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Working with the League of Villains was a more draining job than you initially understood you’d be accepting.
It was commonplace for you to work your fingers to the bone for your clients, an endless procession of watching, noting, thieving, and mapping. Quite literally working your ass off as you scouted from a distance until your legs fell numb and your joints protested, letting your feet prickle to a painful tingle as you ran back to your new home base to report your findings. Normally you didn’t mind, as it was the basis for your entire skill set after all, and you were damn good at what you did. If you planned out a siege, robbery, coup or crash, it happened. No questions, no variables. Only results.
Originally, you had been ecstatic to accept his contract. He needed a specialist, you needed a job, and the pay he was offering was borderline too good to be true. Yet, reporting to someone like Shigaraki Tomura has a way of sucking the passion out of you. The longer you worked for him, the more you understood why the League was offering such a substantial pay raise. The man was fucking insufferable.
Frankly, as time wore on, you weren’t sure you had as much team spirit or enthusiasm as you were technically supposed to.
Your efforts were often excused, belittled, or even just flat out ignored in favor of whatever passing whim Shigaraki felt was best. Hours and hours of recon wasted, and while you were still paid for your efforts, you didn’t exactly like busywork or wasting time. You disliked being disrespected and blown off even more.
Regardless, you didn’t quit or try to disappear. You had it on good authority that this League was going to make it big one day, and you wanted a little piece of that payout. Maybe after that, you’d give him the finger once and for all.
Today was like any other day on your schedule. You had arrived back at hideout not long ago with the final set of crucial documents that would ensure the League’s success in their next endeavor. You had gathered them around, explaining everything to the group in painfully concise detail. Every viewpoint covered, every obstacle planned for, every last man on the premises accounted for.
Not that your extra effort ever mattered to Shigaraki.
He was leaning casually down looking particularly bored, arms resting on his knees as he slouched over on the dusty sofa. If it wasn’t for the fact that you could occasionally feel his burning stare on the back of your head, you would have figured he was completely dazing out just to spite you. Even though it was his ass on the line, you had known the man-child long enough to know he had little to no problem creating obstacles in his own path so long as he took the other person down with him
After you had concluded your carefully planned strategy, he perched over, looking across the ratty blueprints that you had stolen a few weeks prior and pitched his final plan. The rest of the villains gathered around him listening intently as he spoke, soaking in his words and hyping themselves up. A lot rode on this newest mission, and everyone had their part to play. Every single person on the team would contribute to the success of the League, the further advancement of the cause, and more importantly, its bank account.
Everyone except you, of course.
You moved off to the side, practically radiating irritation with arms crossed and lips dragged down in a deep scowl. Once again, he had overlooked several details, one of which included you, in the master plan. Oh no, your part was apparently through in the eyes of your dear leader, no matter how many times you had told him that you weren’t a glorified spy. Your supervision was paramount to the success, since you were the one who had the schedules memorized. Despite that, Shigaraki’s idea of your involvement in the showdown consisted of you back at the base, fucking yourself out of his sight.
He was pretty much content with ignoring you completely, which meant that you always had to be the one to speak up about your potential future involvement. It was his obnoxious way of manipulating you.
“And what about me, boss? What exactly do you want me to do?” Your kept eyes on Shigaraki, tapping your fingers in a subconscious show of impatience. Honestly, you don’t know why it agitated you so much. He always did this. Purposefully forgot you, or made you look insignificant. Why? Just because you had poked holes in his plans a few times? Corrected him when he was clearly wrong? Shown him up in front of his subordinates? What a baby.
“You’ll be my backup.” Tomura didn’t bother to look up to acknowledge you. “If there’s any stragglers, you’ll take them out, so I don’t have to waste my time.”
“Uh huh…” You rolled your eyes behind closed lids. Typical. “And what about the rooftops, where a patrol comes at least once an hour, both rigorously trained and heavily armed? Or the surveillance which runs to an offsite server and is monitored 24/7? Or the trigger-happy lockdown procedure that was purposefully made to stop this exact type of situation? You going to do anything about any of that or just do what you normally do and just sort of wing it and hope it goes well and we don’t lose any of our people?”
The group around you groans. This was becoming a routine. Shigaraki would present his plans, you would challenge him, he would threaten you, you would laugh in his face, you two would end up in each other’s personal space and eventually then entire night would end up off track because you two would just end up antagonizing the absolute hell out of each other. They weren’t entirely sure why you weren’t dead yet. Maybe it was because you were so useful, but frankly that had never stopped Shigaraki from doing something rash before.
“Look, while she has a point, there has to be a way to go about this civilly.” Mr. Compress spoke up before Shigaraki could respond, holding his hands out as if to defuse the argument before it began. “Let us just talk about this before we do anything impulsive? Perhaps look over the plans once more and patch the holes?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Shigaraki seethed, bringing his hands up and raking his nails across his neck, making sure to keep one finger carefully above his own flesh. “Her insolence is annoying.”
Spinner frowned, cradling his head in his hands. “You two are like cats and dogs. Can you guys just figure this out?”
“Seriously. Just get it over with already.” Dabi leaned against the wall, a rare look of exasperation on his face. “Fight, fuck, whatever. I’m tired of hearing about it. This shit is ridiculous.”
Sneering over at him, you raised your hands in vulgar gesture. “Get bent, burn unit.”
He flashed you a cocky grin, winking. “After you, doll face.”
You and Dabi had a dynamic. There was no malice behind your harsh jabs at each other, and at the end of the day, it was fair to say you enjoyed each other’s company. He was smart enough to know not to goad you, not to give you an opening to use your smart mouth.
That was something that Shigaraki yet to comprehend or learn how to counter quite yet. He made an easy target. Even more so because on some level, you knew he understood that you were right, but his pride wouldn’t let him admit that. It infuriated him even more, which just fed your desire to agitate him.
“So, what do you want to do, boss? It’s your call.” Twice chimed in. “To hell with that! I don’t want to die!”
“Everyone out. We’ll discuss this later.” Shigaraki waved his hands, and everyone began to disperse. You shook your head, scoffing as you turned to walk away. Fucking typical. He would storm off, throw his little tantrum, scratch at his neck for three and a half hours and then call everyone back in with a revised plan that not only gave you no credit, but also totally and completely neglected you.
Whatever. So long as you got paid. You weren’t necessarily a glory hound. They had sought you out after all. If they wanted to pay you to sit back on your butt while only doing half of your designated job and occasionally make their leader miserable with your big mouth, so be it. Hell, you’d be fine with just letting him learn this lesson the hard way if it wasn’t for the fact that you took pride in your work and it was your reputation on the line if it all went to hell. Well, and the fact that you had actually started to care about the members of the League a little.
Most of them, anyway.
Regardless, you’d let him have it. You could return to your place, maybe take a shower and catch a nap while he came to his senses. At least it gave you a few hours to destress and not have to look at him. Already planning your next few hours out and about to cross the threshold of the room, you heard the man in question hiss under his breath.
“Not you.”
He hadn’t moved from his perch on the sofa, nor did he turn to acknowledge you, but you just knew he was talking about you. Everyone else must have gotten the hint too, since they continued to file out. Dabi swept past you, leaning in a little as he did. “I’ll sweep up your ashes later, babe. Shame to lose someone so cute.” He ran his hand across your face in a mock gesture, and you swatted him away.
“In your dreams, crematorium.”
“Every night.” He waved, sauntering out the door and into the night, leaving you to your fate. You bit back a reluctant smile, lips quirked in amusement. He may be an asshole, but he had his peculiar charms. Very much unlike the other man who you were now trapped with, who seemed to have zero charisma or any redeeming qualities at all, for that matter.
You would give Shigaraki one thing, though. The bastard had the element of surprise honed to a fine point. He was masterfully unpredictable. You truly didn’t know what to expect. It would be a shame if Dabi was right and Shigaraki had finally had enough of your shit. You didn’t want to make an enemy of the League, but you weren’t about to let him ash you because he couldn’t get his head together for long enough to realize that this was literally the job he was paying you to do. It was also entirely possible he would just sit down and ask you your opinion before insulting you and your intelligence relentlessly. Either way, you guessed you were about to find out.
Stark silence filled the room as you turned to face him. He was still staring down at the blueprints, or at least somewhere in the general vicinity, thin fingers twitching and flexing. You let a few heavy seconds pass before you became impatient, as he showed no signs at all of instigating a further conversation. You didn’t want to be here all night, and you were certain he had a tantrum to be throwing elsewhere.
“What is it?” You kept your tone curt, but professional. Short enough to convey your irritation but not quite enough to seem actively pissed, seeming as this could go either way. You couldn’t exactly afford to lose this job, since it was a damn good source of income, and you had admittedly been living a little lavishly. That didn’t mean you were about to let yourself be jerked around by this guy for kicks. Remember the rule. Show a little belly to keep him placated, but not enough to just roll over and submit.
Languidly, he pushed himself off his makeshift seat, feet landing on the cracked cement with an undignified tap. He strode toward you but didn’t spare you a glance. Granted, it was a little difficult to tell with all that wild hair framing his face. You couldn’t make out much at all except the delicate shadows left behind on his pale skin from the deep cracks and mars you knew resided there. Sometimes you wondered if they hurt. Occasionally you felt bad for him. It was obvious the boy had his demons. You didn’t become the leader of a villain organization if you didn’t.
At least until he pushed past you, shoulder bumping against yours as he walked over to some place behind you. It was a completely unnecessary show of hostility, and it knocked you back into reality, reminding you of why you hated him in the first place. Shoving down your spiking agitation, you turned to follow him, resisting the urge to smack the back of his head as he passed, instead watching as he leaned slightly against the counter and began pouring himself a drink from the makeshift bar. He didn’t offer you one.
Once again, just so typical.
He picked up the glass in a lazy four fingered grip, swirling it for a moment before downing it, keeping his face obscured from your view. Even after his Adams apple had settled in his throat, he didn’t speak, opting to study you through veiled side-eyes instead. You sighed dramatically, resting your elbow on the counter while you sat your cheek in your palm. He was dead set on making this as obnoxious as possible.
Fair, you thought, since you had made a habit of doing it to him. Still, neither one of you liked to be around each other longer than absolutely necessary, so the least he could do is get this over with for both your sakes.
“So, is there something you needed or-“
“Why is it that you insist on acting like an ungrateful child?” The sharpness is his voice cut you off before you could finish. It took you by surprise for a moment, and you bit back the urge to scoff again. Truly rich, that. But he was still technically your boss for the time being, so outright impudence probably wasn’t the best route to go.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t play stupid.” He abandoned the glass on the counter, wiping it away carelessly with the back of his hand. “Constantly questioning me, challenging my authority. Acting out.”
“If you recall, that’s what you hired me to do. You found me because you needed a tactician, someone who could map out all the places you’re looking to dismantle. Or are you telling me not to do the job you hired me to do?”
There was a brief moment of silence before he sluggishly pushed himself away from the counter, turning to face you, features still shrouded. “I think it’s more than that.”
“Enlighten me.”
“I think…” He lowered his voice and cocked his head, letting his mangy hair fall to the side. For the first time all day, you could really see his face. Bloodshot crimson eyes were dilated and focusing in on you, something predatory and contentious about them. It sent shivers down your spine, reminding you of the all too real threat that his presence implied. Shigaraki often looked on you with seeming disinterest, passively ignoring you in favor of paying you any real mind. It was unsettling to have his full attention, even more so as you digested the implication of his words. “You need to reined in.”
Something didn’t feel right. Even worse was the unnatural smile that was spreading across his features, lips cracked and jagged rising like a curtain to reveal sharp canines. Your stomach lurched as he stepped closer, slowly moving toward you. Instinctively, you recoiled, weight shifting to your back foot so you could turn and run if you needed to. There was a sharp edge to his tone, something beyond annoyance that sent dread ebbing through you.
“I’ve put up with you until now, but you’re a little brat with no manners.”
Your heart rate spiked violently, alarm bells screaming in your head. You had never really feared Shigaraki before, since after all, he was on your team. You knew of his destructive capabilities, yes, but you never thought you’d be on the receiving end. He had a tendency to hold his allies close, even ones that pissed him off. Yet, something in his grin, an unusual movement in his gait forewarned you that something very bad was quite possibly about to happen to you. Maybe you had gotten too comfortable after all.
You swallowed hard as he continued toward you, backing away in unison with his advancements. It wasn’t until you felt the cool press of the brick wall on your back that you truly started to panic.
He was cornering you.
Forcing down your anxiety, you did your best to keep your face impassive as he leaned into you, blocking off your escape route with a cage of spindly limbs. Adrenaline bombarded your body, reminding you that you should have run when you had the chance.
Don’t show fear, you told yourself. Shigaraki thrives on fear. You did your best to stare him down with equal intensity.
“I think I know what your problem is.” He drawled, tugging at a stray strand of hair that had fallen next to your face. This behavior was so unnatural, so uncanny, especially for him. Shigaraki didn’t do invasion of personal space. He was vehemently protective of his own, often placing himself far apart even from those he deemed trustworthy. Yet here he was, so close that you could smell the stale aroma that permeated his clothes, mixed with the lingering smell of the alcohol on his breath. If he moved his hand even slightly from its position, he could hurt you very, very badly.
Subconsciously, you stunted your breathing. You didn’t want to move an inch, didn’t want to provoke him anymore than you already had. Fear wasn’t usually a word in your repertoire, but it was that arrogance that had landed you in this position in the first place. Still, pride cometh before the fall and even in the precarious situation you found yourself in, you refused to back down from his effective albeit peculiar intimidation tactics.
“And what’s that?”
Keeping your voice from wavering was a tougher job than you thought. Scarlet eyes threatened to scorch your skin, betraying nothing of his intent other than the slight glimmer of maliciousness behind his pale lashes. You forced yourself to look away, feeling petrified by his gaze. An uncharacteristic grin pulled at the corners of his lips and he brought his face so close to yours that you became intimately acquainted with his pores. The back of your head was grinding into the stone now, your neck pulling of its own accord to move away from the source of discomfort to no avail.
A low, threatening giggle echoed in your ears and you felt your heart drop through your ass. That sound was the last thing too many to count had heard before a horrible, slow death.
Terrified despite your previous pep talk, you met his eyes once more just in time to watch his lids narrow, his hand abandoning the small strand of bang lining your cheek in favor of weaving through your hair to your scalp, grabbing and yanking your head backward. A cry of distress sounded from your throat as you instinctively began struggling, ignoring the prickling pain that was sweeping across the tender flesh as he ripped at your roots. One of your free arms went to beat his on chest while the other tried to pry his hand off of you, but he seemed completely unfazed by both. Close quarter combat wasn’t your strong suit and he knew it. He took advantage of this, leaning further in and placing his remaining hand around your throat, middle finger twitching.
“You need to be brought to heel like the bitch you are.”
You could feel the moisture from his breath just beneath your ear. His fingers encompassed the round of your neck, digging and tightening against your straining muscle that thrummed against his palm. You felt the press of his body now, wiry frame deceptively strong as he maneuvered you to his liking, effectively ridding you of the delusion that you had any real power in this situation.
“And if you won’t get rid of that disrespectful attitude when I ask nicely, I will force it out of you.”
There was one stark second of silence as he let you contemplate his words. You didn’t understand them, not yet. But you would.
There was a low and guttural growl emitting from him as he jerked you away from the wall by your hair, withdrawing his hand from you as he effortlessly tossed you forward against the counter. His discarded glass was thrown from the surface and shattered against the floor as your hands flew up in an attempt to brace the impact against your stomach. It only deflected a slight amount of the blow and the wind was knocked from you as crashed against the cheap knockoff granite, leaving you coughing and sputtering. Despite the terror pulsing through you, you tried to bolt, throwing all of your energy into escaping the deranged man assaulting you.
It was futile however, as he caught you easily and manhandled you back against the edge, forcing his chest against your back as reached around you and laced the elongated fingers of his hand back around your neck while the other held at your ribs. You tried thrashing around, elbowing at his sides and kicking your legs backward in an effort to throw him off balance. He simply tightened his grip until your face turned various shades of violent red, blocking your airway until you ceased struggling.
“Careful, now. One little slip and my finger touches your throat. You would disintegrate from the outside in with your airway being the first to go. You would die gasping for air, slowly losing consciousness as the pain overwhelmed you. It’s a bad way to go. Trust me, I’ve seen it.” He hissed, grip tightening on your waist. “And even then, it wouldn’t stop what’s about to happen.”
Realization hit you like a freight train as you felt the hand cradling your curve slowly maneuver downward, two of his knuckles curling around the rim of your pants and tugging. Panic washed anew like a tidal wave. When he said force, he meant it.
“Sh-Shigaraki! Stop! What the hell are you doing!” Tears of pure shock threatened to leak out, held back by the only remaining pride you had left. “Get off of me! This isn’t you! You don’t have to do this!”
His laugh was low and malevolent against your curved spine, echoing into your head alongside the erratic beating of your own heart. “You don’t know me at all, brat. I don’t have to do anything.” He lulled into your ear, rubbing his pelvis against your bent backside. You could feel him already hard and eager inside of his pants as you sniveled, frame shaking against his. “I’m the future king, and I’ll get what I want. I deserve it. And what you don’t give willingly, I will take.”
You had known he was a villain. You knew who and what he was, knew the risks. He killed indiscriminately, laid waste as he pleased. You had worked with the worst of the worst, always submerged yourself in the underground, and you were nothing new to the seedy, rotten core that was the underbelly of society, yet nothing could have prepared you for the real Shigaraki. You had thought yourself immune to the darker parts of him.You had known him as an entitled, whiny child trapped in a man’s body.
But that was only part of it. The part he wore as a mask.
This was the real Tomura Shigaraki, and you had underestimated him. Overestimated your own capabilities and pushed the limits too far. And now you were going to pay for it.
You felt one side of your pants fall down below the thick of your ass and you tensed as he palmed the fat, digging his fingers into the newly freed flesh before reaching for the opposing side of your clothing. You wiggled around, worming in his grasp to try and discourage him, but all it managed to do was anger him.
“Stop making this difficult. I was nice enough to let you keep your clothes in one piece but if you keep being annoying, I’ll just get rid of them.”
A high-pitched whine left you as the remainder of your lower half was left naked by his hands, pants bundled around your ankles. You could feel him arch back slightly, taking in the sight of your bare form. A ragged breath left his chest and he began rutting against you, his forearm pushing down on the high of your back to strongarm you further down on the counter and jut your behind out toward him. You turned your head as he forced you down, cheek smashed onto the unforgiving surface as the zipper of his jeans dug into the cleft of your ass. You tried to focus on the cool of the counter against your face, the abnormally warm temperature of the bar, anything other than the fact that arguably the most dangerous man in the underworld was determined to find his way inside you whether you wanted it or not.
You heard him swear under his breath, relieving the threat of his quirk from your neck temporarily as he fumbled with his jeans, undoing the buttons and pulling them down just enough to release his manhood. It was one thing to brace yourself for a blow during a battle, but it was entirely another to try and block out the feel of his newly freed cock against your lower back as he maneuvered his hips a few more times.
It wasn’t until you felt his arm wrap around you and the feeling of bony fingers prodding between your legs that you let the tears fall. His thumb ruthlessly searched for your apex, only ceasing slightly once he found it. He rubbed a few times experimentally before settling on a rhythm, kicking your legs further apart with his foot so you had no choice but to allow him to explore as he pleased. You tried to keep your knees closed, knock them together somehow, but you felt the steel grasp of his fingers on the back of your neck, squeezing until it pained you as his feet found a post between your legs, holding them open.
“Stop resisting!” He spat, pushing harder onto your middle, only making his ministrations more aggressive. You whimpered against him, biting your lip to fight off the building feeling of warmth between your legs as he worked, your body reacting against your will to his touch.
“Shigaraki- please!” You gave one last ditch effort to fend him off, nails clutching the counter so hard it was leaving behind the marks of your struggle. You wanted him to stop, wanted this to end.
“That’s right, beg me.” He whispered, animosity palpable in his voice. “Learn who your master is. You’re only breathing because I allow it. Make your existence worth my while.”
Your traitorous body clenched, fingernails leaving little crescent indents into your palm as he slipped a single digit inside you. He worked slowly in and out, pads of his fingers dragging against your walls, all the while never stopping his frenzied violation of your clit. After he felt you loosen slightly, a second finger worked its way inside, your teeth grounding into the soft flesh of your lower lip as you felt your body arching into his against your will. He responded accordingly, resting his head upon your shoulder. You could feel his leer as his fingers fucked you, watching as your face inevitably betrayed your reluctance as you bit back a moan.
You felt yourself become wet, and that meant he felt it too. Red hot shame burned on your cheeks as he eventually withdrew his long fingers, holding them up and rubbing the mixture in front of your face before wiping the remainder on your legs.
“You like it when I finger fuck you, don’t you? You’re practically dripping and it took hardly any time at all!” He howls as you weep beneath him, tears smearing across the counter. “I think you’ll like this next part even more! Don’t say I never did anything for you!”
You could feel him resituate himself, opening you up wider and rubbing his cock against your back for a few seconds before you felt his thick head prod between your thighs. He pushed his pelvis forward so that his length slid along your opening, coating himself in your juices and teasing your nub with each gyration. He kept you pliant, one hand threaded through your hair once again. He rested it there for a moment before harshly ripping your head back and then throwing you back down again, keeping his fingers firmly webbed through the strands. The other hand grasped your hips and pulled you backwards toward him. You could feel his cock slow to a stop near your entrance and the world around you practically ceased turning.
This was happening. You held your breath, trying in vain to ready yourself for what you knew he was about to do. Any hope that he would change his mind was gone now.
Yet, when his hips snapped forward and he buried himself deep within you, all you could do was open your mouth in a wordless cry, tears falling from your ruddy cheeks and down your neck. You could feel his ragged shudder from behind you, cursing silently under his breath as he pulled out only slightly before shoving back in again. The head of his cock was pushing against your cervix, stretching your walls that were molding to accommodate him, and despite the fact he’d at least attempted to prepare you beforehand, the pressure was so intense that you nearly choked.
Eventually the sobs ripped themselves from your throat once the initial shock wore off. You kept your eyes clenched shut, trying to block out the everything around you, desperately trying to disassociate and recede so far back into your mind that you weren’t sure you could ever return. He continued moving shallowly, even as your body yielded to him and allowed him access. You wondered briefly if he was beginning to feel remorse, or maybe if your wails had turned him off to the point he couldn’t continue. You prayed he’d just stop, pull from you and leave you with this ‘warning’ and let you return home to lick your wounds.
Disappointment is a bitter pill to swallow, and before long, his thrusts became harsh and punishing, slamming in and out of you with his full length in steady rhythm. He continuously rocked you against the counter, the edge digging into your ribs and restricting your breathing. Even as you tried to steady yourself against it with your hands, you knew there would be bruising tomorrow. One of several, no doubt.
He continued his assault on you for a few minutes, letting you wallow in your despair. You could feel his hand flexing on your scalp, and it was no surprise when he yanked your head back once again, curling his body around yours and pressing his lips to you ear.
“You know you asked for this, right?” He huffed, breathing heavy against your skin. “Always so defiant. Such a f-“ Pausing, he swore under his breath after a particularly powerful thrust. “Such a fucking tease! Why else would you try me? You wanted me to fuck you! Wanted to be fucked into submission like the slut you are!”
“I don’t want this!” You plead, trying to shake your head, praying he’ll relinquish his grip and free you. “Please! Just let me go!”
Another dark chuckle from the deep of his stomach. “I don’t think so.”
The hand on your hip trails upward, stopping to grope your chest for a moment before yanking your top down. With your clothing out of the way, he began molesting your tits, squeezing and kneading. You inhale sharply, feeling his hands on you. Hands that, in his excited state, could easily grip you entirely and reduce you to ash.
Still, he retained some semblance of control, never quite letting a fifth finger touch you. Instead, he tweaks you with two fingers, pinching and rolling the delicate tissue between his knuckles before pulling hard enough to make you yelp. Eventually, due to either exposure to the cold air or his ministrations, your nipples harden under his hand.
“Looks like you want this more than you admit.” A cruel giggle under his panting and heaving. “You little whore! I knew you wanted this!”
You try to cry out again, but it’s caught somewhere between a moan and a whimper as his cock strokes somewhere deep within you that coaxes pleasure despite your wishes. Every concession your body offers up makes him makes him laugh even louder, each more disjointed and unhinged than the last. He’s reveling in your misery, making a game of it as you subconsciously rock back against him, thighs pulling apart to allow him to violate you deeper and deeper.
“That’s right! Good little slut! Spread your legs and take whatever your master gives you!” He spits between breaths, his words making you feel absolutely disgusting. Even worse is the carnal, animalistic grunts that he purposefully groans directly onto your neck. You want to fight him, want to tell him that he’s wrong, but whenever you try to speak, something far more wanton leaves your throat instead. The slap of his hips on your ass is absolutely mortifying but instead of embarrassed, it’s only furthering the orgasm that’s flaring up deep in your gut.
“You like being punished, don’t you! You like when your master has to fuck some respect into you! You disgusting little whore!”
You try to shake your head, give any indication or impression that it’s not true, but your mind is going hazy with the pleasure, a pink mist overtaking your better senses as he batters into you and rips away access to common sense. The only thing you manage to produce is a pathetic gurgle.
“You do! Say it! Say ‘Thank you, Tomura! Thank you for teaching me some manners!’ Say it, you little bitch!”
You don’t say the words. You couldn’t formulate them even if you wanted to. The only thing that your head comprehends is that this is so unbelievably wrong. It’s so fucking wrong and you don’t want him to stop.
“Still so disobedient. That’s okay! We’re going to have plenty of time for me to beat that out of you! I like a challenge! You’re nothing but a whore now! My pretty little whore, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll learn to take my commands real well!”
You don’t understand why but his words make you clench even harder, drawing an absolutely filthy sound from Shigaraki who fucks up into you with even more fervor. He reaches an arm back before throwing it forward again, smacking your ass with a little too much force. He keeps his thumb pulled away, but it’s still much too close to comfort. He does it again and you lurch with the force of the blow, crying out incoherently.
He catches the hint regardless, sniggering under his breath. “Are you scared? You probably should be. It’s not easy maintaining control when your tight little cunt is milking me like this. Lucky for you, I have a lot of practice. I wouldn’t hurt you! Not when I just got you! Not much, anyway!”
His thrusts are becoming more and more erratic, and his breathing is dangerously uneven. You can tell he’s getting close, and frankly, so are you. His hand leaves your hair and finds a perch on your throat once more. He tightens his fingers, restricting your air flow and asserting his dominance over you. Panic floods through you, combatting the overwhelming tides of pleasure that are steadily building to a climax. It sobers you, but only ever so slightly. Enough to remind you of the situation, and your total and utter helplessness.
“You’re mine now. My personal little cumdump. Say it! Say you belong to me! Say you’re mine or I’ll end you right here!”
You don’t want to. What little is left of your rational brain is blaring in warning. There is absolutely no way, no reason you should say anything. He’s forcing himself on you, you didn’t have a choice. You don’t want to belong to him. You don’t want to belong to anyone, and something tells you he’s not kidding. He’s snapped, completely off the map and if he lets you live, you might as well accept this fate. Saying it might as well be a verbal contract, as once he sinks his claws in, you won’t ever escape. It would be more painless to let him bring that final finger down on the column of your throat and reduce you to nothing but cinder. Things would never go back to the way they were, you knew that much. No more passively ignoring you. No more backtalking or purposely antagonizing him. The opposite. The line in the sand was drawn and he had made his future intentions crystal clear. You would never be leaving his sight. His plaything. His property.
His.
“I-I’m yours!”
He throws his head back in a hideous cackle, smacking down on your ass again, leaving the flesh red and swollen. “Finally, something useful out of that stupid little mouth of yours! Such a good girl, finally learning her place! Now say my name! Say my name so everyone knows who owns you!”
And you do. In fact, you scream it. His name from your lips echoes off the ceiling, and reverberates off the walls. You know somewhere deep inside of you that he’s won, and now you’re trapped. You relinquished what fight you had left in you and admitted defeat, signing yourself over to him. You were his now. His property to do with as he pleased. He knows it too, and this throws him through into completion and therefore into your own.
“Yeah- fuck! Take it all! Take all my cum! It’s my gift to you, little girl! The first of many, I promise!” His nails are digging painfully into your neck as his entire body seizes with his orgasm. It’s a dull, lifeless ache compared to the paralyzing, mind numbing pleasure that threatens to drown you now. Your mind is completely blank, blinding white flashing behind your closed eyelids as your toes and fingers curl into themselves. Your cunt is squeezing his twitching cock and you can feel his every centimeter filling you, gripping him like it never wants to let go. You can hear a shameless wail somewhere far away, and while it certainly sounds like you, you can’t stitch your broken mind back together well enough to comprehend it. You can also hear him growling more obscenities in your ear but it might as well be incoherent babble at this point. You don’t know your name, where you’re from. All you know is the man behind you and the cock stuffed hilt deep in your pussy.
He slows his pumps as he empties his load inside you, white jets of cum flooding your insides and steadily dribbling down your thighs and onto the defiled inside of your pants. You can tell he’s trying to regain his composure, slowing his breaths and relaxing his grip on you slightly, but you can feel his chest against your back and the erratic pounding of his heart through his chest. Regardless, he doesn’t let you go even as he lets you breathe.
You come down from your high as well, legs shaking and cunt throbbing. You’re barely able to stand, only keeping purchase on two legs because Shigaraki is still holding you up. Shame and horror and several other emotions you’re not even entirely sure have names hit you all at once, an overwhelming tide that would knock you to your ass if your weakened knees and sapped strength didn’t. The urge to cry overtakes you again and you let your head hang in defeat.
You don’t have to look to know he’s smiling.
“Oh, don’t cry now! You look so pathetic! I’ll take good care of you, I promise!” He strokes your throat with his fingers, voice mocking and cruel. “Doesn’t it feel good to finally accept the truth? This is where you belong!”
He pulls back suddenly, pushing himself away from the counter. Caught off guard and too weak to catch yourself, you fall to the floor, knees knocking against the cement. You look up at him through teary eyes, swallowing down the sob that threatens to leak from your throat.
“At my feet, dripping with my cum! It’s all you’re good for! I’m practically doing you a favor.”
You can’t stop the waterworks now. Despite the seed currently dripping from your core and puddling down beneath you, you feel hollow and empty and nothing but despair. You could try to fight, you could try to run, but you know he won’t let this go. You pushed him too far, and you knew he wouldn’t let you go. What he said was the truth. You belonged to him now.
After tucking himself away, he looks down at you like seeing the last of your will leave your body is the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. He leans down, giving you a harsh kiss on the mouth. You let him, despite the roughness of his cracked lips and the derisive nature of the gesture. He’s just sealing the deal, and you let him. After several seconds, he pulls away, turning from you and looking like he’s going to leave you a heaving, grimy mess on the floor.
He pauses momentarily however, looking back at you over his shoulder. “You should be grateful, you know. Come to my room when you’re done sulking. I’ve got some things I want to try, and I’m going to need my little player 2. Don’t make me come and find you. You won’t like what I’ll do if I have to.”