you down to the ground.
This room was much brighter and it was disorienting trying to look up at your surroundings.
"Sorry everyone, this one is a little older, but she comes highly recommended."
"Give us the stats-" "She must have belonged to a hero. Look how smooth and unmarked her skin is."
"Let's see," you felt the familiar sensation of your tattoo being scanned. "Mia…Has been owned by..Powerhouse and Endeavor!"
"No way!" "He must of wrecked her!"
"Lost her virginity at sixteen, and has been in service since she was ten."
"Don't leave us in suspense," "What do the reviews say?"
"Hm, oh my. The best at doing what it takes to please her master. A real crowd pleaser-"
"Get to the good stuff!"
"Anal virginity is still up for grabs. She loves to be praised for her good deeds and…apparently, she'll be a good little cock worshipping whore, if you treat her right."
"Aw, hell yeah!" "That's my type of girl," "If only she was younger,"
"We'll start the bidding at fifty thousand yen-"
"Right here!" "I got fifty-one!"
"Fifty-two!" "Fifty-five!"
"Fifty-six!" "Sixty!"
You listened as the the number finally stopped at Seventy-five thousand yen. This time however instead of the ogre taking you back to the cell. The man who purchased you presented the money to the auctioneer and wrapped a leather collar attached to a leash around your neck.
You dropped to your hands and knees and began to crawl behind your new master keeping your eyes to the floor, like the good slave you where.
(Two Months Later)
Being a slave to a criminal was awful. You where sold to a low level captain of the yakuza and he wanted you for one thing and one thing only. To stroke his ego in every possible way.
Which you did willingly to avoid further issues.
Sex was unfortunately included in the ego stroking but thankfully he wasn't working with much and it didn't take him long to cum or fall asleep after.
The one thing you could do without was the need to wear the leash and collar all the time. You already had a permanent collar around your neck, why make it worse?
Tonight he wanted to go out and even though you where dressed up in a floor length simple satin gown you still had to wear the dog collar and leash.
"Look at you, just wait until we get back home..I'm going to devour every inch of you." His words where meant to be seductive but to your ears it was just disgusting words, but you did your best to never let it show.
You'r master loved to gamble. Even though he constantly made money he would lose it just as quickly. Tonight was a particularly bad night for him.
At some point someone pulled out a deck and cards and your master was sucked right in. With non stop alcohol being provided he bet all the cash he had on him.
That is until he ran out.
"Fuck it, let me borrow ten stacks, you know I'm good for it!?"
"You still owe me for the last time."
"Don't look at me."
"..Assholes..Fine, what about her?"
"Your slave? Nobody wants that,"
"Especially after you've had her." The group of men laughed.
Your master was not fond of being laughed at, and in his drunken state he took it very personally.
"Fuck you guys, I'm outta here." He grabbed your leash and pulled causing you to stand and follow after him as he left in a huff.
Once outside he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Lighting one of the sticks in his mouth he walked towards the parking lot where his car was.
Your eyes where locked onto the ground as you continued to follow your master.
Suddenly he stopped walking, "Watch where you'r going!"
"Hn, you where in my way."
"The sidewalk isn't that small. Keep you'r ugly ass away from me!"
"Your one to talk..even the woman you're with can't look at you."
"She's a slave, but I must say she knows her place better than you do-"
"My place?..Tell me just what exactly is my place. You say that as if you know me."
"I know you should be treating me with some goddamn respec-"
Your eyes widened as your master was slammed into the ground directly in your line of sight. His hold on your leash slipped but you couldn't look away from the scene as a black haired man in a dark trench coat ignited blue flames seemingly from nowhere.
Hearing your master scream in agony caused your body to move and you stepped backwards away from the flames as fast as you could, running towards his car.
A lot of good that did you, since your master had his keys. Which where now no more than ash after what that guy did to him.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" A low raspy voice said from behind you.
Knowing that it was the blue flame user you turned around slowly.
"..A slave huh? Must be my lucky day." He grinned and you jumped at the sound of the doors unlocking in the car that once belonged to your dead master on the sidewalk.
"Get in."
You didn't have much time to think about it, you just grabbed the handle to the passenger door and hopped in. Once he was in the drivers seat, he started the car and peeled out the parking lot.
Eyes trained on the glove box in front of you, your survival mode kicked into overdrive. You wanted to look at the man who would most likely become your new master, but you knew that in a hostile state like this, it was best to keep your eyes forward and your ears open.
"Come on." He said after parking the car.
He stepped out of the car and you did the same finally getting a glimpse of your location. You where still close to downtown, but it was an abandoned part of the city.
You followed the taller black haired man as he entered a building. Down some stairs that opened up to a decent looking bar.
"..Dabi. Who's your friend?" An unknown voice questioned.
Being a slave meant you weren't supposed to make eye contact with those considered above you. Basically anyone with a quirk was deemed more of human than you as a slave. Which meant show them respect.
"..Is that what I think it is?" Another male voice.
"Yep. A slave. Found her after getting into a fight with her master..figured she could be useful around here."
"We have Kurogiri, a slave is another mouth to feed and a liability. You should've killed her." Another unknown voice.
"Hn, if you don't want her then I'll keep her…I'm sure I can find some use for her."
"..Wait." One of them stepped towards you and you felt him touch your collar causing it to disintegrate as he pressed a device to your neck tattoo. The same place where your implant was.
Eight years ago they made all slaves get a tattoo on their necks. It was basically a permanent collar as it was literally an inch wide black band.
Not long after that they wanted extra security as well as a way to keep information on the slaves themselves without having to keep personal records on paper that took up extra space. So in order to do that, every quirkless slave was injected with a digital chip that kept their profile information inside. If a master has the app on their phone they can add comments and reviews that are accessible to other users of the app.
"Mia, twenty-four..a perfect servant…Sounds boring."
You felt his eyes look you up and down, and even though you couldn't look directly at him a chill ran up your spine.
"What exactly makes you so special?" He questioned but you didn't answer, waiting for the man who brought you to this place to say something.
"Weird…it doesn't say anything about her being a mute."
"Don't start acting shy on us, answer him." Dabi said and you answered immediately.
"I enjoy only what I am told, I do as I am instructed. I also never divulge informatio-"
"What if I ripped off your finger nails one by one?..Or better yet, you saw what I just did to your collar, what if I said that I could do that to you just as easily?"
"E-Even if you torture me I won't talk-" "That's easy enough to say…What do you think Dabi?"
"She won't make it past two..fingernails that is." "Should we test that theory?"
You knew that speaking out of turn could get you a punishment or worse but you found it hard to hold back. "And what if I don't?! You'll then have damaged property to deal with."
"Hn…Fine. She can stay."
Standing in the restaurant style kitchen you opened cabinet after cabinet to see the bare minimum of food and spices. And when you say bare minimum, you mean none. The fridge wasn't any better as it held only a few beers, two cans of soda, some eggs, milk that expired two weeks ago. You closed the fridge in frustration.
'How do people live like this?' you thought as you found a pen and paper and began writing down all the things you needed in order to cook and clean this place up.
If the bar can look the way it does then there's no reason for this room to be such a mess and barren wasteland.
There was however one thing that was still bothering you. 'The blue flame user, the other guy called him Dabi. He killed Master Hiyashi and if I don't want to die I know I have to listen to him. At the same time Dabi called the other guy his boss, even said he was giving me to him…He called me interesting then told me to cook him something to eat, but this kitchen seriously has nothing edible in it right now.'
With your list in hand you stepped just outside the door to the kitchen and waited for someone to notice you.
"What is it?" You recognized the red shoes of the guy who Dabi called his boss earlier.
"I need these ingredients…master."
"…Then go to the store and get them."
"..Alone?"
"I'm not worried about you disappearing. There's a tracker in the chip."
"..I'm aware sir…but how will I pay for the items?"
"Use this."
After almost getting lost trying to find a nearby grocery store and making two wrong turns on your way back you finally found the hidden bar and made your way to the kitchen.
Cooking had become a bit of your happy place. Most of the time masters left you alone while you cooked and you could think or empty your mind.
Today you decided to think.
'Yet another new environment with a slightly complicated introduction…I starting to think I actually do have a quirk, and it's called bad luck-'
That night when you where allowed to go to bed you couldn't sleep. Not surprising with what you've been through today.
You where given your own room but there was no bed or even a mattress to lay on. You at least had a blanket to cover yourself as you only had your thin dress from going out with master Hiyashi.
Thankfully you where already exhausted and it didn't take long before you fell asleep on the cold and dusty concrete floor.
The next day you awoke early as it was engrained in you to be up by the crack of dawn to get an early start on whatever needed to be done for the day.
After finding a bathroom and doing the best you could to clean up, you realized that you would have to get some essentials and more clothes.
You went to the bar to see if anyone else was up and was surprised to see someone or something behind the bar.
"You're up early," he commented and your eyes immediately shifted to the floor. It didn't matter if they where your master or not. If the other person in the room isn't a slave like yourself, you are not to make direct eye contact. Another thing that seemed engrained in your dna.
"I was going to make breakfast for master."
"I went ahead and got some of Shigirakis favorites. He normally doesn't wake up for at least another three hours though."
You bow your head and turn to leave. 'So that's his name…Shigiraki…'
In the kitchen, you quickly fix your now mess of a hairdo and pull your hair into a simple ponytail. Looking down at your dress you decide to cut your losses and grab some cooking shears and cut the fabric where the slit starts at your upper mid thigh. Turning the floor length gown into a night dress. The thong you wore would unfortunately give a nice view of your ass every time you bent over. Not your intention but it couldn't be helped.
You look through all the new ingredients and come up with a short menu.
This situation is still very strange to you. Your not in a typical house or condo, this place was a business with residential rooms upstairs. 'There's no way I'm expected to feed everyone, there isn't nearly enough food here for that-'
"What the, who are you?" Came an unknown female voice from behind.
Eyes down, you turned to the surprisingly younger girl. "My name is Mia."
"What are you doing?"
"Making breakfast for my master-"
"Oh! That's right you do have a collar, wow. Can't believe Shiggy got his hands on one of you…Whatever you make I want some too!" Her tone changed from almost sinister to that of an excited child instantly.
Without looking at her face you could tell you where talking to a younger girl from her overall tone and attitude.
"Alright."
You resumed what you where initially doing, making sure you had everything necessary to make what you had in mind.
Bending over to grab a bowl from the bottom cabinet you where startled when a hand hit your bare ass cheek.
"I could definitely get used to this," the low raspy voice sent a chill down your spin and forced you to straighten your body at his closeness.
"Dabi let the woman cook, I'm starving."
"What's on the menu?"
"..Pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon."
"Sounds very American."
You recognized your new masters red shoes step into the room as you tried to continue cooking.
"Permission to speak freely."
"..What is it?"
"Is this a situation in which I have, multiple masters and if so, who am I to take orders from?"
"..Glad to see you catch on quickly. We are an organization that is few in numbers but there are only seven of us who you'll take orders from. However their orders don't exceed mine, understood?"
"Yes, master."
You finished cleaning the dishes and already had a plan to make something for lunch in a few hours, but you really needed to see about finding some new clothes.
Stepping out of the kitchen you almost ran into, master Dabi. There was something about this guy. He was a few inches taller than you with a lean but muscular build. Pale skin, black hair and striking blue eyes.
At first you weren't sure what to think of the scars that seemed to cover most of his body and face, not like you had time to stare at him anyway. But what you did see didn't bother you. Not even the staples or piercings that was holding it together disturbed you.
Not when he had those eyes, now those you could stare into all day.
"Going somewhere?"
'His voice is so deep and sexy…god why did I have to turn out this way?' "I was going to look for my master."
"I'm right here," he stated with a cocky tone. "..What, am I not good enough for you?"
"I meant no offense master…but, I could use some clothes."
"What's wrong with what you're already wearing?..It looks good on you." He leaned in close to your face but you kept your eyes on the ground
"..Since I'm new here I think I should ask master his opinion-"
"You must really enjoy this?..Being a slave."
"I enjoy whatever my master wishes me to enjoy-" "Bullshit."
You tried to side step him but he stepped with you, still blocking your path.
"Trying to get away from me, I thought you knew better than that." His hand fisted your hair and pulled so that your head was now looking in his direction. "Look at me."
Your eyes darted around the poorly lit hallway until, finally you found his deep blue irises which seemed to glow as he starred into your eyes. Something about those eyes oh his, seemed almost familiar to you.
"Just remember who brought you here. Shigiraki maybe the boss but it will be me who kills you if you fuck up. Got it?" Your breathing was picking up.
"Yes, sir." You where still starring at his eyes when he finally let go of your hair. Immediately you resumed your normal lowered eye look. Except now you also had a deep blush on your face at the thoughts that ran threw your head.
"Did that turn you on?" He whispered into your ear, stepping around you.
Rule number two. "Yes." Even if it embarrassed you further, your feelings did not matter. You must always answer honestly.
"Hn, not even gonna try to lie about it?" His hands wrapped around your hips and pulled you into his hard body.
You could feel his hardened length against your ass and, fuck, he's hung. "Lying to a master is an easy way to a punishment."
His right hand slid up the silky material of your dress and stopped on your breast. "So, what? You never lie to avoid possible torture?" He squeezed and it took everything in you not to moan.
"..Yes."
"Interesting..What else do you do?" His hands stopped their ministrations.
"I'm..not sure what you mean master."
"Sounds like you've got some rules that you follow to keep yourself alive and valuable. Tell me what they are."
You swallowed the rising saliva and took a deep breath. "..Always do as instructed by your master, no matter what it is. Never lie to your master. Make and keep your master happy, by any means necessary. Never reveal any information. Be willing to die for your master."
His hands began to move as he whispered once again in your ear, "You just got even more interesting."
Later that night after making dinner you went to the bar to find Shigiraki but instead found a decent amount of customers. Some sat at the bar while the rest sat at the tables scattered about the place.
"Mia, mind taking these to that table?"
You nodded your head and grabbed the tray with five glasses on it being as careful as you could to not spill anything.
Setting the drinks down quietly the group of men just starred. Probably because of the permanent reminder that you where a third class citizen tattooed on your neck.
Walking back to the bar you sat the, now empty, tray down on the bar and Kurogiri gave you a nod in thanks.
Turning to leave and go back upstairs you heard another group of loud individuals come into the bar. 'I should probably stay and help him,' you thought turning back to the bar.
The rest of the night was actually kinda nice. You imagined this is what your first job would've been like, minus the odd comment here and there about your slave status.
A couple patrons had even given you tips, but you handed them over to Kurogiri. What use does a slave have with money. Not like you can buy your freedom.
Being a slave was complicated as the laws they'd come up with over the years where not made for our benefit.
For example slaves are not allowed to have jobs as it would give us independence and access to funds. Slaves can't have bank accounts or own property. Slaves also must always have a master. A slave can never be free or buy/earn their freedom.
While it wasn't a law, it was uncommon to see a slave without a master. Slaves weren't supposed to travel anywhere alone. So when she went to the store the other day by herself it was quite the culture shock. Had you been on the other side of town you would've been taken in immediately.
Why the world was okay with this blatant mistreatment of quirkless people was beyond understanding at this point. Over a decade later and most of us are dead. Won't be much longer until we're all gone. Barely a thought to our existence or even a mention in the history books.
You found your room but before you opened the door someone said your name.
Looking over your shoulder you saw Master Shigiraki leaning against the door frame across the hall. His hand waved for you to come closer, which you did without a thought to how tired you truly felt.
He turned and lead you into what you assumed was his room. You didn't have time to take in your surroundings as his sudden request surprised you.
"Take off your clothes."
Your eyes betrayed you as they widened but you didn't dare to look at him. Hands grabbed the bottom of your frayed dress as you pulled the thin material over your head exposing your unclothed breasts to the man before you.
Nervously you bite your lip as your fingers slide down your hips hooking around the lace material of your thong. Pushing the material down you created a pile on the floor that held your attention as you felt increasingly shy in front of this new unpredictable master that you had only known for barely a day.
"Look at me."
Your eyes met his and the stare of his red orbs made you feel even smaller than you already where.
He stepped closer until you could feel his breath on your face. His hands reached around your head and found your ponytail, which he expertly released from the elastic band. Your hair fell around the shoulders, framing your face and he looked you up and down.
"I guess you're not too bad to look at." His compliment was halfassed and he didn't sound too enthusiastic about what he was going to do next.
He stripped off his clothes and you looked at his chest and arms which showcased that he wasn't as scrawny as he looked, he was actually covered in lean muscle and tiny scars.
Your eyes wondered lower as you got a quick glimpse of his length which was still soft but you could tell was going to make you gag. Dropping to your knees you didn't wait for him to say anything as you put him in your mouth.
(Two Months Later)
You've developed a nice routine. Make breakfast in the morning then prep for lunch and dinner. Either help Kurogiri clean the bar or clean the rooms upstairs. Make lunch, see what else needed to be done or go to the store. Then it's time to make dinner, clean the kitchen and help Kurogiri with the bar some more.
Every once in awhile Master Shigiraki would pull you aside for a quick fuck. The sex was fine. It was always just fine. Noting more.
But deep down you felt like something was missing. What, you couldn't quite pinpoint, but you knew something was missing.
Currently you where cleaning Toga's room, which wasn't in bad shape thankfully so you removed the sheet and blanket from the bed to put in the washing machine with her dirty clothes that where piled in the corner by her dresser.
You carried the bundle of different colored fabrics just past the kitchen to where the washing machine was located. Removing the dry clothes from the dryer first you sat them in the plastic hamper on the floor. Moving the wet clean clothes from the washer to the dryer you turned it on and put Togas laundry inside the wash and turned it on as well.
Grabbing the hamper you stood and made your way to Twices' room so that you could put his stuff away.
With the last of the laundry in the dryer you started working on dinner. Opening the fridge you pulled out a red and green pepper as well as an onion.
You sliced everything into semi thin slices and threw them into a deep dish skillet. Turning on the eye you tossed in a tablespoon of oil and some salt. The smell of the peppers mixed with the sweetness of the onions created a delicious aroma.
Opening a package of stir fry beef you rinsed it before throwing it into the skillet with the now sautéed peppers and onions. Grabbing a wooden spoon you began turning the meat as it browned adding some seasonings as you did.
"Whatever that is, it smells amazing."
Your body tensed up for a second before you realized it was Master Compress. He was actually very nice to you, actually treated you like a regular human being. Which was a surprise considering he was a villain.
Yes, you finally overheard a couple customers talking about them. Shigiraki, Dabi, Compress, all of your current masters where the ones known as The League of Villains. The group that was responsible for attacking a big name hero school and causing the end of the number one hero in Japan.
"It's pepper steak, master Com-"
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?"
"Sorry," it took everything in you not to end on a master or sir. When something is that engrained into you it becomes a very hard habit to break. Even despite your memory being wiped who knows how many times you knew to address everyone properly.
"How long before it's done?"
You took the lid off the skillet and poked the meat with a fork to gage if it was tender or not. "About forty-five minutes."
"Then I shall return."
Glancing over your shoulder you saw that he was gone and you where alone. You let out a heavy sigh and returned your focus to the meal at hand.
That is until you felt a pair of familiar hands on your hips as a tall lean frame pressed against your back. "I'm hungry." Shigirakis lazy tone was in your ear as he put his head on your shoulder.
"It needs about forty more minutes master."
"Fine."
The time you spent with Shigiraki was never long unless you both where asleep. Besides that you never had much in the way of conversation with the man who owned you.
Surprisingly you actually wanted to know more about the villain boss who could destroy any and everything, if he touched it with all five fingers.
His hand moved around to your crotch and you stilled unsure what he was thinking at a time like this.
Still in the shortened silk dress and lace thong he lifts the hem of the material and slides his hand into the waistband of your underwear. His pinky finger was extended to make sure he didn't accidentally activate his quirk.
"Keep working," he said even lower than before sending a shock straight to your core and opening up the flood gates for him to further his exploring.
You needed to add one more thing to the food to make it perfect but his index finger found your clit and teased the tiny bead with fast circular motions.
Your lips fell open and your breathing began to increase. "Master, pl-please..the food-nngh!"
"I told you to keep working." With that his hand stopped and he ripped the thin lace material as if it was nothing. "You brought this on yourself anyway."
Before you could respond you felt the familiar head of his cock rubbing at your entrance. His thrust was fast and hard causing you to almost lose your balance as you braced yourself on the oven.