Perfect Plaything || Shigadeku

Act VII

The reasoning behind Shigaraki's actions were perfectly logical. 

Or not. 

Shigaraki locked the door behind him after he entered his room, putting a hand to his face. Shit, Shigaraki's other hand fumbled with the front of his pants, his erection demanding attention. 

He almost lost complete control and would've ravaged the boy. He wanted to. But he needed patience. By leaving the stupid, cute, fucking beautiful boy right after teasing him would make the hero's body wanting more. And soon enough, this behavior would psychologically delude him into wanting Shigaraki. 

Shigaraki grinned to himself, his hand setting a slow pace. 

How long would it take before the hero's will and reasoning collapsed? Two weeks? Six days? Maybe even tomorrow? 

Fuck. Shigaraki breathed out shakily, a maniacal smile spreading across his face. He would tease the hero and fuck his cute ass slowly. The boy would be drooling and begging for him to go faster. Harder. Rougher. 

Shigaraki imagined how tight and hot Izuku's hole would be, wanting only Shigaraki and no one else. 

His hand now jacking himself off at a brutal pace, Shigaraki came into his hand, breathing harshly. 

"Ha!" Shigaraki laughed to himself. "He's mine."

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Izuku woke up, feeling gross. 

The sheets around him were sticking to his skin from the sweat and... other fluids... it made Izuku cringe at the feeling. 

The bathroom connected to the locked room had a tiny shower, but no towels. And considering the fact that the villain had disintegrated his hero suit, the only sort of clothing he had left, Izuku would either have to air dry in vulnerability or stay dirty. 

And after yesterday, Izuku felt like he would either puke, cry, or faint if he saw Shigaraki today. Especially with no clothes. The crimson gaze felt so searing on his skin...

How dare that villain... just-! ARGHH! Izuku buried his face in his hands, his body definitely remembering the unspeakable acts Shigaraki Tomura did to him. 

Izuku bit his lip, resting his face on his hands, feeling a strange concoction of shame and arousal. 

"Okay... if I take a quick shower, hopefully it'll be enough time for me to finish everything and get back into bed. Since I usually take two minutes to shampoo my hair, and around three-- no-- four minutes to wash my body and then... I'll skip conditioner. Add another two, three minutes to rinse and that's, eight or nine minutes. I can risk it." Izuku slapped his face. "C'mon. In and out. Quick."

Izuku waited quietly for any sounds of footsteps or creaks. After hearing none, Izuku briskly walked into the bathroom, turning the light on. The shower looked innocent enough. Izuku hurriedly turned the water on, not waiting for the water to heat up, and stepped in. 

"AH-!" Izuku yelped before clapping his hand over his mouth. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god--" Izuku mumbled to himself, blindly grabbing for the shampoo. He would need to probably speed through the shower. 

Lathering his fluffy hair, Izuku paused briefly before taking a good look at the shampoo bottle. Ichikami Strawberry Blossom Shampoo...? Strange, but it smelled nice. He washed his body with the same scented body wash, feeling cleaner.

The water was warmer and steam started to fog the mirror. Izuku relaxed a little, rinsing the shampoo out, and closed his eyes. The soothing feel of the water against his skin felt like heaven. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips and he tilted his face up to the steady stream and washed his face with gentle fingers.

"Having fun?" A dry voice cut through Izuku's peace. 

Izuku whirled around in shock before covering his body. "Y-you!"

"Me." Shigaraki snickered. "And spare the modesty. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

"W-what do you want?" Izuku bristled at his commentary, wrapping his arms around himself tighter. 

"I brought a towel." Shigaraki waved a towel tantalizingly in front of him. "But you're going to have to come out to get it."

Izuku blushed brightly. He turned off the water, the rush slowing into a trickle, until it shut off completely with an exception of a few drops. Izuku hesitantly opened the glass shower door, the water dripping from his wet hair and cascading down his body. The water formed little pools around his feet, dampening the tiled floor. 

Shigaraki's eyes didn't miss any detail as they roamed around Izuku's body shamelessly. 

Izuku turned his face to the ground, aware of the perverted gaze, and flushed even more. The pink tinge reached his shoulders and the tips of his ears. Izuku took small steps forward, careful not to slip, until he was standing right in front of Shigaraki.

Wordlessly, Izuku held out a hand, demanding for the towel silently. 

"I think you're better without this, actually," Shigaraki took a step backwards, hiding the towel behind him.

Izuku's head shot up. "Why you-!" Izuku lunged forwards for the towel, but the damp tiles forced him to slip straight into Shigaraki's arms. He felt one of Shigaraki's arm wrap around Izuku's waist and the other hand gripping into Izuku's hip juncture. Izuku clutched at Shigaraki's dark shirt in an effort to balance himself but ended up dragging them both to the floor.

Izuku fell on his knees and winced a bit. His face was smushed right against Shigaraki's chest, and he could faintly hear his erratic, frantic heartbeat. Or maybe it was Izuku's heart. Izuku pulled away hurriedly, unclenching his fists from the fabric. Shigaraki's hands remained where they were.

Izuku found himself face to face with Shigaraki. Izuku's breath caught in his throat, as the tension between them thickened. Up close, Izuku noticed a beauty mark right below Shigaraki's rough lips on the left side. On the right, a scar ran perpendicularly to the seam of the villain's lips and another scar marked the his left eye.

Izuku used his pointer finger to trace the scar on the villain's lips. He could feel the warm breath on his right hand as Izuku used his other hand to cup Shigaraki's face. Wait. 

Izuku snapped out of his hypnotic stupor and quickly nabbed the towel on the floor next to them. Pulling the towel around his body, Izuku quickly rose from the floor, fleeing to the bed. 

What was that.