Massaging Kaiser's strained thigh after practice and deep-throating him to oblivion <3
No tw needed, its all in the title thehe
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The heavy front door of your shared apartment rattled on its hinges as Michael Kaiser threw his towering frame inside. He slammed it shut with a thud, kicking off his cleats with a venomous grunt.
"Micha? Are you okay?" You asked, looking up from your phone screen, your body nestled and curled in on itself on the couch.
"Verdammt noch mal!" He growled, ripping off his training jacket and tossing it blindly onto the floor. "That coach is an absolute idiot! An amateur. He kept demanding more and more. Idioten, alle miteinander!" He marched over to the couch, his chest heaving, radiating an aura of pure, petulant fury.
Without waiting for an invitation, he collapsed heavily right next to you, burying his face in his large hands. Then with a dramatic, exaggerated groan, he shifted and hoisted his right leg onto your lap.
"Fix it" he demanded, his voice dropping to a low rasp "My right thigh. I strained it on the last sprint because that worthless trainer doesn't know when to stop. Its completely locked up. Mach schon, look at it."
Looking down, you were immediately struck by the sheer, imposing scale of his lower body. As an elite striker, Michael's thighs were nothing short of monstrous, menacing power packed into dense muscle.
Now, stripped down to his tight training shorts, the raw anatomy of his quadriceps was on full display. The muscle group was so massive it felt heavy across your lap, a solid, throbbing wall of meat that was locked tight into a knot.
You squirted a generous amount of massage oil into your hands, rubbing them together before placing your palms onto the hard, burning surface of his upper thigh. The moment you pressed down, pushing your thumbs firmly into the thick furrow between his quad muscles, Kaiser let out a sharp, pathetic whine.
"Ah! Scheiße, be careful!" He barked, his face immediately scrunching up. He crossed his arms over his chest, sinking deeper into the couch cushions and pouting like a giant, spoiled cat. "Youre doing it too hard! Do you want me to be crippled for my next match? Unglaublich..."
"Micha, I have to use pressure to get the knot out." You reasoned softly, your fingers sliding up the massive, flaring curve of his outer thigh, trying to flush the lactic acid upward toward his hip.
He grumbled something incoherent under his breath, staring up at the ceiling with his cheeks slightly flushed, acting entirely like a toddler throwing a fit.
But then, as your fingers kept pressing into his thigh so gently, so lovingly and almost worshipful...? He couldn't help the way blood traveled south fast despite how hard he tried, and failed, to suppress it. He let out a low groan before he could even stop it.
Your ears perked up at the sound, sounding too much like a moan to be out of pure relief. Your eyes traveled up his thigh, settling onto the obvious arousal straining at the fabric of his compression shorts, jumping shamelessly when Kaiser saw your gaze on it.
"You're hard" you observed, stating it plainly just like the fact it was, moving your hand up his thigh and letting your fingers grope and knead at his hard cock through his shorts. "Want me to help with that as well?"
He swallowed hard, staring down at you through his blond, long lashes, cheeks tinged a warm maroon, and then he exhaled through flared nostrils like a bull releasing steam after being chased for hours. "...Ja" he grumbled, half stubborn with pride, half already surrendering to your allure.
You smiled, barely there, not wanting him to feel embarrassed even more and back up from this. Then, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and black boxers, tugging at them with a silent request in your eyes.
He huffed with a small pout, lifting his hips slightly and letting you slide off the remaining of his clothes completely, you carelessly disregarding them to the corner of the room. There he was, naked from waist down, in all his usual glory.
You hummed appreciatively at the sight of his thick cock, resting on his hard abs and smearing precum on the pale skin there, twitching ocassionaly under your intense gaze. He smelled faintly of sweat and his usual manly musk, not having had a chance to shower properly since this morning. And honestly, you didnt mind. It only made you even hornier while Kaiser scrunched his nose up in that cute way of his at the filth of it all. God, he already felt like showering.
All his thoughts about needing to upkeep his usual hygiene were thrown out of the window as you lunched forward, stuffing your face in between his legs and inhaling deeply, making him throb in shame and arousal at how nasty you were being "Lass dass. It's gross, I havent even showered..." He mumbled, hissing as you only pressed further, sticking out your tongue and licking messily in between his tightly drawn up balls.
His rough, tattooed hand reached down immediately, lacing his thick fingers through your hair and pulling your face away from his groin, staring down at you with those icy blue eyes of his. Burning with arousal so deep it made his pupils blown wide, black almost swallowing the regal blue of his irises.
He exhaled shakily, reaching down with his other hand and grabbing himself by the base of his cock, giving a few firm strokes to spread his precum properly before guiding his leaking tip to your lips, pressing, urging it in "Yeah...take it" he growled.
You hummed in pure pleasure as the familiar taste of his bitter precum hit your tongue, lapping at his slit hungrily and hollowing your cheeks out. "Fuck.." he threw his head back against the couch, throat bobbing slightly with each shallow breath he took.
His chest heaved sharply when you decided to take matter into your own hands, taking his cock deep into your throat and pushing past your gag reflex, blinking away tears because- fuck, the way his abs clenched and the guttural moan he let out?- it was worth it. So fucking worth it.
"Liebling--" That tight, throaty resonance around his pulsing cock as you moaned around him, wrapped so tightly inside you, was enough to make him lose his mind.
And he was.
But then, you swallowed around him. Swallowed. With his shaft still plunged deeply into your tight, wet throat.
His back arched off the couch, a sharp gasp tearing from his lungs that sounded more animal than human "Scheiße!-"
You started bobbing your head, taking more and more of him each time until your nose started hitting his pelvis.
Kaiser couldn't breathe. It was like his lungs had forgotten how to work. Every nerve in his body zeroed in on one single point: your lips, wet, swollen from stretching around him, and the obscene slide of you taking more of his fat, glistening cock into that heaven.
He was seeing stars. Actual stars.
Floating behind closed eyelids while a low, continous moan vibrated from deep within him, one long sound that never stopped, just raising higher in pitch every time you swallowed or massaged a sensitive spot on his overloaded cock with your tongue.
He was done pretending his hips weren't willing to move.
Kaiser thrust. Not gentle, nor controlled.
A sudden, powerful jerk of his hips, driven by pure, primal need as the dam finally broke. His cock plunged deeper into your overused throat, chasing that tight feeling, that heat with zero finesse.
The first hot pulse came almost instantly, a thick rope of cum shooting straight down your throat as he moaned, loud and unrestrained. "G-Gott..!"
More followed in rapid succession, heavy spurts pulsing from him in waves as he came hard, so hard it burnt at the base of his spine, each throb pushing another moan out between gritted teeth.
And just as you thought he was finished and you could finally pull back to breathe, he lifted his heavy thighs, so juicy and huge, and wrapped them around your head to pull you deeper into his groin, pushing you into a possessive headlock, like he never wanted to let go, while his toes curled into his socks, balls tightening against your chin.
You panicked slightly, tapping his thigh rapidly to signal you needed air, to which he finally snapped out of it, shuddering violently and releasing your head with a final, long groan, draping a strong forearm over his eyes while his lips kept parted to catch his breath.
You choked slightly, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand to get off excess saliva, heaving as you stared up at him. He was wrecked. Your hands moved to gently caress his thighs, kissing along the insides of them as he came back down to you, lifting his arm slightly to crack an eye open and look down at you.
Without a second of hesitation, he reached down, tugging you up into his lap by your hair and pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, overloaded with gratitude and affection while he glid his tongue against yours, not even caring about the taste of himself on you.
When he pulled back, it was only to rest his sweaty forehead against yours, mumbling soft words meant only for you, lips dragging over yours with each syllable "Mein Himmel... Mein Engel... made me cum so hard. I just have to return the favor now, hm?"
You nodded eagerly, panties soaked through already.
Michael Kaiser loves fucking his girlfriend on the field
Tw: public sex, reader is afab, dom Kaiser, sub reader, unhinged wording, p in v, creampie, slapping, rough sex, degrading, praise, squirting, Michael is kinda toxic.
Youve been dating Michael Kaiser for months now, and you were still getting used to the thrill of it all. He was Germany's best striker. Europe's golden boy as others would say. The fame around his persona wasnt one to joke about.
It took you a long while to get used to the hate comments on your social media from obsessed fans, and from being recognized as Kaisers girlfriend while simply getting groceries.
But what you mostly didnt expect was how despite Kaiser being the one who approached you first, he was as cold to you as he was to everyone else he deemed lower than his regal self.
Sure, youve heard a thing or two about Kaiser being an arrogant bastard who thrilled on praise that boosted his wounded ego hidden well behind walls of narcissism from your friends who were obsessed with soccer - you didnt know much about it. Never was really interested in watching grown ass men running after a ball.
But as the love bombing of his expensive gifts and constant compliments over the few weeks before you started dating faded, it quickly got replaced by him treating you harshly once he had you as his. You noticed, of course you did, but... you were already too deep into love with the man, harboring huge feelings for him and holding onto hope that one day his past self would return magically.
Truth was, Kaiser didnt hate you. No, far from that. He was terrified of how much of this weird, annoying warm feeling that was nagging at his chest uncomfortably you were awakening in him. He hated it. It disgusted him. Made him feel weak and helpless and out of control.
Could he be blamed? He was never loved the way you loved him. Not unconditionally and despite acknowledging how much of a jerk he could be towards you, despite being aware of how poorly he treated you, you still stayed by his side.
It unleashed something primal deep in him. He has started getting paranoid thoughts and dreams about you leaving him late at night, waking up startled and staring at your curled up, sleeping form next to him under his bedsheets until dawn creeped on the two of you.
He realized he couldn't bare the thought of you one day realizing he doesnt deserve you. He would do anything it took to keep you as his forever. It made him controlling, possessive and irrationally jealous of anyone who dared look your way. He even made you his personal assistant to always have you next to him, abusing his status and importance on the team to do so.
Michael Kaiser was helpless towards his own fears and insecurities when it came to you.
. . . . . .
It was practice break where players stood discarded around the field, catching their breath and dripping with sweat, jerseys clinging to their bodies. Your eyes fell on Kaiser, sitting down on a more secluded bench, head hanging low with his forearms resting limp on his knees.
He looked disappointed. Bitter. Today wasnt his best one, slipping up a bit during drills. And it didnt help that Ness was standing there, frantically offering him anything that could help boost his mood while Kaiser scrunched his nose up in irritation at his clinginess.
You took a bottle of water from the stock, approaching him slowly and giving Ness a small polite smile, letting him know you would handle it. Ness took the message, smiling back at you in that sweet way of his and walking away to rewind his mind a bit.
"Micha..here" you mumbled hesitantly, holding out the water towards him. "Youve trained hard today"
He didn't look up immediately. His chest rose and fell fast, the number 10 displayed largely on his broad chest, jersey clinging to his damp, defined muscles.
Eventually, he lifted his head, predatory narrow eyes meeting yours with a hint of disdain and stubbornness. His hand lifted slowly, before slapping the bottle out of your hand disrespectfully, it falling to the ground with a soft thud.
"What do you think youre doing, schatz?" His voice was rough, low, blue eyes holding nothing but disgust at the mere implication that you thought he needed help right now. "Im perfectly fine, I dont need your pity."
You frowned, blinking at him in confusion. You kneeled down just enough to grab the disregarded bottle, placing it next to him on the bench instead. "I wasnt pitying you. I just care about you."
"Youd better be of actual help instead of worrying about a little sweat on me. If your clown brain cant even comprehend the responsibilities owned by you as my assistant, maybe I should consider talking to the management to replace you with someone who is actually competent." He spat out.
You pause, feeling your heart clenching with hurt at how mean, even meaner than usual, he was being today. You turned your head slightly, trying your best not to show him how his words affected you so that he wouldn't taunt you further.
"Awh..youre gonna cry now?" He mocked, tilting his head up at you "afraid that ill actually find someone else and leave you alone with your miserable, good for nothing life?"
"Micha, stop." You finally mustered the courage to speak back at him, still not meeting his gaze though. "You know what?...fine."
What?
His heart stuttered.
"If you truly despise me that much and find me so useless...maybe it is for the best for us to split up. Both professionally and personally." You said eventually, a small sigh of surrender mixed with defeat tumbling from between your parted lips.
No. No no no no no.
You were supposed to fall down to your knees, begging him for forgiveness, clinging to him and tell him how much you adored him. This wasnt what he wanted!
He stood up abruptly, grabbing your hand with such a strong grip it actually hurt you. He didnt care. He tugged you forcefully towards him, his other hand coming up to hold you by the jaw, pressing his forehead to yours firmly. "Who do you think you are?..Since when do you think you have the right to break it off with me?"
You squinted your eyes, adrenaline kicking through your veins at the venom he was hissing out through gritted teeth. You gulped, trying weakly "Y-You said-"
"The fuck does it matter what I said?!"
Silence followed, heavy enough to cut through with a knife, the heads of his teammates turning towards you to look at the scene.
Kaiser was aware. He felt stares from meters away.
So instead of continuing this, he let go off you completely, stepping back to put some distance in between the two of you until the rest of the people on the field would turn back to their own business.
"You dont get to do that to me. After everything I did for you. I spoiled you rotten. You live in my apartment, I support you financially. Youre dating the best striker on here." He continued, keeping his voice low now, his jaw clenched tightly.
"You were the one who said you wanted to replace me!" You snapped, shaking your head at him in disbelief at the ridiculousness of this all.
"I dont fucking mean it!" A beat.
"You should know that.." His voice was lower now, almost...vulnerable? In a way. "...I thought you of all people would know that."
As you kept silent, not saying anything back because you didnt know what would help comfort him, panic creeped up on him at your lack or reaction. Mixed with a pit of shame and embarrassment.
"Dont leave me. Please, dont leave me..." His voice cracked, and under any other circumstance he would have felt pathetic. Disgusted with himself even.
But not now. Not when he felt like you could actually abandon him, just like his mom did once.
Your eyes widened. Youve never seen him look so utterly lost. With a shaky breath, you leaned in, cupping his cheek gently and caressing it "I wont leave you, its fine, micha..."
Victory.
A dark thrill filled up his chest at your words. He won. You were still his, after all. He let out a short huff of relief and hysteric amusement. You wouldnt leave him. He knew you would not. How stupid of him to get scared for nothing like this. Of course you still needed him...right? Right??
In a split second, he reached up, catching your smaller hand still resting on his cheek and his thick fingers curled around your wrist tightly. Then he was dragging you off the field onto the one reserved for the public in fast strides.
"Micha, wait-! What are you.." you trailed off, stumbling as you struggled to keep up with his speed. He didnt answer, didnt even look back, just kept running off to anywhere closest to where he could have you. He needed you now and he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.
As you finally reach the middle of the stadium, he let go off your wrist. Turning around sharply to loom over you with his tall frame, his lips parted to let out ragged breaths. His eyes were digging holes into you with the intensity of his stare.
Just as you were about to question him again, he lunched forward, one hand tangling into your hair and curling it around his fist to guide your head exactly how he wanted and the other digging into the flesh of your waist, pulling you flush against his damp jersey. His mouth was on yours in a second, dragging his lips firmly along yours in a heated kiss.
Claiming you as his. You were his property, his to use, his to hurt and his to please. His to treat however he felt like.
He groaned low in his throat when he felt your shaky hands settle on his broad shoulders, and it fueled him even more. Opening his lips wider and stuffing your mouth with his tongue in a filthy way, letting his saliva mix with yours.
The air around them, chilly from the evening air, was filled with wet noises of spit covered lips smacking together and parting only for moments before reconnecting hungrily as he sloppily made out with you right on the field where anyone could walk in. And he truly couldn't give a single fuck.
Let them see. Let everyone see how much power he held over you.
You whined as he broke the kiss to trail his swollen lips over the expanse of your neck, his sharp teeth nipping at the spot where it met your shoulder while his hand shifted lower down your body, traveling all the way down to the waistband of your pants and gliding his rough palm under your panties, kneading at the flesh of your ass with no gentleness whatsoever.
God, he was so filthy, so...so unhinged it made you lose your mind with greed for him.
"Micha-" you gasped out, tilting your head obediently as he sucked deep purple marks on your skin.
"Scheiße..." he murmured into your wet skin as his thick fingers spread your pussy lips apart from behind you, dragging his middle finger in between soaked through folds and groaning at the slick squelch. "You're so wet already, fuck..!"
He couldnt take it anymore. His cock was painfully hard under his training shorts that suddenly felt way too tight to be comfortable. Leaking precum like a hormonal teenager and making him feel even weaker than he thought he was. He was a grown ass man, soiling the front of his boxers with sticky arousal from a mere kiss with his girlfriend. How utterly pathetic.
With another trail of German curses slipping out from between his clenched teeth, he spun you around quickly, hand finding the back of your neck to guide you down on your knees. He followed right after, thick knees hitting the grass covered field while both his large hands settled on the small of your back, pushing until you fell on all fours in front of him with a surprised sound.
"Arch properly" He commanded with a click of his tongue, growing impatient with you. You obeyed with a whimper, arching slightly for him but no, he wasnt satisfied with it. Not even close. His fingers curled around the back of your neck, pushing you further down into the ground and pressing your flushed cheek into the grass. "Thats better. Genau so." (Just like that)
You shivered as the chilly air hit your exposed cunt once he pulled your pants down roughly, pushing your panties to the side and licking over his lips at the sight. Two of his fingers ran up and down your slit.
"Look at you..Just begging for me to fuck you, right here...where anyone could see you..." he whispered, staring at his fingers soaking with your wetness in silent awe "you're such a good slut for me...hm?"
You nodded the best you could, wiggling your hips at him, wanting to feel him inside of you already.
"Yeah...damn right you are" he chuckled, the sound rich and vibrating through his broad chest. You heard shuffling behind you, ears perked up in hunger. He hurriedly snatched his shorts down along with his boxers, just enough to free his throbbing erection, slapping against his abs, pale, tip pink and pretty, hissing when his fingers wrapped around the base of him, giving a few firm strokes.
Fuck, he was so hard it was painful.
After a moment or two of pumping and fisting his erect cock, slicking up the whole shaft and squirting out more dribbles of precum, he finally shifted on his knees, practically caging your plush thighs in between his own, muscular ones, thick with years of soccer.
His fingers trembled at his base as he guided himself to your sopping entrance, nudging his fat tip, swollen with pumping blood at your wetness, unable to control his grunts as he rubbed his cockhead in between your starving folds.
His other hand, inked with his intricate tattoo, came up to slap at the jiggly flesh of your ass as you whined in impatience, soothing it after with surprising tenderness.
Another beat of silence passed.
"Im going in" was his only warning before you were left speechless, stuffing you full of his massive shaft in one swift motion, throwing his head back against his shoulders as dim light caught his throat bobbing, working around holding in his groans of pleasure while you withered under him in burning pain.
It hurt, it hurt so good it made your tummy churn with arousal and your knees feel week.
"Schatz...youre so soft.." he choked out, giving you roughly half a minute to adjust to his size when he finally started moving, dragging his hard dick in and out of your clinging walls, molding your insides to fit his shape perfectly.
Kaiser isnt gentle. Hes feral. A predator claiming his mate in the middle of a sacred place, where fans cheer for him, where cameras exist.. and yet right now? Only you exist.
Each snap of his hips is punishing, deep, hard and unforgiving. Your body takes it all because it was made for this, to be filled by Michael Kaiser. No one else could stretch you out as good as he always did.
And god, the sounds? Your moans echo across the empty field, slapping skin, wet squelches as your pussy lips soak his cock with a frothy ring of dirty arousal. The sharp smacks of his strong hand against your hips, the same one that signed a million contract yesterday.
And above it all? His thick voice, pouring out german insults into the air, filthy curses. "Verdammt...du bist so eng... mein Hure... meine kleine Schlampe.." (Damn it, youre so tight... my slut... my little whore)
His hand reached from under you to tug your shirt up, along with your bra, letting your breasts spill free and bounce lewdly with each smack of his strong hips against yours. His fingers pinched and rolled at one of your nipples, making you arch further.
You were approaching your orgasm fast, eyes crossing and losing focus while you drooled messily onto the grass underneath you, slutty moans escaping your trembling lips, tears sliding down your cheeks. "T-too much..! Slow...slow down!" You gasped out.
"You wanted it. Take it now." He snarls, your pathetic cries only fueling him on further, doing wonders to his wounded ego. "Stop whining like a fucking whore...shit....get some- god...get some dignity.!" He kept grunting and hissing.
Your body jiggles with every impact. Breasts bouncing wildly, stomach compressing from the force inside, thighs trembling as his hips crash into them again and again.
"I- im gonna...-! Wait, 's gonna make a mess!" You warned, choking on your whines and whimpers. This didnt feel like just an orgasm anymore. You felt like you were about to squirt.
Kaiser grins, increasing his pace despite your weak protests. Oh, he loved messes. Especially when he was the cause of them.
"Let go then" he growled, chasing that feeling for you "squirt all over me. Fucking nasty" he leans forward slightly, crushing you with his hard muscles to watch your face, the tears, the drool, the way your lips tremble, and then looks down at where his fat cock disappears inside of you... mesmerized.
One hand reaches down, hunching his body around yours uncomfortably to press shaky fingers onto your swollen clit, rubbing in tight circles while his cock kept drilling into you, pressing harder into that spot inside of you that made you tremble and see stars. "Come on, liebling...give it to me...my good girl...my perfect woman.."
That was it.
You shattered, screaming his name as your cunt clamped hard around him, pulling him in deeper each time he dragged his cock out, making him choke out and stutter in his movements.
You couldnt hear anything except your own heart pounding in your ears, couldnt see anything but white bliss, edges of your vision blurred, mind turned to mush as endorphins exploded throughout your whole body, pussy spraying thin liquid all over his abs and soaking his shorts with it, making him actually whimper at the sight.
He did this to you. Him, with his cock alone.
"Fuck..!" He was struggling to breathe, slamming into you one last time, even that thrust broken now, wavering, stilling when his sharp v line met with the curve of your ass and collapsing on top of you.
You could vividly make out the familiar sound of his voice, accompanied by his heavy breathing and you could most definitely feel the way his shaft twitched wildly within your pulsing walls, pumping rope after rope of thick, sticky cum into your womb, so much that it spilled out around his cock and dripped down onto the field beneath both your violently trembling bodies.
"So good for me...did so well, schatz" he whispered, pressing frantic kisses along the back of your shoulders, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your own damp skin.
He pulled out with a soft sigh, satisfied, running his fingers through the mess he made, proudly and parting your puffy lips apart to watch the globs of his potent cum leaking out obscenely.
You turned your head lazily, gazing at him from over your shoulder, your heart warm and your body pleased. "Micha...I love you" you whispered to him, making him still.
His heart raced. His eyes softened. Fuck...you were making him so weak. He hated you for that, but...
He cupped your cheek, brushing your lower lip with his thumb while his half lidded, blue hues searched your face for any signs of lies... finding pure devotion and love. He swallowed the forming lump in his throat, blinking fast just in case tears would come out.
"I know.." he whispered eventually, voice raw with unspoken feelings. He didnt say he loved you back. He couldnt. Not yet, not with how vulnerable he was already feeling by realizing he was finally loved.
Yet you saw it. You knew he did, by the way he leaned in and kissed your forehead, by the gentle way he helped you up to your legs and by the way he draped a lazy arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side protectively, by the way he kept smothering your head with kisses as the two of you started walking to the locker room, sneaking around the facility.
"Youre never leaving my side. I wont let you" he confessed in a strained whisper, keeping his eyes focused ahead, his hand caressing your arm softly.
He meant every word, and it made your chest bloom with even more adoration for him.
Tomura showing a rare vulnerability after comforting, or at least trying to comfort you about your insecurities <3
He was passing by your room to get some water when he heard sobbing, walking in and finding you laying in your bed, covered by your blanket up to your head. "You crying?" He rasped, seemingly unbothered by it, just curious.
You snap your head up, eyes widening slightly at seeing Shigaraki stand in front or your bed, nonchalantly staring you down. "No.. I'm not, I'm okay" you stated, wiping away your tears and knowing he wouldn't care about your reasons anyway. He never did, not when you were displaying any kind of emotions that were irritating for him, to say the least.
"I'm not blind. Neither dumb." He mutters, kneeling down to get a better look at your teary, puffy eyes. "Why are you crying?"
You blinked at him in confusion, the fact that he insisted on details unusual to his coldness. With a sigh, you decide to give in and justify your tears "I was... feeling insecure.." you mumbled, eyes looking away from his.
"Of what? Go on, finish your thought" he urged you on, gaze intensely focused on you, crimson eyes making you feel intimidated.
"Of my looks.. I'm not pretty enough, never am." You felt tears gathering up in your eyes once again as the words slipped past your lips, feeling utterly unworthy of anyone's attention or love. "I don't have a model face... my body's ugly, nothing is special about my looks-"
"Dumbass..." Shigaraki scoffed, standing up only to sit right beside you on the bed, pulling you up by your wrist forcefully and wrapping his arms around you, making you melt at his touch and gasp in surprise.
"I'm not good at this stuff, you know it perfectly. Yet you still make me have to comfort you because you're too naive to see past banalities..." His voice rumbled through his chest, fingers tracing through your hair unexpectedly softly. "You're pretty, I think you're pretty."
"So... don't cry, please" he adds, quiet plea warming your heart up, hands clinging to his body with eagerness while you nuzzled your face in his strong chest, feeling it raise up and fall down with each of his breaths "you know I mean it when I say something like this"
"...m'kay.. I won't" you sighed softly as you calmed down, wiping away any remaining tears as you stared into his eyes adoringly. "How come someone who wishes to destroy the world is able of being so gentle and wholesome..?"
"You bring out a softer side of me..." He leans in, pressing his lip against your forehead as he whispers into your ear "You make me vulnerable... and I'm not used to that..."
"Are you scared of that?.." you asked softly, looking up at him as your fingers trace patters on the back of his waist.
"...a little" he replies after a silent moment "I hate how vulnerable you make me feel... you have a way of making me forget myself... forget my mission. forget my hatred... forget the world..."
"And sometimes it terrifies me" his confession thickened the air, Shigaraki becoming visually awkward and tense despite admitting some of his most sensitive fears himself.
You lean in to kiss his cheek, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and simply holding his gaze with care, heart longing to make him feel loved "you know I love you, Tenko"
His arms tighten up around your waist at your words and he buries his face in the crook of your neck "Don't say that.. I don't do the whole 'love thing', you're aware of that"
And yet his words sounded way too bare, way too raw with the emotion pooling admist his denial of your feelings. "I don't want to feel that disgust with myself, don't want to end up hurting you with how harsh I can be."
You smile warmly at his words "I won't leave, if that's what you're talking about... I'll never leave, no matter how you treat me, I'll always stay here, because I love you, and I can't bring myself to leave your side." you whispered, carding fingers through his hair and gently caressing his scalp.
"And that's exactly why I'm afraid to love you..." he tightens his fingers around your waist "because if I end up losing you, my life will crumble to nothing but destruction, becoming dull again."
"Who knew you'd be such a gentle, sweet boy underneath that cruel facade you're always with on..." you mumbled, smiling against his shoulder, placing soft kisses on his dry skin "does it hurt when I touch you there, baby?" You muttered, careful with the itchy and dry skin of his neck.
He squirms slightly as you kiss his neck, his head rolling around slightly as he presses his forehead against your shoulder. "The fact that you think I actually have a kind side is laughable," his voice is thick with emotion.
His hand travels slightly down your waist and up, coming close to your hip. "As for your question, yes... yes it hurts, but it hurts so good,"' he whispers, his voice soft and tender.
"Sorry... didn't wanna make it hurt, handsome.." you said softly, lips moving to his jawline instead, tongue slowly dragging alongside on it, moaning against his skin as your kisses got hungrier, needier. "And you think you dont..? Have a kind side?" You mumbled, not minding the thought, only finding it hotter.
His body shivers at your kisses, eyes rolling back and lips parting slightly "God... I hate how much you crave my touch, I hate how much you want me and I hate the way your love makes me so soft." He grunts, voice getting raspy "Damn you for bringing this out of me"
"Can't help it" you say between sucking and lapping at his skin "I love you too much" your kisses trail down further to his throat, to his shoulders, to his chest and make his skin tingle with goosebumps.
Shigaraki groans, sighing heavily "gods damn you... gods damn you, you make me weak" a soft moan escapes him in the heat of the moment, and you cradle closer to him, indulging in the rare opportunity of seeing him like this, savoring each taste of it.
cw: bdsm, degrading, violence, mentions of death, rough sex, both oral and vaginal, reader is a female, humiliation, autassassinophilia, dacryphillia, sliiiightest praise kink.
You woke up in the middle of the night due to incoherent mumbling and chanting disturbing your sleep. Groaning, you rub your eyes and yawn before standing up and out of your bed, it was only your second day living with the League of villains and you're already having trouble sleeping.
Slowly, you walk out of your room, hesitantly stepping closer and closer to where all the mumbling came from, leading you to Shigaraki's lair. "All these good for nothing heroes, all these pathetic losers thinking they're better than us in so many ways..! They make me so mad I sometimes think of unraveling and destroying everything around me..." Shigaraki's prominent voice is heard, raspy whispers coming out in shaky chuckles and manic laughing.
You stand there in silence, listening to all his nonsense babbling and feeling remorse for him. It was stupid, the last thing Shigaraki would ever want is people feeling pity for him, yet you couldn't help but feel a little bad for the villain. Sighing, you turn to leave, but stop all together when a particular plank you step on makes a high pitched, squeaky noise.
You hold still, holding your breath as you beg for Tomura not to have heard you, your heart pumping faster then ever before, adrenaline rushing through your body. How would you ever explain your presence near his door in the middle of the night to him? Hell, he would probably not even give you a chance at explaining yourself if he found out you've heard him talking to himself in such an intimate moment.
Shigaraki turns his head abruptly to where the noise came from, slowly moving to fiddle with the door handle as if to unlock it. "Who's there?" His voice resonates through the thin walls, his other hand coming up to his neck as he's started to feel frustrated, scratching at the dry skin relentlessly as he grunts quietly. Nevertheless, he already has a pretty good idea on who it could be behind the door due to the familiar presence lingering in the air.
"Shit..." you curse under your breath, wanting to slap yourself for your own stupidity before sighing and accepting your fate. "It's me, I'm sorry if I had bothered you in any way, I'll leave you be. Sorry again, boss." You muttered, trying to make your way out of the situation and escape without any damage. Clearly it wasn't going to be that easy, was it?
"No you fucking won't" He snaps as he opens the door, revealing his hunched figure and his clearly disturbed face expression, red eyes staring you up and down. He moves slightly to the side, as if leaving room for you to enter. "You've come for a reason, haven't you? You've got at least some sort of brain inside your head, haven't you?? I'm sure you had a good, undeniable reason to make your presence known at 3 AM in the morning, right?" He urges you on, a cynic smile making it's way on his chapped lips, grin so wide it already made you feel uneasy.
You gulped, feeling your knees grow weak as you decide not to push his limits any further, stepping inside the room and letting him close the door behind you. Your eyes widen as you hear the lock click twice, signaling that Shigaraki's locked the door, meaning you wouldn't be able to leave this room willingly anytime soon. Another anxious thought washes over you, overlapping your previous worry by fear as he walks in front of you, one of his fingers pointing at a chair, a silent order for you to sit down.
You oblige immediately, wobbly feet carrying you to the chair as you take your place in it, hands placing themselves on your knees as your gaze fixates on the floor, unable and not wanting to meet his piercing gaze for now. It doesn't stop you from hearing his infuriated voice as he gets closer to you.
"Say now.. what could be so important that it was worth disturbing my peace in the middle of the night?" He asks sternly, red eyes staring down at your smaller figure and intimidating you without any additional effort. You ought not to speak, can't speak as a knot ties itself up in your throat, lips pressing themselves together as you can practically feel his gaze devouring you whole.
As moments of silence pass by, Shigaraki loses his patience, a stinging and sudden pain inflicting on your cheek and snapping you out of your trance as you're forced to meet his eyes, his two fingers slapping your cheek harshly as you gasp due to the pain and shock you're experiencing. "I told you to speak!" He groans, shaking his hand slightly as he's felt the slap himself. "Useless waste of oxygen, making me lose my precious time with things like this..."
You bring up a hand to cover up your already forming bruise, parted lips and widened eyes staring up at him as you felt a tear slip down your cheek. "I've just..." you don't get to finish your sentence as another slap of his fingers land on your other cheek, small chuckles leaving his mouth breathily.
"You've just.. you've just..." He mocks in your own tone, grabbing your chin forcefully and bringing your face upwards, so close to his own face that you can feel his ragged breath on your skin. "You're just too dumb to think, aren't you? Not able to think of anything at all with that worthless mind of yours, ain't I right? Huh? Speak!" He spits out, gritted teeth building up another grin as he awaits your next words.
Your cheeks burn, not only from the pain he's lingered on you, but from shame and embarrassment too, ashamed of yourself for feeling... aroused at the moment of humiliation you were involved in. You feel wetness sip down into your panties, forming a visible patch on them and you're even more worried now as you think of the possibility of leaving a wet spot on the cushion chair you're sat in.
"Mhmm.." you mumbled, nodding at his accusations as your lower lip wobbled softly, sobbing quietly as your teary eyes stared up into his, nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your top at the sight of him, at the danger of his almost whole hand grasping at your chin.
Surprisingly for him, you don't even try to fight back, you're not even struggling against his grip as he strengthens it up, practically pinching your skin now. He laughs suddenly, eyes not breaking contact with yours as he pulled your face closer to his "Whats that..? It seems you're enjoying this whole act, aren't you, whore?" He leans down to whisper in your ear "Do you like this? Is your pussy begging to be filled? Is it why you've come to my door in the middle of the night, hm? To beg for cock?..." One of his hands slides down to your tits, thumb grazing over your already hardened nipple as you bite back a moan once he tightly tugs on it.
"Please.." you beg, biting down your lip to quiet down your sounds at the pressure he was applying to your chest, pressing your thighs together in a desperate attempt to relief down your arousal.
You've always found Tomura attractive, you were sure everyone in the league noticed your gaze lingering on him for a little too long during any encounters with the heroes. You've just never thought about the possibility of him noticing you. With the way he was always focused on his only goal in life, with the way he never cared for anything else in the world, you had no hopes for actually finding yourself in such a heated situation with him.
"Now you're begging? Ha..! Filthy whore, nasty, dirty slut... What're you even begging for, do you know?" He mutters, grinning down at you as his fingers trail back up to your neck, not quite closing around it before you felt his teeth graze and scratch over the lobe of your ear. You whimper, shaking softly as you feel the way his fingers begin to close around your jugular "You of all the people should be aware of my quirk..." you feel his lips curl up in a gruesome smirk "what is it that you want? I'm one finger away from killing you right now... s'that what you're so prettily pleading for?"
Tears flood down your face, straight up crying now yet you can't help it with the fear you're experiencing, can't help it with the way it feels just too wrong to feel so aroused by this. "..I want your cock..." you finally speak up, bold words and demand hesitantly leaving your mouth.
The room is silent for a good second as Tomura releases the strong hold on your neck, his hand now moving upwards to hold your chin roughly in place, thumb grazing over your lower lip harshly. "...You're sick in the head" he laughs before pushing his finger past your lips, circling around your tongue. "Crazy slut begging for my cock"
You sob, making his cock twitch relentlessly within his tight jeans with the way you start lewdly sucking on his thumb, gagging softly when he pushes a little too deep into your mouth. "I bet you're dirtying the whole chair underneath you with your filthy cunt, huh?" He chuckles, withdrawing his finger suddenly and landing another slap on your face before stepping away from you to admire your state.
Hands obediently placed on your knees that don't seem to stop shaking, your own spit smeared all over your chin, mixed in with salty tears that fall down on your boobs, smearing down all the way to your hard nipples and soaking the fabric of your top up, making it cling to your skin and revealing all of you shamelessly.
Shigaraki walks back to you, gripping your arm tightly and putting you on your feet as you yelp at the unexpected move, letting him carry you over to his desk as he threw you on top of it, bumping one of his knees between your thighs, forcing them wide apart before grabbing full hands of your lower clothing, decaying your panties along with it and licking his dry lips at the sight of your pussy.
He sneers down at you, trapping one of your legs between his own thighs as he presses down on the plush of your skin, grunting out at the little yet delicious feeling of his hard cock rutting against you. He swiftly moves one of his hands between your thighs now, wasting no time in sticking one of his thick fingers up your pussy, without warning nor preparation.
"Ah!" You yelp out at the painful intrusion, biting back tears and whimpers. You sling one arm over your eyes and are quickly stopped from doing so by his strong hand keeping it in place and above your head.
"You wanted it, remember? Acting as if you weren't a needy whore bare minutes before this." He mutters through gritted teeth, plunging another finger deep into your cunt as he's started pulling in and out of it, leaving you no room for rest as you gasped for air, fingers trying to clutch at the hard wooden desk for at least some kind of grounding.
Despite the burning feeling, you push your hips down and into his fingers, relishing in the way you could feel him so close to you, moaning out loudly as soon as his thumb pressed down your clit, your heartbeat increasing at the way he's started straight up humping your thigh now.
"O-ohh..! Please, I need your cock, it's not enough...!" You whine out, body squirming on his desk in a desperate attempt to get him to fuck you. Instead, you feel his hand resume his place on your neck, squeezing tightly and restricting your access to air as you see him stare up at you with the corner of your eye, noticing the sudden shift in demeanor. He's angry, annoyed at you.
"Oh won't you shut up already?" He snarls, fingers getting rougher and faster inside of your pussy. "Your whining and babbling is getting so annoying it's hard for me not to stand up and kick you out of here, unsatisfied, with your slutty cunt empty. Is that what you're trying to reach by crying like that?" He mutters, groaning from time to time whenever the fabric of his boxers grazed over a particular sensitive spot on the underside of his tip.
You rapidly shake your head, clearly alarmed by the thought of that, yet you clench down on his fingers at the harshness of his words. "Please please please no, I'll be good, just plea-" you gasp in pain as he squeezes down hard onto the meat of your pussy, almost tearing up the inside of your walls as you feel tears prickle at your eyes again.
"I told you to shut the fuck up, don't you get it?" Shigaraki repeats from within greeted teeth, making you fall completely silent now, only moans of pleasure now heard from you as he continues rutting against your thigh, eagerly fingering you. "Shit... fuck, you're so fucking wet, almost like you've gotten even more turned on by this, huh?" He stands up, withdrawing his fingers as you whimper in the emptiness he's left you in "Hush, I'm only getting ready to stuff you full of cock, be patient."
You nod in excitement as you hesitantly support your weight on your elbows, looking at him and admiring the sight in front of you as he unbuckles his belt, pulling out his reddened cock and pumping it hurriedly, throwing his head back and moaning as he focuses on his leaking, big tip. His shaft is even bigger, girthier, thicker, you notice, pretty v-line at his hips only making the sight even more desirable.
His head shots back to meet your gaze "ha.. hah..." He chuckles breathily, gripping at the base tightly as if letting you examine it standing hard. "You like it, bitch? What d'ya think, huh?" His manic red eyes question you, urging you on and adding to the heat in your lower belly.
You gulp down your want for him, nodding repeatedly "Y-yes, I need it so bad, Tomura, please.." you beg, eyes not leaving his as you feel your cunt ooze with arousal, closing around nothing when he approaches you, his hands gripping at your thighs from each side as he effortlessly rotates your body on the desk, leaving your head hanging off the edge and facing his dick.
"Then take it, sweetheart... it's all yours to worship, come on, open up" He grins as he taps his cockhead over your lips, smearing his precum all over your face before sliding it past and into your mouth, groaning, his voice blissful to your ears as you open your mouth wide open, the unusual petname he's whispered to you making your body shiver.
Both of his hands grip at your neck, holding you in place as he's started pounding into your throat, making you gag at his size and smell, yet feeling even more soaked than before. "That's it... good whore, doing a great job there" He praises, pressing down on your throat to make it tighter around his cock, moaning shamelessly while drooling slightly, small drops of his spit falling down on your chin, making you whimper around him.
His hips halter, uneven pace forceful and merciless as Shigaraki fucks your mouth and suddenly you're choking on his dick, throat fluttering tightly around it as he presses his hips flush against your mouth, balls resting against your nose and restricting your only source of fresh air.
You panic, shaking your head as one of your hands pushes against his pelvis, trying oh so desperately to get him off you so that you wouldn't suffocate to death on his cock. All you get in return is another sinister chuckle of his, pushing even deeper into your face "Ahh... fuck.. keep still, cunt" He orders, eyes rolling back into his head while his shaft throbs within your mouth.
You almost feel like passing out when he finally pulls away after another long moment, a long, thick trail of your spit hanging from his cockhead, smearing all over your tear stained face as you gasp for air, coughing up gobbles of drool, not seeming to get enough air as you heave uncontrollably under him.
Tomura clicks his tongue, watching you writhe while stroking his cock in long pumps "Stop being dramatic, I went way too easy on you.." He mumbles coldly, shaking off the spit off his dick and letting it fall down on the floor. "Fucking nasty, could you have gotten any messier than this?"
He yanks on your hair sharply, snapping you out of your attempt to calm down "What's wrong, hun? Already spent out?" He teases, eyes fixated on yours "I haven't cum yet, it's not fair to leave your boss with blue balls now, is it?"
You shudder, the burning pain on your scalp making you whimper softly and you can't lie to him when he's so close to you, can't lie about still wanting to be fucked by him. "M'not spent out.." you cough out, yet your state says otherwise, eyes blurred over and tears along with sticky precum smeared around your whole face. "...want your cock, please" you whisper, pouting softly and begging for him to fill you up once again.
You don't expect it, ready and prepared for anything but his lips pressing with weird softness on yours, the intimate and vulnerable moment ending way too quickly for your liking as he picks you up from the desk, hurriedly carrying you over to his bed.
You're placed on all your fours, Shigaraki getting on his knees behind you as his cockhead pokes at your entrance, dragging up and down your slit. You moan, face falling down into his sheets, his smell lingering on them as your hands curl up into them, grabbing tightly as you push your hips back into his with eagerness "fuck.. please, Tomura, just please fuck me.." your voice cracks down, chin shivering as you feel like crying again from how much you desired him.
"Hey, easy... easy, slutty baby" He whispers, smirking down at your ruined form as his body hunches over yours, lips barely touching your ear as he whispers into it "Don't worry, I'll fuck out every last bit of self consciousness out of your dumb little brain by morning" he promises, laughing breathily as he presses his dick into you, sliding in so easily due to how wet you were, resulting into you immediately letting out a gasp of pleasure and clutching down harder on the sheets underneath you.
Finally you feel it, the ecstasy of having him inside of you, pressing up against all of the right places as you can't help but moan continously with each snap of his hips against your ass. It all feels surreal, and for a moment you regret not having him fuck you earlier as you're so tired out that you almost see stars, present seemingly slowing down while Shigaraki fucks you raw.
You're a sight for sore eyes from Tomura's perspective, unfocused gaze and lulled out tongue as moans after moans fill the room, his hips not stopping even for a second as he watches your ass jiggle with each of his movements. "Holy fu-uuck..!" He heaves, not expecting to feel this heavenly nestled inside of you, balls slapping against your clit.
You don't hear him, not able to hear anything beside the slapping skin sound as you're drowning in a puddle of your own saliva, arousal and, mostly, undeniable pleasure. You can feel his nails digging deep into the flesh of your meaty thighs, whining like a bitch in heat at how much pleasure you were receiving.
"You're sucking me in so tightly, hah.. wouldn't be able to pull out even if I wanted to, your hole's drawing me right back in" He laughs, tilting his head in bliss and resting it against his shoulders while he watches his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered in a thick layer of sheer, slick wetness.
He's high striked in his own cloud of pleasure right now, almost feeling like he's a virgin all over again, cursing under his breath whenever you clenched down on him, so tight he had to hold back from cumming a couple of times.
His body curls down on yours, mouth greedily attaching to your nape, tongue licking all over your sweaty skin as he bites down on your skin, rutting into you desperately, fucking you in an almost animalistic way. You don't react at the burning pain, only moaning dumbly as you feel your orgasm approaching.
With another deep thrust of his hips pressing flush against you, you whine out, cumming on his cock the next second while your fingernails tear through his bed sheets, biting down on them as you tiredly fuck your hips back up into his, body exhausted and drenched out from each and every last drop of strength within it.
You want to scream out at the overstimulating pleasure as soon as you feel him pulling out of you slowly, pressing right back into your cunt as soon as you've come down from your high, yet all you're capable of is small, helpless whimpers, too weak and dizzy to be able of more than that.
"Fuck.." you faintly hear Shigaraki curse above you, his moans way easier to catch with the way he's becoming quite loud himself "I'm about to cum..." He stutters against the back of your neck, hot, ragged breathing tickling your skin.
Using all the will inside of you, your head lifts up the slightest to take in the sight of his face distorting in bliss, biting your lip when he abruptly pulls out of you, stroking his shaft desperately a few more times and letting his hips fuck faster into his hand before his movements come to a stop, white cum messily landing on your lower back as he heaves and pants, stuffing his tip right back into your pussy on his last shot of cum and filling you up sweetly and you smile at the warmth it spreads within your body, happily falling back down onto his bed and closing your eyes with a soft sigh.
Shigaraki breathes out heavily, dry lips parted the slightest as he admires you laying under him, covered and filled up with his cum and it almost makes him hard all over again. He reaches down, finger pushing a strand of hair out of your sticky face, tapping your cheek sternly "Hey" he calls out and your eyes open up briefly, meeting his gaze "You're mine now..." He mutters, and you realize he's serious now by the deadly stare he sends you, rubbing sweat off his forehead before standing up and leaving you rest off in his bed as you hear the door handle click and heavy footsteps exit the door.
You feel both flattered and alarmed by his last words, yet you decide not to give it much thought and instead, you indulge in the now familiar smell of his lingering on the fabric underneath your fingers, nuzzling into it as you drift off to sleep. Little did you know that he meant those words, dead ass serious and that you could now say good bye to any guy who isn't him, because Tomura hates his things being touched by others, after all, they're his for a reason.
