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Tomura

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Skincare together

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“I’d suck someones dick if they beat this for me”

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Sneaking through your window

Twizzler pose

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Gojo

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It’d be impressive too, the way he just shamelessly immediately volunteers himself. Its even more impressive how he locks in as if his life is on the line.

Like, no blinking, no talking, no moving- he’s like a statue as he plays. He barely makes any mistakes either, whether playing the level or boss fight for the first time or not, he’s 100% focused on winning it for u.

Then, when he’s done and beaten it seemingly effortlessly, he’d hand the game back and go back to whatever he was doing. When he catches you staring at him, he’d just scowl a little and be all like “what???”

And when ask him why he did that, or if he’s actually expecting head now or something, he’d just roll his eyes like you’re an idiot and be all like “you needed help, didn’t you?” Or like “I’m not that shallow.”

You suppress a grin, pushing yourself up onto your knees and crawling up behind him. With all the fake innocence in the world, you lay your hands over his tense shoulders and start rubbing at them. Tomura stiffens immediately, his fingers fumbling on the controller for a second before he reaches up and abruptly flips the mic on his headset up.

“What the hell are you doing?” He snaps, turning to glare at you again.

You just shrug and smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. Tomura grimaces lightly and wipes the kiss away even as he blushes lightly.

“Weirdo…” He grumbles, but he turns back towards the screen and flips his mic back down.

“Yeah, I’m here…” He mutters into his mic. There’s a pause, a muffled voice coming through his headset that makes him stiffen a little and growl in response, “Shut up and lock the fuck in, I’m not the one fucking us up.”

You continue on rubbing his shoulders, feeling him relax more and more as you knead out the knots in his muscles. Trailing a hand up the back of his neck, you run your hands through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and feeling him tip his head backward into your touch.

He stops yelling as much at his teammates, instead giving short commands and bouncing his knee. You lean down and kiss lightly at his neck, hearing his breath hitch softly before he tips his head to the side to give you room.

“Push left…Behind you, Spinner…” There’s almost a breathless quality to his voice now as you continue trailing kisses along his neck and shoulder, your hands still rubbing at his shoulders and scalp.

After another few moments, you press in subtly closer behind him, starting to trail your hands down his biceps. Tomura doesn’t think much of it, used to your presence and focused fully on his game now. Perfect…

Ever so slowly, you trail your fingers down past his biceps, over his elbows, and to the sides of his waist. He shivers softly but doesn’t move, tipping his head the other direction as you kiss to the other side of his neck. Your eyes flick up to the screen, seeing he’s in the middle of some high-intensity moment that requires all his attention. So, because this is obviously the perfect moment, you slip your hands up under the front of his shirt and gently feel him up.

“F-fuck!” Tomura raises his voice again, stuttering because of your sudden touch but more so getting annoyed because you messed him up.

“Dammit, I told you to-!” He growls, playing rapidly on his controller as he tries to fix his mistake. His teammates berate him through his headset, and he only gets more pissed off. “Shut up! I have an idiot here distracting me.”

Immediately, his headset explodes with the voices of his teammates- all joking and assuming that means he’s getting head right now. Tomura glowers at the screen, redness creeping up his neck as he stays quiet for once and mashes buttons on his controller. But he still doesn’t push you fully away.

Grinning softly, you give the softest little nip to the skin between his neck and shoulder while your hands flatten over his stomach. Running them slowly up and down his skin, you press in closer until your whole front is against his back, your knees on either side of his hips. Tomura jerks a little at the bite but keeps his hands steady this time, grumbling into his mic again for them all to “seriously shut the fuck up” as he leans back against you.

The real change comes when you start biting and sucking small hickeys into his skin, staying quiet enough to go undetected by his teammates but hard enough to make him shift and grit his teeth. Your hands slide all the way down now, toying with the waistband of his pants before starting to slowly undo his belt.

This time, Tomura fully grabs your hand with one of his while the other flicks up his mic again to mute himself. He turns his head to glare at you, but his cheeks are red and his breathing is a little heavier than before. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m in the middle of-.”

Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, you wiggle your hands out of his grip to run them up and down his thighs instead, resting your chin on his shoulder and murmuring teasingly, “You’ve been ignoring me, Tomura…Letting me have some fun is the least you could do…”

He swallows lightly, his eyes widening a little at the implication. I mean, it’s not like you haven’t done stuff together while he’s playing, but it’s not usually when he’s mic’d up. While he struggles to find words, you run your hands back up and start undoing his belt again. This time, he doesn’t stop you.

“Just keep playing like normal…” You coo softly, and you feel his thighs widen just a little as you tug his belt loose. “…And stay quiet…”

Now normally, Tomura is in charge and he makes that fact very clear. But sometimes, he’s willing to set that aside and let you have a turn. It’s not super often, and you usually have to catch him on a good day, but right now…he turns back to the screen, unmutes his mic, and keeps playing.

“Good boy.” You praise just loud enough for only him to hear.

Tomura doesn’t say anything, but the redness creeps up his cheeks and all the way up under his headphones. Kissing his neck fondly, you continue undoing his pants slowly, feeling him already hard and ready every time your fingers brush over his bulge.

By the time you pull his cock out, he’s panting lightly and already beading precum. You coo softly as you wrap your hand around him, swiping your thumb gently over his tip to smear it around. His hips jerk up a little, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip to keep quiet. Glancing at his hands, you see he’s stopped playing altogether, his eyes darting down to watch your hands.

Wrapping one arm around his waist and starting to slowly pump him with your other hand, you whisper to him softly while his teammates yell in his ears. “Keep playing, Tomu’. Don’t leave them hanging…”

He lets out a shaky little breath, tearing his eyes back up towards the screen and forcing his hands to stay on the controller. “…Yeah, sorry…” He mutters into the mic, but you know it’s meant for you as well as his teammates.

Once he twitches in your hand and starts actually playing again, you finally give up on teasing. Instead, you start pumping him for real, using his precum to lube you the quick slide of your hand. Your lips attach to his neck again, biting and kissing a bit harder than before while your free hand hugs him back against your chest.

Tomura pants and gasps, gritting his teeth as he holds back little moans and whimpers. He’s leaking all over your hand, his hips jerking up and his thighs tensing as the pleasure courses through his body. His hands are barely playing anymore, his character on screen moving in jerky steps and missing attacks. Through his headset, there’s a cacophony of voice, some telling him to “lock in like he said”, others asking if he’s “doing alright”, and a few more asking if he’s “SERIOUSLY getting head now.” One voice you do recognize as Touya states that he’s gonna “throw up if he hears him cum on mic.”

“No, I’m-…I’m fine.” He grits out, choking back a whine as your thumb runs over his tip again.

But the evidence is in the way his breathing quickens, his playing getting progressively worse as the pleasure takes over his mind. His hands are nearly clawing at the controller now, his head dropping to the side to lean against yours as his eyes squeeze shut. He throbs heavily in your hand, and you squeeze him a bit tighter on the way up and down his cock.

“Sh-shit-.” He whimpers out before he can stop himself, his back arching just a tiny bit off your chest.

The call goes silent for a second before it erupts in yells- some disgusted, some actually cheering him on (boys are weird like that, you suppose). Tomura reaches up and quickly mutes himself again, his face beet red as he drops the controller and grabs your arms.

“B-baby, please-.” He gasps, whining shakily as he gets closer and closer. “I can’t-.”

“Unmute.” You command softly, slowing down but twisting your wrist on the way up and down, making him groan and buck up.

“I can’t- I’m g-gonna- ngh!”

You stop altogether now, squeezing him tight and pressing your thumb down hard on his tip. Tomura whimpers loudly and scrambles to grab your hand, his hips jerking up erratically in tiny bursts as you stop him from cumming.

“You’ve been ignoring me to play with them.” You remind him again, steeling your voice a bit. “So play.”

Honestly, Tomura could cum just from you bossing him around like that. But you have him in this state of mind now- this submissive, obedient place where all he wants to do is please. So, with a shaky hand, he unmutes. And you start pumping him faster than before.

His eyes squeeze shut, his hand slapping over his mouth as he whines and pants. There’s no hiding it now, and you hear a couple of the guys disconnecting from the call entirely. Some of the others laugh, and a few go completely silent while their characters also stop moving. It’s humiliating. It’s invigorating.

“O-oh, fuck- mm-!” Tomura whimpers, muffled behind his hand. “Fuck- fuck- please- ah-!”

His hips jerk up wildly into your fist and his hands cling to your arm as he finally cums, groaning and whining brokenly behind his hand but loud enough for everyone to hear. You jerk him through it, kissing at his shoulder and pumping him slowly as his cum spills all over your hand.

“There you go…” You purr, now loud enough for his teammates to hear you as well. “What a good boy, Tomura…”

He trembles and pants as he collapses back against your chest, embarrassed and spent and undeniably satisfied. He’s silent now as you gently pull your hand away from his cock, his eyes still shut firmly and his face still an unbelievable shade of red. Through his headset, his teammates mutter and murmur to themselves, even more of them leaving the call now.

You’re almost a bit worried for a second. Yeah, you didn’t force him to do anything, but he’s still being…concerningly quiet. Then, just as you’re about to ask, he mutes himself and rips off the headphones entirely. Tossing his controller to the side, he flips around and quickly pins you down. Tomura’s staring at you like some kind of wild animal now- embarrassed and hungry and desperate as he rakes his eyes over your form.

Red eyes bore into you through the fingers of his mask, filled with contempt and the ever present desire to destroy that which he hates. His hands twitch at his sides, just itching to sink his fingers into your skin and feel it disintegrates under his touch. Shigaraki lets out a harsh breath at the thought, practically trembling with rage now.

“Get down here.” He demands darkly, obviously seething at the fact he can’t scale and follow you up the building with the same skill and speed as you.

You grin, of course, amused by your little dynamic. It’s fun to you, the way these fights challenge you, the mystery behind him, purposefully changing your patrol routes just on the off chance you’ll run into him. You’re extremely aware of just how dangerous he is- one little touch and you’d be dust in a second…so it’s a good thing you never need to get in that close.

As per usual, you decide not to dwell on the real reason you seek him out. The thrill of your fights, yes, but more so…the conversation along the way. The way you get to observe him, and he observes you in return. You’ve learned many things about the infamous Tomura Shigaraki this way, and it only intrigues you more. He’s smart. Immature at times, but analytical and strategic. Arrogant. Extremely strong willed. Ambitious. Hateful, above all else.

A tiny, almost imperceptible part of you almost finds some of those traits…attractive. Or, they would be if you could find them in another man. And besides, it’s not like you really know Shigaraki personally…And the obvious reason, of course, is that engaging with a villain in any way besides trying to detain them is strictly against every legal and moral code you know. Even if that villain is devastatingly interesting.

But still, you oblige him and swoop down from your perch to the continue the fight. He moves with a sort of violent grace, agile and confident and so completely desperate just to touch. You, on the other hand, keep a steady and careful distance, both an advantage and a disadvantage since getting in closer could mean either his capture or your death.

And yet, like the grace of god or a curse from the devil, somewhere in the middle of the fight…Shigaraki’s mask is knocked off.

It surprises you both, but he recovers much faster.

You don’t.

You freeze- stumble, even if just for a second…and you’re caught.

Breathing hard with exertion and the thrill of finally catching you, Shigaraki slams you hard into a wall and pins you there, his hand outstretched with the intention to kill but hovering inches away from your body.

“Poor little hero…” He rasps, a sort of deranged smile spreading on his bare face. “Finally got you.”

You should really be worried about the hand inching towards you, or the rough brick biting into your back, or the murderous expression on his face…Actually, no, you ARE focused in his face- just not the part you should be worried about, because all this time…

Shigaraki has been HOT??

Like, seriously, this entire time, you’ve been fighting this? I mean, he could probably use some skincare and a good three weeks of sleep, but he’s not even close to being ugly. Nice sharp features, deep eyes, that cute beauty mark by his mouth…and he’s definitely around your age- still kinda cute with young age but definitely a man.

And he’s staring at you like you’re insane now.

Because you’re not writhing or crying or begging or screaming or fighting or anything else someone would do when faced with certain death.

You’re just staring at him, with those big eyes and your lips parted a little- not scared, but…a complete idiot.

“The hell?” Shigaraki asks, eyeing you suspiciously, as if he’s expecting this to be some rare tactic to get his guard down. He snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Are you, like…scared stupid, or something?”

You finally snap out of your shocked daze, your eyes widening as you fully comprehend the situation you’re in. Despite his confusion, Shigaraki acts fast, spinning you around and pinning your front to the wall now. He pins your hands behind your back roughly, hesitating to kill you just because you’re being so…weird.

“W-wait- waitwaitwait-!” You panic now, straining against his surprisingly strong grip.

But, damn, his face is etched in your mind. And now he’s actually touching you, pinning your wrists, kicking your feet a bit wider apart so you can’t squirm as easily, pressing up close behind you. God, this is…humiliating.

Shigaraki cocks his head a little at your sudden pleading, leaning in closer a little to see your face more clearly where the side of it is smushed against the wall. You look scared now, yeah, but you’re also…red? He narrows his eyes, analyzing every little bit of your face, and then with a devastating slowness…he grins.

“…Disgusting.” He spits, squeezing your wrists painfully hard and watching you wince. “You’re blushing? What, does this turn you on?”

Your jaw drops a little, still horrified but now also mortified. “What?- N-no- no!”

“Really?” He snickers, squeezing your wrists hard enough to make you cry out softly. “And now you’re lying about it.”

Scowling in frustration and embarrassment, you jerk back and actually succeed in getting a fee inches off the wall…before he puts a hand on the back of your head and slams you back down. Your ears ring with the impact, your vision blurring as your nose starts bleeding. You’ve been trained to get hit much harder and still get back up, but you have no doubt he’d still use his quirk if you fought too much.

Shigaraki grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, chuckling at the dazed look on your face. “Still enjoying this, freak?”

Your hands ball into fists under his harsh grip, glaring at him with blood dripping over your lips as you grit out, “I’m…not-.”

Cutting you off carelessly, Shigaraki uses his grip on your hair to turn you around, then lets go of your wrists to shove you down hard. You hit the ground with a gasp, your knees scraping and your scalp starting to ache from his grip. Before you can complain, he stomps a foot down between your thighs, a pained whine leaving your lips as the bottom of his shoe presses down on your crotch. You reach up with one hand to grab his wrist with one hand, and reach down to push at his leg with the other.

“Should’ve started fighting before I got you pinned down.” He mocks, grinding his foot painfully and watching your hips jerk. “Or were you too busy staring?”

He’s right, of course. This has never happened before- getting distracted by a pretty face- getting turned on by a fight. You glower up at him, and yet for once…no words come to mind. Shigaraki chuckles at your silence, looking down at you for a minute as if weighing his options before seemingly making up his mind.

“…You’re a lot of fun, hero…” He sneers, slowly forcing your head closer to his own crotch, your eyes widening as you try to pull away. “And since you’re so into this…How about I do you a favor?”

You grimace and hold back a whimper, growling up at him. “Don’t you dare-.”

You try to pull back only for him to give your hair a harsh yank and grind his semi-hard dick right up against your face.

“Just this once.” He interrupts, as if you weren’t saying anything at all- as if he’s granting you some grand mercy.

You try hard to pull away as he grinds against your face, but really, you can’t even deny the way heat is flooding between your thighs. It’s mortifying, the way your thighs spread a little more, your hands shifting from pulling to clinging, your glare softening to more of a plea as you stare up at him. Without even realizing it, you’re starting to stay still for him, your lips parting slightly on a soft gasp as he drags the rough material of his pants over your cheek.

“Yeah…” He drawls, a crazed smile on his face. “That’s what I thought.”

Shigaraki doesn’t let go of your hair, instead bringing his free hand down to smear your blood over your lips. You blush deeper, but some survival instinct makes you lash out, your teeth sinking into his thumb. He scoffs in amusement, pulling his hand away and pushing his foot even harder into your crotch.

“Wanna pretend you’re not a slut, huh?” He mocks, giving your head a rough little jostle by your hair.

You whine in pain, but you’re breathless from the pressure between your hips. Both your hands have moved to his leg by now, your fingers curling into the fabric of his pants as if to keep him there. Shigaraki rolls his eyes at your antics, wiping his thumb off on his shirt.

“You’re pathetic.” He states it as if it’s a fact, but he shoves his clothed dick in your face again. “C’mon, take it out, since you want it so bad.”

Your eyes shoot up to his even as you damn near nuzzle against him, your jaw dropping in shock. “I-I don’t-…I’m not doing that.”

He scoffs at your audacity to keep denying it and act all scandalized, as if you’re not millimeters off from humping his shoe. Instead of pressing harder, he takes his foot off entirely. You barely choke back a whine, your hands letting go of his leg. Shigaraki gives your hair another harsh tug, hard enough to make you wince and reach up to grab his wrist.

This time, he doesn’t command. He just stares at you. Cold. Hard. Threatening. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the promise in his eyes- ‘take what you want or die’. So, obviously, you let go of his wrist and start slowly reaching for the waistband of his pants. He watches with a satisfied glint in his eyes, pupils tracing the tremor in your fingers.

You swallow as you hesitantly touch his belt, although you’re not sure if it’s from nerves or excitement. Ever so slowly, you unbuckle his belt and tug it open. Then, even slower, you start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

“Tch.” Shigaraki scoffs, jostling your head a little and grumbling lowly. “Hurry up, whore.”

Your breath catches at the demand, and you obey without thinking about it. Hands moving quicker now, you undo his pants and start tugging them down just enough. You hesitate again before reaching to actually pull his cock out, but you do it before he can get annoyed again.

Immediately, it becomes obvious that not only has Shigaraki been hot this whole time…he’s also been carrying around this big ass dick.

Your eyes are wide, lips parted in surprise, and your hands hovering. The hand in your hair tightens again, but you’re too focused to really feel it. Instead, you’re staring at his cock, watching the way he twitches and pulses, imagining the way it would feel in your throat, inside you-

“Are you getting to work or not?” He snaps finally, tugging your hair and jerking his hips so his tip bumps against your lips. “You keep fuckin’ staring at me, it’s weird…”

Your face flushes as you instinctively try to pull away, but he holds you steady. “I-I- mmph-!”

Shigaraki groans lightly as he forces his cock past your lips, holding you tight and pushing in further and further. “Ngh-…If you bite this…I’ll kill you.”

You whine a little around him, blinking rapidly as he pushes down your throat, trying your best to stay relaxed for him. He slides in deeper and deeper until your nose brushes against his pelvis, his cock throbbing heavily against your tongue.

“That feels good…” He grins meanly, his hips giving a little testing jerk just to make you gag. “Really good.”

Swallowing heavily around his cock, your fingers curl into the fabric of your pants. He looks way too good like this- sneering down at you, giving you a damn good view up the flat plane of his body. Your cheeks are so hot even as your heart hammers against your ribs in fear.

And yet there’s something to him right now- maybe it’s the way he’s just subtly biting his bottom lip while he grins, or maybe it’s the way he’s throbbing a suspicious amount in your throat. It almost feels like…like he’s not used to this. At all.

You would ask if his dick wasn’t down your throat. Something for another time, you suppose…

Shigaraki reaches down with both hands and tangles them in your hair, only having half a mind to be careful and avoid killing you before you’re done choking on his cock. He pulls out slowly, watching the blood from your nose and lips smear along his dick and make him leak precum on your tongue. Then, without a hint of care or concern, he slams back in and revels in the way you choke.

“H-hah- heheh-.” He damn near giggles as he starts thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat hard and fast. “Fuckin’ slutty m-mouth- ngh!”

You gag and choke around him, your eyes tearing up quickly and drool already dripping from the corners of your mouth. He’s absolutely ruthless, his hands nearly ripping at your hair as he holds you in place, his thrusts pushing you head further and further back until you’re pressed against the brick wall again. Now trapped between his dick and the wall, you have no choice but to keep yourself relaxed and take it.

But he obviously isn’t satisfied just with that. Shigaraki steps one foot forward, chuckling darkly as he lightly kicks up between your thighs, feeling your little whimper vibrate around his cock. “Start g-grinding, bitch-.”

Your jaw would drop if it wasn’t already straining around his dick. He pauses with his harsh thrusts when you stop moving, cocking an eyebrow at your apparent shock.

“When are you gonna give up this act?” He growls, grinding into your mouth slowly and pressing his foot up between your thighs again. “It’s pissing me off.”

The friction makes you whine lightly around him. He’s right, and you can’t deny it anymore. You want this- you started this. Continuing to act like you’re above it all just because you’re a hero won’t change the heat in your pants…and it won’t change your chances of making it out alive. So, giving into his demands (and your own desire), you lower your hips and give a tentative grind on the top of his shoe.

Shigaraki grins immediately, chuckling lowly as he starts fucking your throat again. “That’s it, slut. Get yourself off j-just like this- ngh!”

Loud gags and slurps and whimpers echo in the alleyway as you finally leave your dignity behind. Your hands cling to his leg now as you grind and rut against his shoe, moaning and drooling messily around his throbbing cock. Rough hands yank and tug your hair, keeping you in place despite his mean thrusts, ensuring your throat will be as fucked up after this as possible.

“Hah!- Y-you really- ngh!- like this, d-don’t you, hero?” He mocks cruelly, snapping his hips forward almost erratically now. “Y’want m-my cum?- Mm!- Want it d-down your throat?”

You nod as much as you can, looking up at him with tearful, pleading eyes. Shigaraki feels a surge of excitement at the sight, his cock throbbing heavily on your tongue. He bites his bottom lip harshly and tightens his hold on your hair as you swallow around him and run your tongue up the vein on the underside of his dick. Not even he can deny how intoxicating this is- the taboo of it, even if that’s more on your side- the blood and drool and tears running down your pretty face.

“Th-then take it all-.” He demands, somehow pumping into your mouth even harder.

You cry from how it hurts, but your hips drag down hard on his shoe, only getting off on it even more. His eyes squeeze shut above you, his cock beginning to throb like crazy now as he reaches his peak. You watch through blurry vision, hugging at his leg and slurping lewdly around him to get him off.

He cums with a shaky groan, his hands nearly ripping at your hair and his hips ramming forward so hard the back of your head smacks against the wall. Your vision goes dark around the edges and your ears ring at the impact, not that he cares. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum pours down your throat while you’re too lightheaded to swallow it properly. You choke weakly on it, your eyes rolling back a little as it comes back up through the corners of your mouth and, painfully, up your nose.

“Oh, sh-shit-.” Shigaraki gasps, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as he takes in the sight of you.

He’s not worried. Not even close. He’s fucking turned on even more. You look like such a pathetic little disaster under him right now- nearly passed out and choking on his cum, his dick still twitching between your lips, your hips still rolling unconsciously against his shoe. It’s a sight good enough that he might not even kill you tonight, just for the chance of seeing it again.

Pulling out without a care for you, Shigaraki pants as he shamelessly lets his heavy cock rest on your face. He watches as you rasp and wheeze and cough and pant, your hand weakly clawing at his leg and wiping your mouth.

“Such a mess…” He drawls lazily, his voice low with satisfaction. “This is a good look for you, hero.”

Your face is such a humiliating shade of red, your head still spinning from hitting it and from how rough he just fucked your throat. You blink up at him, not even caring about the warm, wet weight of his dick leaking on your face. Somewhere in the back of your hazy mind, you wonder if he’ll kill you now…

But no.

Instead, he takes a deep breath before pulling his foot back from between your thighs. Before you can protest, he uses one hands grip on your hair to throw you down to the ground. You fall heavily, still heaving for breath as you try to push yourself up.

You don’t get a couple inches off the ground before he’s stomping his foot down on the side of your head, scraping your cheek against the grimy ground.

“Oh, we’re not done.” He sneers, grinding his foot harder just to make you wince. “It’s not every day I get this chance, y’know…”

You’re not even sure what ‘chance’ he’s talking about, but you’re too afraid and too exhausted to ask. Instead, you whimper weakly, practically able to feel the way his eyes rake over the arch of your back and the wetness between your thighs. Scoffing in cruel amusement, he stomps down hard again before pulling his foot away and circling behind you. “Stay still.”

The command sends a shiver up your spine, but you do as you’re told once again. There’s a soft thud and a shuffle behind you before you feel his fingers hooking inside your pants. Your whole body twitches, but you stay in place as he starts tugging your pants down over your hips, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment as your arousal is bared for him to see.

“Pathetic.” He nearly laughs, eyeing just how desperate you are for him while one hand travels down to pump his cock hard again. “Absolutely pathetic. I thought you heroes held yourselves so highly, always preaching about morals and all that bullshit…”

He pauses and you tense for a second, only to let out a strangled yelp as he shoves a finger inside you.

“But here you are, bent over like a hooker in some back alley for the countries number one enemy.” He continues, prodding around inside you just to find the spot that makes you squirm. “It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting.”

Your dignity and pride has been in shambles for a while, but it’s turned to absolute dust now. Biting your lip just to hold back sounds, you keep your eyes squeezed shut as your hips push back a little.

“Say it.”

You freeze, almost thinking you misheard him.

Shigaraki scowls behind you, shoving in a second finger and spreading them apart meanly, savoring the way you gasp and jerk under him.

“Say it.”

Panting and letting out little whimpers now, you press your hips back even more and open your mouth. Your throat burns as you speak, your voice weak and coarse from his brutal treatment, but you still get it out. “I-…’m…d-disgus-…ting-…”

A pleased little chuckle comes from behind you, and he yanks his fingers out. The whine that was leaving your throat gets interrupted by a broken yelp as he shoves his cock all the way inside with no warning, filling you up so deep you feel it in your stomach.

“Fuuuck- ah…” He groans, grinding himself inside you and clamping four fingers down on your waist. “Takin’ it l-like a pro- heh-…You sh-should change your p-profession, whore-.”

Your nails dig into the ground beneath you, desperate gasps leaving your lips as your hips jerk. It’s deep- and hard- and it hurts- and it’s so good. Unconsciously, your weak body starts trying to drag itself away. Again, you barely make it a couple inches before he’s grabbing your hair and smashing your face into the ground.

“Don’t you dare fucking run.” He threatens, pressing you down even harder and listening to you wince and cry.

This time, you nod desperately, tears dripping onto the pavement below as your whole head throbs. You squeeze around him, and he throbs as his hips jerk a little. He waits for a moment, as if making up his mind, before slowly letting go of your hair.

“Finally…” He grumbles, rolling his eyes to himself.

Shigaraki grabs your waist with both hands now, his eyes flashing with excitement as he looks down at where his cock disappears inside you. Then, again without any warning, he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in. He groans lowly, but it knocks a shaky moan from your lips. Grinning to himself, he does it again, nailing that spot he found earlier dead-on and watching you nearly break under him.

“Alright…” He rasps, a deranged smile spreading on his face again. “Let’s see how long it takes to destroy you…”

As it turns out, it doesn’t take long, because you were already halfway broken before he started fucking you.

Your whole body hurts by now- your face is muddled with dirt and blood and cum- your knees scraped and bruised- your hands scratched up from raking your nails down the floor- your throat is sore and raw from his dick- and of course his cock is destroying your insides.

Shigaraki is grunting and moaning behind you like this is his first time feeling anything but hate and pain, his hips pumping wildly into you with barely any rhythm at all. You’re yanked back and forth across the floor as he thrusts hard and pulls you back onto him, his tip reaching places nothing else has before.

But the way you react is nothing short of pornographic. You can’t stop cumming for him, your voice nearly gone from how much you’ve screamed your pleasure. It’s like he’s unlocked some new kink or fetish in you- one only he can satisfy, and you can’t get enough.

Broken, weak little pleas spill from your lips at the same rate tears spill from your eyes, your hips sore from pushing back onto him to take him as deep as humanly possible. It’s insane. You’re insane. You must be.

Shigaraki’s not complaining though. Because god is this hot. You were always intriguing, but this is…something else. In fact, if you weren’t such a pathetic hero, he might even consider you attractive after this. Someone worth keeping around, at the very least.

His lips are parted with pleasured gasps and moans, his eyes glued to the side of your face or where you greedily suck him in for more. The ground beneath your hips is soaked with cum and sweat, your thighs dripping with it and making his skin stick to yours.

“God- ah!…Y-you’re a fuckin’ d-disgrace-.” He rasps, rewarding you for it with a harsh thrust that has you squealing.

You nod dumbly, drool pouring from your mouth and adding to the second puddle near your face. Shigaraki grins, his hips slamming into yours as he feels you reaching yet another orgasm. Instead of slowing down, though, he speeds up, wanting to watch you cry through another painful peak.

“Gonna c-cum again, huh?- ngh!” He mocks, reaching forward to grab your hair again. He tugs back before pressing your head down, able to hear the way your skin scrapes against the pavement. “Think you’ll s-stay conscious after t-this one?- Mm!”

You can’t even respond, much less actually understand what he’s saying. All you can focus on is the telltale tightening in your lower tummy, your eyes rolling back and your nails scraping hard enough into the ground that they start cracking a little. He’s right, though, even if you don’t know it. Your vision is getting spottier by the second, your ears have been ringing for god knows how long, and your mind is so broken you can’t think about anything except the cock railing into you over and over again.

Continuing to grin, Shigaraki watches you teeter on the edge of consciousness, giving your hair a tug just sharp enough to pull you back from the edge.

“S-stay awake-.” He orders, his thrusts turning erratic now as his own orgasm builds. “Want y-you to- ah!- feel all o-of this-.”

A broken cry leaves your throat as he keeps you just aware enough to feel every second of your orgasm. It rips through you, making you shudder and shake and weakly try to run from him again- not that you make it more than an inch this time. Shigaraki giggles almost manically again, watching you convulse and cry under him with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

He speeds up more and more, his cock throbbing heavier and heavier as you only cry harder and harder. Then, finally, he slams in one last time and lets go. Buckets of cum flood your insides without a care in the world, pumping so much that it hurts. You mewl and squirm weakly, your body going into overdrive now as your mind finally breaks for him.

But before he can even finish cumming, before he can revel in the victory of your screams, you blessedly fall into unconsciousness. Shigaraki feels you go limp and silent, your body twitching uncontrollably even as you slump forward and go unresponsive.

He’s scared for a second that he accidentally killed you and ruined his fun too early…but your labored breathing gives away that you’re still perfectly fine.

Grunting in disappointment, he pulls out and lets your body fall to the ground. Shigaraki stands up and tucks himself away, eyeing your unconscious body with a confusing mix of intrigue and disgust as he gets his phone from his pocket.

“…Kurogiri. I need a warp gate at my location…” He rasps into the phone, grinning smugly as his cum starts leaking out of you. “…And I’m bringing someone back with me.”

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