Power
pairing: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader
warnings: smut, cursing, pegging, subby brat shigaraki
word count: 2,120
a/n: happy happy 20th bday to the nastiest queen I know!!! this is for skylar ( @katsukisprincess ) you big fat white nasty smellin fat bitch why you took me off the mothafuckin schedule wit cho triflin dirty white racist ass big fat bitch oompa loompa body ass bitch I’m comin up there and I’m gon beat the fuck outta you bitch!!!! this smut kinda really shoved me out of my comfort zone in terms of comfort so BAHAHA, LETS PRAY YOU LIKE THIS!!!
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Few in the world could say they bring powerful men to their knees.
When you bring powerful men to their knees for you, you gain their power, their respect, their allies.
Powerful men on their knees were no longer dominant but instead weak, powerless, feeble to that who stood before them. In some cases, this exchange of power was intense, blood-curling even as you stand before them. Powerful men always had this glint to their eyes, the big bad alpha in them just begging to be tamed despite their typical nature. But powerful men who were tameable were boring. The submissive glint, the passive actions that overpowered their old alpha ways, was not climatic.
It upset you to see powerful men grovel for you, pleading that you stay.
You’ve brought down twenty-seven powerful men in your life, and each time you left the now submissive alpha with nothing but their lives— if at that.
But there was something different about Shigaraki Tomura that made your spine crawl with excitement.
His eyes were cold and lustingly powerful the first time you interacted with him. His red eyes demanded respect, submission, yet they barely looked at you as he recruited you.
The cold leather of the seat beneath cooled your growing heat as he dropped what would be the file of intel he had gathered about you on the smooth wood table that separated the two of you for many meters. The large leather throne he sat on made your lips quirk into a smile as the disheveled and rugged state of the world’s greatest villain. The man himself was short and fragile-looking— nothing in comparison to the men you’ve tamed with biceps larger than your head. Such a large throne for someone so small.
Your tongue dragged across your lower lip as his red eyes finally met yours, his aura was as cold as ever, as if he was playing you as the pawn here. A King that would not fall— at least not yet.
“So, tell me why I should take you in?”
His words take you by surprise as your eyebrows quirk.
“Excuse me?”
Despite the shaggy nature of his hair and the dismembered hand that covered the majority of his face, you did not miss the eye roll and the glare that was returned immediately.
“Why do I need you?”
Cocky son of a bitch.
Straightening out, you let your brow relax as you tilted your head. An aura of confidence seeped out of you as you stared down the powerful man before you. He had one of the cruelest gazes you’ve ever experienced, but it did not worry you, not even the slightest of bits as you leaned forward.
“Typically, when I am sought out, I get demands of what I’m needed for—” you fold your hands on the table as a sickly sweet smile overcomes your face— “and frankly, Shigaraki Tomura, you don’t strike me as a threat.”
His eyes are calculating as he leans backward in his throne, just the opposite of what an alpha man would do.
“Y/l/n y/n,” he but sneers your name, “age twenty, in command of over four thousand men ranging from underground criminals to some of the heaviest hitters in the game. Records show you come from a good household, yet here you are, a queen of the underworld. You’ve managed to defeat twenty-seven powerful opponents of mine in this world, yet you’re quirkless.”
“I find that being quirkless is an advantage,” you smirk as fire ignites within you. “There’s something intoxicating about stealing from men and women with terrifying quirks. But I’m sure you already knew that about me, given your intel. So instead of beating around the bush, tell me why I’m here, Tomura? Scared I’ll come in and steal your army too?”
Despite his mostly hidden face, you could feel the cold sharklike grin that pulled across his face as his eyes flashed dangerously.
“The day I become scared of some quirkless little shit is the same day you walk out with my army,” he said, his tone reminding of nails against a chalkboard. “I’d love to see you try walking out with my followers, they’re not as easily persuaded as to the others. But I know that despite your numbers and your strength, you’re aimless, ambitionless. So I’ll ask one last time: why do I need you?”
Pleasurable waves rolled down your body as an eager emotion shoots through your veins.
This was an alpha man like no other, a powerful man who sat undeservingly in that leather throne. As you opened your mouth to respond, your anticipation skyrocketed in the thought of having this powerful man on his knees for you.
Tamed.
Broken.
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“Did I fucking tell you that you could speak?”
The hand that rested on Shigaraki’s face was a symbol of who he was.
The decayed and butchered hand was a sinister reminder to him of his past, and an apprehensive warning to everyone else just what he was capable of doing. Only a handful of people could claim that they’ve seen him without Father residing on his face like a leech, a weight he was unable to run from, a comfort he needed.
Despite only joining his ranks three months ago, you could proudly say you not only have seen him without Father but have also removed him.
But this was not the situation at hand.
No, not even close.
For instead of a withered grey hand on his face, it was instead your foot.
Your back settled against the headboard as you smirked at the red eyes that attempted to decay you on sight. The rough and scar filled skin of his face was a weird sensation under your feet as you pushed him back as a low growl escaped his mouth.
“Like hell, I’ll take fucking commands from you,” he snarls against your foot, his head snapping to the side so that your leg falls heavy back onto the mattress.
A grin grows on your face as you compare your clothed state to the naked mess that was Shigaraki Tomura.
He was bare naked, his hands adorned with artist gloves rendering him powerless, a bright pink collar sat snug on his throat as he growled lowly, and of course, the chains that left him on his hands and knees like a common bitch.
Ignoring his spitfire of insults to you and your ways of fucking him, you sighed, “Aren’t you just fucking adorable like this?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“No, really, on your hands and knees for little ol’ me!”
Adjusting the way you sat, you found yourself on your knees, nose to nose with the growling alpha in front of you. Anger, humiliation, weakness, and nearly palatable lust waved off him.
“Just wait until I—”
“Shh shh shh,” you whisper as your hand reaches out and firmly grasps his hard and throbbing cock within your fingers.
A sharp whimper confirms your effect on him, and you remain nearly innocuous as your grip tightens against his length. Your fisting is cruelly hard; you’re pulling at his dick more than gliding across it, and your nails tease the bulging vein on the side of his cock. He whimpers as your eyes shift down to see the angry purple head throbbing against your rough touches.
“Sorry, does this hurt?” You ask with a mischievous glint to your eyes as your lips brush against his.
Shigaraki doesn’t respond, choosing to instead seal his lips against yours. His lips are fierce against yours, demanding you to be obedient despite the apparent power difference the two of you were in. Your eyes remain open as you study his face as his tongue pressed against your sealed mouth.
“Unless you want your tongue chopped off, don’t try sticking it in my mouth,” you giggle as Shigaraki’s cheek throbs red with your handprint, and a gasping groan drawls deliciously from his throat as you pinched the head of his cock. “Understand?”
“Fucking asshole,” he spat as his eyes lock on yours. Despite the throbbing pain in his face and cock, the disrespect, the brattiness, the desire, the pure lust radiated off of him, and your eyes sparkling dangerously. “Just fucking wait until I get this shitty ass—”
“Fuck your asshole?” You ponder as you suddenly roll off the bed, and Shigaraki desperately tries to follow you with his head, but the collar prohibits him as he cries out in frustration.
“You smart-ass, you know exactly what I mean—!”
“You want me to fuck your fugly little asshole,” you coo as you open your box of toys.
Your shorts and panties are quickly abandoned as you pull on the pink harness with a thick black dildo on it. Making sure to tighten everything as loudly as you could; you smile as you return to the bed.
His red eyes are wild, his chest heaving with every breath of air as he glares you down again.
“Suck this quirkless girl cock,” you whisper as you drag the head of the dildo across his lips that refused to open.
The dildo was both bigger and thicker than the powerful man before you, something he loathed utterly, and the reason why you bought this size specifically.
“I’m sure you’re used to having people do what you want when you want,” you sigh as he still refuses to open up for the dildo, “you might be the leader out there. But here, you’re my bitch.”
Knowing enough to realize that he would defiantly remain mute to keep from sucking the dildo, your fingers pinched the pressure point in his neck, and his mouth flew open for a split second. That’s all you needed as your hips snapped forward at a higher speed than his closing jaw.
Shigaraki bagged against the length of the dildo as you rammed it further down his throat. Your eyes fluttered at the way his face flushed red as you sunk further into him.
“Shit, such a pretty fucking cock slut,” you coo as your hand grasp his jaw, moving his face against your thrusting hips. You were uncaring of the drool that flowed disgustingly from his mouth, the choking that occurred at every throat, the struggling arms against the restraints. “I thought you were the leader here, Tomura-chan! Why can’t you take my cock better than this?” you ask as you push him fully against the length so that his nose buries into the harness.
Loud choking and spluttering from him doesn’t concern you as you stare at him, “Hold it for ten seconds: ten, nine, eight… seven… six… five… four… threeeeee… two… what comes after two?! Oh yeah, one!”
Your hands yanked him away from your dildo by his hair. His head snapped up, and his red eyes were a near maroon as he glared at you with the intensity of killing you. Slobber and saliva coat his face as he pants to catch his breath.
“One day, you’ll suck my dick like a lollipop,” you promise as you place a kiss between his eyes. A weak snarl emits from his throat, and a slow throb pulses from your pussy as you stare at the undying alpha look to his eye. So soft and frail, yet he’s outlasted the worst of alphas. “But, I do believe I have an asshole to fuck!”
“I’m going — fuck — going to kill you,” Shigaraki spits, but you’re already behind him, your hands cupping his ass cheeks as the wet and saliva lubed dildo press between his cheeks, teasing his puckered hole. “Have all the little fun you want because I’m not going to let you fucking live after—”
“Shut the fuck up,” you snap as your leg swings around, your foot landing heavy between his shoulder blades, causing the alpha man to fall chest first into the mattress, his back arching beautifully, the tip of the dildo now pressing into his asshole. His back muscles contracted quickly under your foot but you pressed your weight further into him as your tone brightened again. “Threats from little boys with tiny cocks trying to fill in too large shoes don’t bother me.”
“Little boy? Tiny cock?! Large shoes?! Are you that fucking stupid?! I’m — SHIT!”
Your hips slammed into his ass, the dildo bottoming out in him without so much as prepping or using actual lube. Leaning against him due to the stretched angle you were in, you relished in his painful heaves for air as his body trembled under you, and his hands gripped the sheets ever so tightly. Your hand held his hips as you shifted against him.
“Just fucking watch what I do t-to you for fucking my a-asshole,” Shigaraki growled as you hummed in mock interest.
“Sorry?” You ask as your hips move back and thrust back in at a moderate pace. The slight movement makes all of his words die on his tongue as pleasurable moans fill the air as you rut your hips against his pink-tinged ass. “What? No more death threats? No more promises to destroy me? Who would’ve guessed fucking your asshole was the way to get you to submit.”
“F-fuck you,” Shigaraki just about snarled, “I’m going to fucking kill you, and you’re going to watch as I kill you slowly and painfully. I’m going to disintegrate your fucking tongue first, and then your—”
A pained yelp slams from his mouth as Shigaraki’s ass forms an angry, nearly welting, red handprint. It’s identical to the one on his face, but with much more power behind it. But as you suspect, a strangled moan escapes his mouth, and you hiss an amused chuckle as your arousal is quickly building. Your hand comes down again; only this time, it leaves behind a welting red mark as your foot slips from his back to his head.
Your foot shoved his face into the mattress, and you slam your hips into his again and again. Your pace is rough, hard, merciless. Shouts and growls only aid you in your conquest. Your dildo slams against his prostate again and again. Your eyes narrow as you move forward, leaving little room to snap your hips as you’re buried almost entirely within him, but it’s for balance.
His dick twitches uncontrollably the moment you hold it in your hands. You move your hand against his painfully hard length, and a muffled guttural moan lets you knew that he’s enjoying this. So as in sync with your thrusting hips and gliding hand as he can be, Shigaraki begins to move his hips with you, meeting your dildo and fist with each thrust.
“Does your cock need to cum?” You ask as the flat of your thumb rolls against his swollen head.
A muffled groan is heard from the mattress, and you feel his words vibrate from your foot.
Smirking, your speed and power increase by a tenfold, your movements animalistic as you drive in over and over. The submissive groans stirring you on more and more until he stills and hot sticky substances cover the hand you were using to jerk him off. Laughing loudly, your hips don’t stop until the hot cum stops unloading from his discolored cock.
A low moan seems endless from him as you kick him to his side, a sheen layer of sweat covers your body as Shigaraki lays on the bed. You discard the harness and moan at the warm essence that now soaks your inner thighs and your clit throbs at the thought of mounting his softening cock.
“I’m still… going to— kill you!”
“Oh sweetie,” you sigh dreamily as you shift him over so that he lays twisted on his back, your aching core grinding into his swollen head. “You don’t have a single thread of power over me!”
