Perfect Plaything || Shigadeku

Act VI

After Izuku had been accepted into UA and met Ochaco, a cute girl, he had a future to look forward to. A successful career (hopefully) and a potential wife if she returned his feelings. Someone who he would love with fierce devotion. Somebody who would return his feelings. But the future is not the present. 

In the present, Izuku had his cock in the mouth of a villain. 

"No... please, no...ah!" Izuku half sobbed and moaned as Shigaraki's tongue tortured him. Izuku's fingers wove themselves into Shigaraki's light blue hair, and in midst of the haze of pleasure in his mind, Izuku thought about how soft the villan's hair was. 

Shigaraki traced the boy's leaking slit with his tongue, causing a shudder to go through Izuku's body. Izuku's muscles clenched as the heat pooled in his core. Despite how much Izuku didn't want to be touched like this, much less by a villain who almost killed his teacher and classmates two days ago, his body couldn't get enough of the attention Shigaraki was lavishing on his skin. 

Izuku bit his lip, trying to suppress the squeak of surprise when Shigaraki suddenly placed his hands on his hips and lifted them up, his tongue finding a new hole to please. 

"St-ah!" Izuku gasped, the tears of regret and lust staining his skin. The feeling of hot saliva slickening his hole was permanently burned into his lustful mind. The wet muscle of Shigaraki's tongue slowly dipped in and out, shallowly eating out the hero. "O-oh...!" The sudden replacement with Shigaraki's long finger made his body instinctively tighten around the intrusion. 

"Look at you, hero," Shigaraki crooned, kissing away Izuku's tears. "Look at how much your body wants me."

Izuku said nothing, his hands gripping the sheets helplessly, as Shigaraki finger fucked him slowly. "P-please..." Izuku begged. Was he begging for release or for Shigaraki to stop? Izuku didn't know anymore. 

"Please what, Izuku?" Shigaraki slowly enunciated Izuku's name, pushing a second finger in to join the first. "Use your words."

"P-please...!" Izuku jolted when Shigaraki's fingers brushed over the bundle of nerves inside him. "No!" Izuku sobbed, his hands now over Shigaraki's chest, clutching at the dark material of his shirt. 

"I don't want this! I don't! Please! S-stop!" I-I!" Izuku stuttered out, trying to drown out the sensations that he was feeling. Now that Shigaraki had found the spot, he attacked it relentlessly, making sure his fingers stretched out the boy as he moved. 

"Unh~!" Izuku went rigid, clamping down on Shigaraki's fingers as Izuku was reaching his climax. Suddenly, Shigaraki's fingers withdrew with a slight, wet pop and Izuku whined at the emptiness.

"W-wha?" Izuku looked dazed, as he looked up pleadingly at Shigaraki. 

"I have some other matters to attend to, hero," Shigaraki licked his fingers, savoring the taste of Izuku. He rose from the bed, not sparing the debauched boy another glance. 

"W-when will you be back?" Izuku asked, his muscles tensing up. Izuku inwardly cursed himself, realizing how desperate he sounded. 

Shigaraki smiled cruelly, catching Izuku's desperate tone as well. "Impatient, aren't we? I'll be back soon." And with that, Shigaraki left the room, locking the door as usual. 

Izuku didn't say another word, waiting for his arousal to go down. He was frustrated, sexually and mentally. You idiot!  Izuku hugged a pillow, burying his face into the softness. How could you feel like this! This is a villain. You can't... fuck... the enemy! Or let him fuck you! Izuku groaned. The worst part is, he didn't even fuck you... Izuku felt the unrelenting ache still throbbing in his lower abdomen. This was the first time anyone had touched Izuku that way. Even Izuku hadn't touched his body that way! Even when he got random erections, Izuku made no move to pleasure himself and waited for it to go away. 

But now that Shigaraki had sparked a fire inside Izuku...

Izuku bit his lip guiltily, still upset and slightly mad that his erection was still there, the pressure begging for release. He curled one tentative hand over his shaft, slightly flinching at how sensitive his skin was. Imitating what Shigaraki had done, before... the thing with his tongue... Izuku almost moaned, remembering the feeling and the shame. Izuku moved his hand up and down, feeling the temporary relief. He rubbed his thighs together, wanting for more friction, for more... feeling. 

Izuku stared at his fingers, trying to imagine them in comparison to Shigaraki's long ones. They were slender and scarred a bit, from the relentless training All Might put him through. All Might... what would he say if he saw Izuku like this? Completely undone by a villain.

Izuku sighed, guilt creeping up on him. However, the guilt wasn't enough for him to stop plunging his fingers into his waiting hole. Izuku turned onto his stomach, ass in the air as he sought the spot inside him that made him see stars. Izuku cried, frustrated as his fingers couldn't reach deep enough in him, leaving him more worked up than before. 

This didn't feel as good as what Shigaraki had done, and Izuku suddenly felt a wave of lust towards the villain. Nonono, this isn't right. Izuku gritted his teeth, his fingers still seeking for his pleasure. You can't want Shigaraki. Tomura Shigaraki is the man All Might warned you about. He's dangerous. He's a villain. But a great lover... Izuku almost jolted at the unexpected thought.

"No. Izuku Midoriya. You can't." Izuku reluctantly pulled his fingers out, laying on his side and putting the pillow between his legs. "You can't want him."

Curled into a fetal position, Izuku eventually drifted off into an uneasy and fitful sleep.