A Spy Among Them (ShinsoxBakugoxDabixAizawaxReader and more..)

Ch. 136 Pool Party

"You could try..." I said, both turned on and mildly frightened by the tightness of Shigaraki's hold on my neck. His fingers dug in just a little too hard, enough to probably bruise a normal person. This game of power and control was always the game we played.

"But I'll warn you," I said, "I've tried before myself to forget Dabi and it didn't work."

"Such a brat," Shigaraki said as he brought his face to mine. "Still challenging me even when I am holding your life in my hands."

Shigaraki kept our faces close. Was he going to kiss me or kill me? It felt like a toss up. 

"I told you before that the time of heroes is coming to an end. I meant it. Don't you want to be with the man who is on the right side of history? The man who will create history?"

"I have no desire to be with Deku."

I thought I was being funny, but the growl coming from Shigaraki told me that he disagreed. Perhaps I had miscalculated that joke. 

"Let's be honest," I continued quickly, "I hardly even know what I'm doing tomorrow much less what 'side of history' I'm on. Now if you'll excuse me," I said, tugging on his hand around my neck, "right now I'm going to go find Dabi."

"Y/n..." He didn't let go.

With him there was a murky line between acceptable roughness, that both of us enjoyed, and the threat of real violence. I had probably already stepped over the line by trying to be playful, but it was starting to get the point where I felt like I couldn't breathe. 

"Tomura. Will you let me go?"

"No."

We stayed like this for a long pause. Neither of us saying anything. Eventually, there was something in his eyes that didn't seem like anger.

"Why him?" Tomura finally asked quietly. "Why him and not me?"

This was a different tone than what I was used to from him. The softness of his voice didn't seem to match the tightness of his grip. But if he wanted an honest answer, I was going to give him one.

"Dabi seems to care about what happens to me, and, unlike you, he seems to be into me for more than just sex, at least most of the time."

"But fucking you is so much fun."

"But if you want more than that with me - "

He squeezed a little tighter, tight enough that I could feel his fingernails on my skin. "I want to make you scream my name until your voice is sore."

"You're making my point for me," I said, still trying to pry his fingers off. "If you want something other than just sex – "

"What I want is to hear you beg for it. What I want is to ruin you. What I want is to find that line between pleasure and pain and make you stay there until you can't take it any longer."

"Fuck." Was I sweating because I couldn't breathe with his hand around my throat or because that sounded hot? "Like, I don't know what to say to that."

His hand released my neck and traveled down my shoulder to my side, the light touches of his fingers sending tiny tingles up my spine. He grabbed the hem of my skirt and scrunched it up in his hand slightly before touching my bare thigh.

"Y/n, how can I think of anything else when your skin is this soft?"

My hands went up to his neck and gently touched some of the rougher patches. What I felt made me frown; his skin seemed much worse than the last time we'd been together.