#oooweeee

It didn’t help that you paraded around with such a revealing outfit. Short skirt, tank top which hardly covered the expanse of your chest and a little cardigan that hardly even acted like a coverup. Why the fuck were you such a sweet little thing? 

Normal, nice guys would drop anything and more for girls like you, but not Shigaraki Tomura. Shigaraki by no means was a normal guy, nor was he nice. Instead, his devious brain was cooking up a scheme he thought would satisfy the burning desire that was nestled deep within his guts.

The evening was semi-normal. Dabi took Compress and Spinner out on a scouting mission, using the quietness of the evening to go about the meeting, Twice and Toga were watching an entire ‘Back To The Future’ marathon back at base, huddled onto the tiny couch that had well outlived its life. Kurogiri had abandoned his duty behind the counter of the bar to get some more rest, which left you and Shigaraki alone to fend for yourselves. He was seated hunched over at the counter, blindly twirling his glass of vodka in between his fingers while you were tucked away in a booth, occupying your time with making a castle from a deck of cards.

It’s not like you were doing anything to bother him, just your presence was sending the man into a fury in his head. He suddenly slammed his glass down on the table, the sound causing you to jolt in your seat and make the mostly built structure topple over. When you looked up to see what was wrong, he was already looking at you, red and beady eyes staring at you with an intensity you’ve yet to see before. 

“Is something the matter, boss?” you asked with that oh so kind voice, looking up at him with expecting eyes. 

He only sighed before finally speaking up, voice gruffer than usual. “Come here.”

Like clockwork, you followed along with his directions, sliding out of your seat so you can see what he needs. “What’s up?”

‘What’s up?’ he scoffs in his mind. Everyone who follows him responds to him in a different manner, sometimes it’s through disrespect (like Dabi), eagerness (Toga), and a certain cool that he doesn’t seem to find in another (Compress), but when it comes to you, he can see a certain willingness in your eyes that he’s never seen in anyone else. He hopes your willingness to comply will make this easier for the both of you.

“You like me right?” The question is sharp and direct. He’s in slight awe once he sees your eyes widen, suddenly becoming flustered by the sudden inquiry. The way you had your mouth opening and closing made you look like a fish out of water, suddenly choking on what little air you had in your lungs. “I-I mean, as my boss, of course! I did choose to follow you, the Tomu-”

“No, I think you misinterpreted what I’m telling you here. Do you or do you not like me? Simple question,” stern eyes look at you, demanding for you to answer him in a certain manner unless you find yourself in a deeper pit with him. 

Your silence is more than enough for him. With this in mind, he decides to kick things up a notch, suddenly swiveling him in the barseat so that his body is at full attention to you. You hoped he did not see the way your eyes scanned his form under his tattered clothes- despite having sewn it back to one piece a mere week ago. 

He did.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded. Your complacency never fails to amaze him, even if he’s putting you in such a compromising position. 

You fell to your knees, shoulders suddenly caught between the spaces of his spread legs. Curious eyes found their way to the growing peak coming from between his legs but the staring didn’t last long until you felt a hand roughly grip your chin, tilting your head upwards so that you were eye to eye with the one man you’d give your life to.

“For as long as you stay here, you’re indebted to me and me alone. Can’t go back to whatever botched life you had before this,” his choice of words confused you for the moment being. Clearly stating the rules long after the contract has been signed is something that is not normal to most, but you still played along. It was as if you were transported back to the first day you came to the League, yet this time you are having to undergo a completely different series of steps that led to your initiation. 

This time… it was personal. Which made you special.

Your eyes grew at least another size wider until you’re sitting up straighter on your knees, hands coming to place themselves on his somewhat muscular thighs to hold yourself up. “Of course, Mr. Tomura! I will follow you until the day you don’t deem me worthy anymore. I’ll do anything for you.” Had it not been for his extreme levels of patience, he would have cum right then and there. Fuck, does he plan to ruin you.

“Anything, huh?” You nod quickly, damn near giving yourself whiplash with that intensity. “Prove it by taking care of what you caused.” Both of you looked down at his obvious bulge pulsing underneath the restricting fabric of his jeans. That made you wonder…

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, you glanced up at him to be sure this wasn’t some sick prank before you were met with a seriousness that squashed any doubt you had in your mind. You took care of his pants as well as his boxers, sliding them all the way down to his ankles with a bit of his help. You didn’t know what you were expecting at first, maybe something skinny with a bit of average length and girth that would do more than enough to satisfy you. Yet, this was the literal opposite… Tomura was huge, ranging from a length of at least eight inches with a girth that your hand could barely wrap around once you touched it, as well as a tuft of blue-ish pubic hair landing at his base. It even hung down at your own weight before you took matters into your own hands, literally.

You weren’t sure what to do. You’ve seen Dabi make a crude gesture where his hand forms an ‘O’ shape and he jerks it in the air back and forth where his pelvis should be and Twice was “nice” enough to tell you that is what a man does to get himself off. If that was the case, then surely Mr. Tomura would like it too! 

You did your best, really! The vision was there. You’d think you’d be able to give him a cute handjob with what little practice you have. This was nothing like close combat but you tried. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough for your boss. “Fuck, do you not know how to make a man cum?” He growled, a gloved hand suddenly fisting your hair so you were forced to look up directly at him.

Tears welled in your eyes, shaking your head in a lame attempt to satiate his anger. He only told you to open your mouth only to rest his tip on your awaiting tongue. “It’s called porn. Try watching it sometime,” it was the only words you could hear before he was dragging his dick along the surface of your tongue and cheeks. “You are gonna make me cum, right little lamb? And you’re going to make sure that I’m satisfied by the end right?”

“Yeth, pleathe boss!” Your answer was more than a green light for him. The only warning he gave you was to breathe through your nose before he was pushing your head far enough down his dick before he heard you gag a little. 

Your head bobbed back once he let go, drool sputtering out of your mouth as you took shaky breaths but the moment was stolen until Tomura was pulling you back in. Your throat felt fucking amazing, he even let out a little whimper of his own satisfaction. “F-Fuck,” he groaned from above you, pale blue hair falling over his eyes. 

When you dared to look up, Tomura looked like he was enjoying himself! Your boss looked happy for once! And you were the sole cause of it! Now you were sure you’d give it your all. Experimentally, you were starting to suck, allowing your tongue to rub along his shaft and your mouth to hollow it to create room for him to fuck into the space. You could feel a certain wetness on your tongue and by the time you registered the salty taste, you were sure it was just Mr. Tomura showing his gratitude to you. 

You leaned further into him, one arm thrown over his hip while another hand started to rub along his base to satisfy the parts of him he couldn’t reach. The worry of any of your other peers seeing you in such a compromising position faded instantly from your mind as you were doubled over your boss’s lap like a deranged animal.

Tomura suddenly stood up, almost bucking you off of him completley but you caught on to the sturdiness of your thighs as he started to fuck your throat with no remorse. His noises were so fucking pretty, you wished you could record all the vulnerable sounds he was making; choked moans, stuttering gasps, all of it. All you could do from your position is stare at him with lovesick eyes to egg him on.

His hips suddenly became sporadic and short, eventually pulling away from you completely. The next second your face is covered with a sticky white substance that you’ve never felt before. You didn’t get any time to think about it due to the fact that it was still coming out! You only accepted it because it was from Mr. Tomura! A special gift from him to you! 

By the time he was done, he let go of you finally, sitting back with a heavy sigh to watch his cum slide down your face slowly. You didn’t even realize the uncomfortableness that came from between your legs until now, but you dare not say this in front of Mr. Tomura, not after getting the right to see him in such a dazed state such as this one.

“D-Did I do a good job?” Your throat burned like hell and felt like it was at the end of its use, but you still persevered. Your insecurity is what fueled his actions tonight, the need for a little lamb like yourself to be protected and loved by the herder. He’s sure to never forget this feeling.

“Not too bad for a rookie,” was the last thing he told you before he stood up, shrugging back on his boxers and jeans. It was all the compliment you received from the man before he stepped away from the obvious scene he’s caused and heading out to the night.

Little did Tomura know that this was more than enough reason for you to keep following him until the bitter end.

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