So I read that fic with Chisaki and aphrodisiacs and that got me thinking of a scenario where Tomura has to deal with something similar with a member of the League. I don't know how far you'd be willing to take this but I'm thinking heavy degradation from Tomura and lots of begging from the reader. If you can make that happen I will give you all my love
Nice little practice with tense and voice with this one! Thank you for the request and if this seems more sexually charged than my other fics that’s because it is but we’ll talk more on that later 🤫 - Kaz
Shigaraki x Reader (NSFW)
The walk to the hideout from the city is a lot longer when you have to carry someone on your back. It becomes even longer when you have to keep stopping because that someone won’t stop squirming and kissing your neck.
A quirk that increases a person’s libido to the point of agony, of all things why’d that have to be the one to hit you?
Warm breath ghosts his skin before he feels your soft lips again. Your legs are locked around his waist and he isn’t oblivious to the light thrusting of your hips. It’s irritating but at least you aren’t trying to take your clothes off anymore. Tomura takes a deep breath and continues making his way through the trees. Two miles down; two miles to go.
“Mast-”
“Don’t you start with that shit again,” he warns, turning his head to look at you, “and if you know what’s good for you you’ll stop rubbing against me.”
No matter what he says his voice only seems to excite you more. You grind against his back eliciting a growl from your leader and a pinch to your thigh.
“I said stop.”
“It hurts,” you moan, rubbing your face into his hair. He can’t imagine that he smells good but for the past mile you’ve had your nose in the crook of his neck just breathing in his scent and shuddering out an exhale.
“Maybe next time you’ll think to check the corners before you start searching for supplies.”
It should’ve been an easy mission. Find some under leveled gang, wait until their best people leave, kill the lackeys, then take as much of their shit as you can. But you were too focused on your growling stomach to thoroughly check the perimeter. So instead of carrying back food and medicine he’s carrying back his party member who is “too horny to walk.”
“Idiot, you’re lucky it wasn’t anything lethal. Think before you act next time.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be.”
It doesn’t cross his mind that he’s being too harsh. You made a mistake and you were dealing with the consequences. But since he also had to deal with the consequences of your actions you deserved to be drilled into. No, fuck. Not drilled into. Reprimanded. Reprimanded is what he meant.
“Please make it stop.”
He can barely make out your begging from all the sucking your doing. He’s getting lost in it, the feeling of your tongue and teeth against the sensitive scars on his neck. Tomura ignores the heat settling into his belly and shrugs your head away. It’s gross, he reminds himself, you’re basically licking sweat and blood. It’s just gross.
“I’m not fucking you.”
Your whine sends a shiver running through him. It’s enough to make him stop in his tracks. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. It’s been so long since he…ugh.
“Please!” you beg, digging your heels into him.
“Did that quirk also make you deaf? I told you no!”
A broken sob is muffled by his hair. He doesn’t want to think about the pain and embarrassment you must be feeling. You’re his ally, a stupid one, but still his ally. Seeing you like this is just too much. He needs a break.
“Get off, I need to rest,” Tomura shrugs you off and you fall to the ground in a heap, “why don’t you go find a rock to rub up against?”
He sits at the base of a tree and shuts his eyes. He’s not built for carrying another person. If it wasn’t for you he could’ve already been back by now with enough food to share. You’re not an ally, no, you’re a weak link. If he knows what’s good for himself he’ll just leave you here. But it’s not that easy because- god dammit.
“I didn’t mean me!” he yells, stiff arming you as you try to crawl into his lap.
“Master.”
Tomura’s face flushes bright red. He can’t ignore the where all the blood in his body is rushing too. It’s so…annoying, that’s the word for it. Where’d you even learn to talk like that anyway? You sound like a character from a R-18 game. Not that he knows what that sounds like.
“This again. I’m not your master, go away.”
Every time he shoves you off you just keep coming back. Panting, and moaning, and looking at him with those eyes. He can feel how bad you want it when he finally relents and lets you straddle his waist. He’s holding you by the hips to keep you from pressing down on him, but it isn’t enough. He can still feel the heat coming off your body. It’s fucking hot annoying.
“I’m sorry I failed. I’m trying my best.”
He knows it’s true. The right thing to say is on the tip of his tongue, but it’ll never make it past his lips.
“You need to do more than your best.”
Another sob-like moan leaves your throat and you collapse into him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He lets go of you and looks off in the distance trying to ignore every roll of your hips and flick of your tongue. He’s so hard it hurts, probably nowhere near to what your feeling, but the pain is there. An ache that he has to swallow down to stop himself from fucking your pliant body into the ground.
“You’re only making it worse by getting yourself worked up,” he says, grabbing your hips to slow you down. The composure is in his voice but he’s anything but composed when he’s pushing you down into his lap and thrusting up against you. You’re out of control but then again so is he, and he doesn’t like that. Not one bit.
You’re thrown off of him like you weigh next to nothing and he’s on his feet, taking off his coat and throwing it down next to you. He grabs you by the ankle and pulls you onto his coat. It’s not a bed but it’ll have to do, and if the way you’ve already got your ass pressed against him is anything to go by, he doubts you even care.
“This is the last time i’m taking you with me.”
Tomura holds you steady as you grind against his erection. The moans, whimpers, and everything in between only provokes him to tease you more. You aren’t going to get more out of this than him, not a chance.
“You had one job and you couldn’t even do that,” he pushes your head down hard into the ground and reciprocates the grinding, “Is this all your good for? Dry humping me like an animal in heat?”
You don’t even make an attempt to answer. Your moans just get louder and more desperate with each thrust of his hips. The sadist in him loves watching you panic everytime he pulls back just out of your reach. It’s a complete and utter power trip.
“You should consider yourself lucky i’m not a cruel leader. If it were anyone else you would have been left behind and what do you think would have happened then hm?”
His hearts races as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock.
“In a dirty place like that there’s no doubt in my mind that some lowlife would’ve found you as you are now, moaning and pressing yourself against anything with a pulse.”
Growing impatient, your shaking fingers grip the waistband of your pants to pull them down but Tomura pins your hands to your back. You cry out in frustration and struggle against him.
“What do you think he’d do? You think he’d just fuck you raw? Or maybe he’d find some more scum to help fill your holes.”
His cock throbs at the thought of his own sick fantasy. Nameless thugs taking advantage of a member of his party. You moaning like a whore while getting fucked from every angle. Sobbing as you come down from your high and begging him to come save you.
“You’d probably like that wouldn’t you? Disgusting men you barely know rutting up against you, filling you with their cum.”
He can see it on your face as you turn your head to look at him. The embarrassment, the shame. Even though you’re moaning and begging him to fuck you it’s written all of your face.
“You’re not even trying to deny it. How did I end up with such a dirty slut in my party?”
He finally pulls your pants down to your knees and he can see first hand how bad you really want it. Slipping two fingers into your heat, he sighs as your walls squeeze around them. He lets go of your hands to pump his cock as his fingers stroke your walls. He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out, but he can already feel the familiar tingling in his balls.
“I guess it doesn’t matter how you ended up here. What matters is that i’m the party leader so all of this belongs to me now,” his hands grip your waist for emphasis as he lines himself up with your aching hole, “right? This all belongs to your master, doesn’t it?”
All it takes is a purring ‘yes’ for him to lose all control. He pushes into you, stretching your tight little hole until his cock is fully buried inside. He bites back a moan as you start to ride him without giving him a chance to adjust to the new sensation. You’re already cumming, he can feel your pulsating walls gripping him even tighter, and the urge to cum inside of you is almost impossible to shake.
Tomura presses your head into his coat and holds you still as he ravages you. His erratic thrusts draw more sounds and more orgasms from you then he thought was possible. Your body quivers and the sweet sound of stuttered crying reaches his ears. The sight of tears and drool running down your face when he moves his hand is enough to send him over the edge. It’s violent, the way his hips snap forward into your overstimulated body, and he leans over to bite any exposed skin that he can. His needy thrusts coax you to cum again, to come with him. He shudders as he paints your insides white with his warm seed. A whine escapes his throat as you talk filth about how good he was and how full you feel.
Tomura draws out his orgasm as long as he can before his oversensitive cock can’t stand the heat any longer. He pulls out and watches his cum drip down your thighs. You’ve stopped moaning, the only thing he can hear from you now is soft mutterings of his name. He fixes his and your clothes and let’s you crawl into his lap once more. Your clearly exhausted maybe even a bit delirious, but you still manage a smile for him. You peck him on the cheek, seeming to have come back to your senses, before giving him a small thank you.
“Don’t say I never did anything for you,” he says, resting his chin on the top of your head, “we’ll rest for now but then it’s right back to walking, got that?”
You nod and wrap your arms around him. The word ‘mine’ flashes in his mind as he holds you, and despite all the feelings of possessiveness, he’s still not sure what to make of it.
Mine.
