#tomu

God looks a lot different than what you expected. After years of forced Sunday school sessions, you expect your image of God to include robes and a beard, not a mop of cotton candy blue hair and gloriously chapped lips. But this has to be God. Tomura Shigaraki is a God, you're sure of it and by some divine miracle, this God is worshipping you.

His calloused hands run up and down the expanse of your stomach, carefully keeping one finger lifted up far enough to flirt with danger without truly risking your life. So close you can still feel the warmth and your heart and delicate hole clench with anticipation and longing. His eye assess your reaction, ever the diligent deity. 

Shiggy’s lips quirk in amusement and your obvious excitement. He brings one of his hands down your squishy sides and caresses his way past your hips to the two inches of fabric pathetically trying to cover his favorite treasure. Smirking, Shiggy uses one of his fingers to curl around underneath and around the fabric and harshly pulls it up past your lips causing you to gasp at the sudden and abrasive friction on the most intimate and sensitive part of your anatomy.

“If you want me to do anything more, you’ll start humping pet,” Shigaraki giggles as you immediately obey and begin to grind against the fabric as he holds it tighter and tighter against you. Your clit and opening burn with friction and your eyes fill with tears but the pleasure is still there and having his eyes on you only makes you move your hips faster.

Shiggy keeps this game going until you’re sure the fabric has chaffed you so thoroughly that part of the wetness soaking through the fabric just has to be blood. Finally satisfied, Shigaraki pulls the saturated garment down your quivering legs. He snickers in delight as he balls it up and shoves it in your gasping mouth, you gag at the abruptness of it all. 

“Now are you ready for the boss level little player?” Shiggy asks this as he brings your legs around his waist. You nod erratically, drool already pooling around your makeshift gag painting the perfect picture of submissive, the perfect picture of blind devotion. Exactly what Shiggy is looking for. “Well game on pet.”

Tomura shoves his cock from tip to hilt in one go, the shock of the intrusion makes you try to buck out of the way. The amusement of your discomfort brings a whole new light of trickery in Shigaraki’s eyes. “Oh sweet pet, we’ve barely started.” Shiggy sets a monstrous pace. Your eyes roll back with the force, your mind turns white in a hot flash of pain and pleasure. The aggressive man handling and the God doing the handling causes your climax to arise and erupt out of thin air, like Jesus’ wine to water, it’s fast and it’s magic.

Shiggy is relentless as he continues the onslaught. He grasps your hair and shifts the position to have you on top of him as he remains on his knees. Your body flops against his, weak and sweaty and completely human especially in comparison to his perfect body, scarred from the glorious purpose he made for himself. You stare at him reverently, his cock still inside you.