🌸torment
pairings: shigaraki tomura x undercover!reader
warnings: smut,noncon, humiliation,voyeurism,dirty talking, fem reader,slight yandere if you squint
The past three months working for the wanted villian Shigaraki Tomura wasn't easy. Tomura was a difficult person to deal with, calming him down after his temper tantrums and dealing with his shameless comments about your body, you wondered whether this was worth it.
summary: After being exposed of an affair with her boss, [Y/N] is fired from the Tokyo police department. Luckily hope finds her as the Hero Commision offers her a job. Inflitrate the Paranormal Liberation Front and collect evidence that no. 2 hero Hawks had murdered Best Jeanist and Twice. [Y/N], under a pseudonym, lands herself a job as Shigaraki's assistant, but ofcourse, [Y/N]'s truth is brought to the light and Shigaraki has taken it above himself to punish the traitor.
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You had come to League under a fake name trough some connections by the Hero Commision you were able to land a job in the organization. Being Tomura's assistant was just a glorfied name for being his baby–sitter, before you it was the purple mist that took care of him but now while he was gone, it was in your hands that the man child didn't end up killing himself because of his self destructive habits.
It could have been an easy job if only Tomura didn't have to show how much of a pervert he was every five seconds. He would give unasked suggestions which made your blood boil but you couldn't do anything about it other than a smile and nod.
"You should wear a skirt you know? It's what assistants wear,"
"Sir, I don't think that's necessary. This isn't—"
"Wear a skirt tomorrow."
Regardless, you wore a skirt the next day. Going against the man child was a stupid idea anyway.
You never saw it coming and one day he had cornered you in his office, you had thought he was going to throw his perverted advances at you. You mentally braced yourself for the humiliation you would have to go through for the sake of the Hero Commision. But, no amount of mental strength could have prepared you for what was going to happen.
"What do you think about the Hero Eraserhead?" He said in a mocking voice.
He knew.
Yet, you still pulled your act up
"He's a Hero with an annoying quirk," You responsed sure of your answer. "You're right," Tomura grabbed your arm all with four fingers, his thumb inching closer to your clothed arm. You knew where he was going with this, while your brother, Aizawa Shouto, had the ability to erase quirks. You weren't affected by them. Tomura couldn't kill you just by grabbing your hand but he kept his thumb suspended so he doesn't disintegrate your clothes.
"So, you wouldn't mind if I gauged his eyes out and made him into a nomu?"
Tomura knew what he was doing but you were persistent, you were not going to let your cover fall.
"No, I don't care. Why are you asking me this, Sir?"
"Why?" He looked into your eyes, even though his face was covered by father you could still catch his merciless gaze crimson red eyes burning into your soul. His hand moves to around your neck his pinky still hovering over your neck probably out of habit.
"Sir, I don't understand." You ask and Tomura hums, even while working next to him this was the first time he was ever this close to you. Even while Father was covering majority of his face you still see the wrinkles around his eyes through the gaps.
He calls you out by your pseudonym, the fake name you had used to get around the villains. He says in a voice daring you to answer to that name.
Tomura already knew, he knew you were an Aizawa. He knew you were here from the Hero Commision, probably didn't know the reason why you were here and maybe that's why he kept you around. Coming clean right know would have saved you a lot of pain but you chose to answer to him.
"Yes?"
A piercing pain shot through your right thigh your whole started feel heavy.
"You're a very dumb bitch."
You hear Tomura growl before your mind blacked out.
You wake up feeling fuzzy, you cannot remember what happened or why you were in this dark room with only a light bulb hanging above you. You tried to bring your hands to your face to rub your eyes but you couldn't move them. They were tightly binded together behind the chair. You tried kicking but no avail they were also tied to the legs of the chair.
You looked around the room, the room was dark and you couldn't see anything in the abyss. Only the little circle where the light shone was illuminated, You gulped, what had you got yourself into?
You squirmed around in your chair trying to break free of the bounds but that was impossible, footsteps resonated in the room and you gasped. A familiar tall figure came into the light, his hair shining under the white light and a deceased hand covering his face hiding a wicked grin.
"Why am I here?" You ask even though you knew the answer, you should just admit it. All this would get by easier.
"You're here because you're a dumb bitch who doesn't know when to stop lying!" Tomura taunts his voice shrilly. He walks towards the table picking up the pocket knife and walks towards you. Dread fills you up as your breath hitches, he stops at front of you placing the knife on your right cheek while his free hand goes to close around your neck.
His eyes narrow at you and can't help but let out a whimper. If he already knew why was he doing this to you? He could have just killed you when he found out.
"You know.." You whisper weakly, he grins madly behind the hand on his face.
"Yes I know, Dabi told me everything." He answers
"Then w–why are yo– what is all this?"
You're met with silence, the hand which grasped your neck leaves it as Tomura removes Father from his face and places it back on the table. He comes back to you this time pressing the knife at front of your throat.
"I absolutely hate people who take advantage of other's feelings. You came in here to collect evidence to put a charge of murder on Hawks? I don't trust you. Never did. This is going to be a lesson for you. For all of you." He says as his red eyes bore into your sorry soul.
The knife which was pressing against your neck had cut into your skin and drew out some blood, he relaxed the knife and pulled out a black smartphone.
"Are you going to kill me?" You meekly ask.
"Oh, you wish I kill you. I will do something worse," You tense up as he holds the smartphone's camera to your face. "Let's make you famous, like your brother!" He smiles his lips cracking which leaves shivers down your spine.
"Now," He says as he grips your jaw with his free hand bringing the phone to your face, "I will ask some questions and you have to answer them? People are watching okay? This is an interview!" Your blood runs cold. What does he mean people are watching? Is he live streaming this?
"What do you mean?" You ask in a low voice which barely passed as a whisper, "Come on, don't tell me you don't know what is going to happen now. This is an interview with Eraserhead's little sister! You are going to tell us about yourself right?"
"Tomura please, no. Anything but this, anything." You plead hoping he would give mercy to you, save you from the embarrassment and possibly the end of your career and life.
"Anything? This is what I want. Now, three..two..one!" He moves back as the camera captures all of you, tied helpless in a chair.
"Hello my dear viewers! Today we're going to be doing a little interview with you will never guess who!" He dramatically calls out, you lower head your hair falls on your face covering it.
"Eraserhead's little sister! I bet you're surprised as well, not a lot of people know she exists! Now!"
Tomura grabs your hair and pulls it roughly directing your face to the camera, "Why don't you tell us your name?" he taunts you, his face is covered by the phone but his eyes peeked from behind it. His hands moves from your hair to your jaw, his thumb pressing on your lips.
You say your pseudonym and as your lips seperate Tomura dips his thumb inside your mouth holding your tongue tightly against floor of your mouth cutting you off. Your first instinct is to bite his thumb but you choose not when he says, "Tell me your name or I'll cut this cute little tongue and leave you here." Your hot breath fans his thumb. "Now I'll let you go, tell us your name."
Biting back tears you let out a tiny whisper.
"Aizawa Y/N" Your voice cracks and you mutter out a sorry directed to everyone watching.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you now. Louder." Tomura growls as tears slip down your cheek, his grip still tight on your and camera looking at your face.
"Aizawa Y/N." You voice is shrilly, trying to contol your tears and to make yourself look stronger.
"Ah! There it is! Everyone, Aizawa Shouta's younger sister Aizawa Y/N!" He calls out with a chuckle. He leaves your face and you lower it again, you cannot look up. The shame, the guilt and fear was eating at you. His hand comes down on your head again but instead of roughly pulling you up by your hair he pats it down.
"Good, now as a reward." His hand comes down to your jaw again this time his pointer and middle finger pressing against your lips, "Open your mouth." he orders and you oblige. His slender and cold fingers enter your mouth, resting on top of your tongue again. Your instincts tell you to bite him but you knew better.
"Suck." He commands. You close your lips around his fingers and do as you're told, he lets out a wicked laugh and brings the phone to your mouth camera capturing your cheeks hollowing against him.
He scrolls through the comments, millions watching the comments were lewd considering he was streaming on an erotic website people just thought this was some fucked up role play.
"This is the hottest slut i've ever seen on this website" Tomura read out the comment, tears flow down from cheek as he turns the phone's screen to you. He was actually streaming this.
The 'live' symbol was at the right most corner of the screen the comments which were degrading you.
('can u fuck her already?i'm getting impatient here bro')
('look at the way this whore dresses,shes basically asking for it')
('dude whos filming this is such a lucky bastard')
('she probably likes all the attention like a naughty little whore')
You saw Tomura's face from the screen his crazed smile looking at and soon the lewd comments changed to concerned ones.
(wtf)
('omg isnt that the league's tomura' )
('wtf this is so fucked up')
('yall report this shit this is literally so fucked up')
He turned the phone around again and pulled out his fingers from your mouth wiping your saliva off on your cheek. Four fingers excluding his pinkie played with the collar of your shirt.
"Y/N, tell me, what are you doing in a place like this? I bet the viewers are wondering what the younger sister of a Pro Hero does as a living?"
The millions of strangers watching this sat in fear, a few bastards aroused by this horrific situation. Who knew that the leader of the villain league was this merciless? Heroes and Government officials watched the stream, pitying you as their tech support tried to pin point the location of the phone but all to vain.
You didn't want to even think about what your family and brother were thinking. This probably wasn't as humiliating to you as it was for your brother. He would have face the public the next day, releasing a false statement that everything was OK and it was under control. You couldn't start to imagine the number of people you were disappointing every second you sat strapped to this chair.
"Who do you work for?" Tomura asked again growling as his eyebrows furrowed.
"The Hero C–Commission," Sobs left your lips as he continued to look down at you like you were a piece of meat cooked and ready to be eaten. "t–the Hero Commision?" He said in a voice pretending to be hurt, "I thought you were working for us! I thought you were working for me! What were those three months about? You sat by my side helping me with my ups and downs. What do you mean the Hero Commision " He angrily growled the last part. You tried to hang your head low but Tomura pulled you by your hair once again making you look directly at the camera.
"Tell them why you're here! They want to know!" The upbeat cheer never leaves his voice. It was as if he was asking you how many pets you had or what was your favorite color.
"I'm here undercover," He lets go of your hair and you head hangs down tears falling on your thighs as you bite your trembling lips to not let out any sounds. Tomura lets out a satisfied hum his fingers reach for your collar once again and he catches it with five fingers and it turns to dust.
"You were sweating. To be honest I don't think its hot in here but guess I did you a favor, hmm?"
He plays with strap of your bra, he leans closer to your face as the camera captures your covered chest. "Won't you thank me?" He whispers into your ear as his free hand moves around your chest groping it and pinching your nipples through your bra until they harden.
"Thank you." You feel his hand move down and on your tight skirt as he disintegrates the material,leaving you bare in your underwear. He moves back with the camera showcasing you in your bra and panties. "Y/N told me she was feeling a little hot so I helped her, don't you think I'm a good person? I'm just like those heroes in a way," He chuckles your head still hangs low he walks up to and pulls your hair forcing you to look at him, "I'm still mad, why are you here undercover? and maybe stop looking at the floor all the time, unless you want me to chop your head off." He lets go of your hair and you continue looking up. "I went undercover to investigate. I went uncover to investigate weather Hawks killed Best Jeanist." Tomura lets of an exaggerated gasp.
"W–What did y–you say? Hawks killed Best Jeanist?"
You couldn't answer anymore. You were weeping, the gravity of the situation set in you couldn't think straight anymore all you wanted was to get out of this mess. Your moans of despair resonated in the room, Tomura looked down at you he was annoyed. He let out a low groan as he scowled down at you, he flicked your forehead, "Stop crying, answer the damn question." he ordered voice dipped in venom.
"Tomura, please let me go.. please stop this." You begged and he scoffed, "Who are you calling 'Tomura'? I'm your boss aren't I?" he pulled you by your hair moving your head back and forth. "Tomura, please no." You pleaded again but no avail he didn't show any mercy.
"You pesky heroes think you can send anyone in here and get away with it? And guess what your precious hero Hawks did kill Best Jeanist. He also killed my ally Twice but I guess you all insects will forgive that. But I am not going to forgive you! Here's a lesson you all will remember."
Tomura brought all of his five fingers on the chair you were sitting on and everything in contact with it turned to dust. You fell on the floor on your back your arms and legs free from the ropes as you laid completely bare on the floor your most intimate parts on full display for Tomura and everyone watching the stream.
You tried to crawl back to escape him but his shoe met your stomach pressing on it making whine in pain, "Are you going to kill me...?" you asked choking on sobs.
He tsked, "No, I will not kill you I already said so didn't I? Now we are not done. Before you decided to come here like a dumb bitch you are, what did you do?" You sense the unfiltered rage in his voice the shoe on your stomach pressed harder. "I worked at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department." You answered, "Why were you fired?" He knew everything didn't he. He was going to make you regret existing.
"Tomura..." You whined and he tsked, "Please, kill me." Tomura scoffed, he was going to force himself on you while talk about every little bad choices that you had made in life you were done for. If he let you out in the world after this you wouldn't be able to face anyone anymore.
His shoe pressed even harder into your stomach, he bent down pinching your hardening nipple and brought the phone to your face. "You're asking me to show you mercy? Too bad Y/N, I'm not a hero. You don't get to die!" He started laughing as your face turned to a terrified one. "Now, tell me, why were you fired?" His hands moved around your body but the camera stayed at your face. You broke down as you explained your affair which had with your lieutenant, when you stopped Tomura gave a wicked laugh he looked down at you with disgust and lust in his eyes."Ereaserhead's little sister is a whore." Tomura grabbed you by your neck and brought you to your knees, you looked up at him only to the camera positioned at front of your face. "Do what whores do the best." The bulge in his pants was hard to ignore you could feel your heartbeat picking up as you hear his belt jingle off while unbuckling his belt the camera recording every move and millions of people eagerly watching.
Soon his pants were discarded and your mouth was around his girth
Your tongue sticks out to lick his length from bottom to top, lubing it up so it would be easier to take it all into your mouth. He let out another loud pant as you licked him from top to bottom.
"Filthy," he spat, his words thick with lust and dominance. "Absolutely filthy," He reemphasized,
Tomura impatiently nudges your lips with the head of his cock, His precum already decorates your lips and chin, and you glance up at him,
Tomura and the viewers are truly mesmerized by the way you swallow his cock as he allows himself to bottom out every time, savouring the feeling of your warm and tight depths around him.
You swallowed around him, trying to ignore the burning sensation in your lungs .You couldn't breathe because of how he blocked your airway, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to breakdown. You swallowed around him again, another low groan meeting your ears.
his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes watering further as you got used to the feeling. and trying not to gag you lifted your head back and began the motion stimulating his cock. He let out a real audible moan now, his hands gripping your hair as you went up and down. A mixture of tears and drool was dripping down your chin, pooling down the floor as you tried to let him take all of himself in your mouth.
You kept the blowjob up until you heard his breath get harder and more erratic with each hit with the back of your throat. He gripped your head and began thrusting hard into your mouth, hissed moans and sounds of pleasure escaped his clenched teeth as he reached his climax fucking your face.
You felt the hot seed burst out in your throat, the warm and bitter liquid sliding down. Tomura's pants were heavy as he slowly pumped into your mouth, the liquid filling your throat as you swallowed it all down.
You popped off of him,your vision blurring with tears,your cheeks damp inhaling more greedy amounts of air. He wiped the drool off of your chin,forcing you on your feet as you struggled to maintained your balance. You noticed the dull ache of your knees, which had been pressed to the floor the entire time.
He brushed a hand through your hair, crouching matching your height. "Do you like being a whore? "
He gripped your thigh and his fingers crawled upwards, "Instead of working hard like everyone in the society did u like getting on your knees and sucking off your boss? ''
His hands squeezed your ass up, as the smartphone was pointed to your face
You hiccuped nodding slowly
"A filthy slut like you always needs a dick or two in your mouth. Am I correct?" He asks, knowing exactly what his words are doing to you. You whine a little louder wishing for this all to be over, and when you don't answer he grabs your hips with his rough hands,Your legs splay out in front the camera, standing between them and smirking down at you.
"Bend over. give us a little show." You bend over the table as he guides you, leaning into the hard cold wood under you. You feel his knee between your legs, nudging them open for his inspection,You knew what was coming his fingers rubbed your slit and camera positioned directly above it. You feel the brush of his warm breath over your exposed pussy, wet and aching.
You felt him position himself at your entrance. You couldn’t think straight now,You could feel heat begin to pool at his words and you blushed. What was wrong with you?
He pushed your legs apart and admired you, all exposed for him. He licked his lips. "look at you,your'e dripping." " I bet you love it. What a dirty fucking slut you are, getting turned on by people watching this slutty little pussy get fucked,"
"Am I correct?" he says more sternly, a glimmer of excitement in his warning gaze.
"Yes, sir," you answer.
''I- I cant''
“You can and you will,” he says dismissively, his hand already wrapping itself into your hair. “Now take my cock like the whore you are.”
You arch your back, spreading your legs further to take Tomura's pounding.
Tomura moaned above you as he kept thrusting faster and harder. He lowered his head sucking and biting on your neck.He groaned thrusting into you from behind giving your ass a hard slap. You moaned biting your bottom lip. He kept pounding your pussy grabbing your hair in his other fist. The footage on the camera became shakey and blurry.
Sliding his hands over your thighs, he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, and a silent moan erupts from you. This angle allows his cock to reach even deeper, and your cries turn to deep moans as Tomura hits hard and deep with every single thrust,feeling the eyes of the viewers on him
He let out a soft growl in your ear before thrusting faster. "''You're such a good little slut , taking whatever my cock gives you''"
He almost doesn't want to cum, but then he imagines what your pussy would look like all filled with cum, his cum, and the thought alone urges him to slam into you harder.
"God, fuck, I'm cumming, take it, take it all you cocksleeve."
''T- Tomura'' you gasped
You felt sick, as if you were going to pass out.
this livestream has ended
You laid lifeless on the table as you felt his cum dripping our of your abused hole. Your eyes narrowed and you felt something wet prod your lips. You tried to move your head back but his hand pushed you into a deeper kiss.
The last thing you could remember was him kissing you.
<Feedbacks are really appreciated >
artwork isn’t mine **
