Perfect Plaything || Shigadeku

Act IX

Oh... oh.

Izuku's body seemed to spasm in pleasure on its own, his inner muscles clamping down on Shigaraki's fingers.

"Please–!" Izuku's hands clutched at the dark material of Shigaraki's shirt desperately. "Yes, yes, yes, touch me! Touch me! There!" He moaned, his skin flushed with overstimulation.

"Shhh," Shigaraki shushed Izuku, his other hand pushing away the green curls stuck to Izuku's forehead. "So eager... aren't you?" He ensnared Izuku's bottom lip, nipping it slightly.

"Mmmm...!" Izuku gasped. "More, please... Please!" Izuku tugged at Shigaraki's shirt, desperate to get it off.

Shigaraki bit down on the inside of his cheek roughly, ignoring the coppery tang of blood. Shigaraki loved this feeling, the absolute submission Izuku was showing him. He quickly took off his shirt, carelessly tossing it aside while Izuku fumbled with the waistband of Shigaraki's pants.

"Off. Off. Take them off." Izuku made a noise of displeasure at his incoordination.

Shigaraki obliged, distracting Izuku with small kisses. The cool air of the room brushed against the exposed skin as he carefully pushed Izuku back flat against the mattress, running his hands along the underside of the smaller boy's thighs.

"Mmnn..." Izuku moaned appreciatively.

Shigaraki sat back on his knees, admiring the flush on Izuku's skin. "So pretty... my angel." He said quietly. He pressed a hot kiss to the apex of Izuku's thighs, smirking at the other boy's reaction.

Izuku's breath hitched, and his entire body shuddered violently.

Shigaraki slowly planted kisses on Izuku's inner thighs, dragging his tongue along the smooth, sensitive skin. Pleasuring Izuku with his mouth was the most entertainment Shigaraki had in a while.

Izuku's hands clenched the bed sheets, knuckles white, as he mewled helplessly at Shigaraki's ministrations. "Ah–! S-Shigaraki...!" Izuku cried out, his body twisting at the sensations.

"Tomura." Shigaraki corrected, lifting his head from in-between Izuku's thighs briefly, before accentuating his statement with a gentle bite on Izuku's left inner thigh, but hard enough that it left indents of his teeth. A claim of territory over Izuku's body as the boy succumbed and could only helplessly watch as he was eaten alive.

"Sh– To...Tomura!" Izuku arched off the bed as Shigaraki slid two fingers back into him.

"Good. Good boy." Shigaraki praised quietly, assessing Izuku's emotions. The boy's face was twisted in pleasure, his cheeks flushed, eyes unfocused and glassy with unshed tears. Shigaraki leaned forward, sucking on Izuku's soft neck, swirling his tongue around the spot intermittently. To say he was making a mark was an understatement; he was making Izuku his. Little by little, he would latch onto Izuku's

Izuku continued to helplessly squirm underneath Shigaraki, finding his hands tangled back in Shigaraki's blue-gray locks.

The third finger soon followed, stretching Izuku out. Izuku felt out of breath, his lungs unable to keep up with his heart and the rate at which his blood was pumping. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, yet still grounded by Shigaraki's touch... and his fingers.

Without warning, Shigaraki abruptly pulled his fingers out, gripping onto Izuku's thighs and spreading them apart. Izuku muttered something incoherent, his face flushed a deep red and eyes widened in shock and slight terror as he finally got a good look at Shigaraki's...

Izuku swallowed. While his mouth felt dry, his arousal felt quite the opposite.

That was supposed to go... inside him.

It would tear him apart.

"No... nononono–" Izuku tried to close his legs, scrambling away from Shigaraki. He would be ripped apart mercilessly, and for his own sake he needed to get away. Shigaraki easily caught Izuku's ankle, dragging the boy back even closer to him in one fluid motion. The strength and speed caught Izuku by surprise and only added to his growing panic.

Now Izuku's ass was pushed up right against Shigaraki's member, leaving no room for imagination or escape as Shigaraki shifted his grip and pinned Izuku's wrists to the bed, leaning over so that Izuku. Felt. Everything.

"You didn't want me to stop." Shigaraki whispered in Izuku's ear, his tone laced with dark anger. "You promised."

Izuku felt himself spiral. Had he promised...? Did he really want this...? He did promise... Izuku squeezed his eyes shut in shame. He stopped struggling, relaxing his body in silent submission.

"Good, good, good boy." Shigaraki whispered. "You're so... perfect." He felt his face stretch in an unhinged smile. Shigaraki gently removed his grip from Izuku's wrists, trailing his touch down and resting his hands on Izuku's hips. Aligning himself with Izuku's hole, he pushed the tip in.

"Guh–!" Izuku arched off the bed, squeezing his thighs closed in reflex. Shigaraki anticipated this, using his hands to pry his knees apart so that Izuku was more exposed. Izuku's mouth parted in a silent plea, as he felt unbearably stretched full. Shigaraki hissed as he slowly pushed inwards, tipping his head back in pleasure.

Izuku looked in horror to see that there was still a good amount of inches left that wasn't inside him. The other half that was left a burning sensation as Izuku felt like he was being cleaved into two. Izuku wasn't very religious, despite his unashamed worship of All Might, but at this moment, he prayed to every spirit and god and hoped he would get out of this alive.

"T-Tomura...!" Izuku cried out, his inner walls clamping around the intrusion as Shigaraki pushed himself further in. "Please go slower...!" Every fiber of his body screamed in regret as Izuku felt something inside of him tear.

"Relax." Shigaraki commanded, but Izuku later realized that it was a warning as Shigaraki pushed the rest of his cock inside of Izuku.

The scream that erupted out of Izuku was raw and full of pain. If only I hadn't agreed... If only I hadn't let lust get the better of me... Tears of remorse trailed down from the corners of his eyes.

"Shhh..." Shigaraki kissed Izuku's tears away as he bottomed out, enjoying the tight, hot heat that engulfed him. Even his tears tasted slightly sweet. Shigaraki started to move, rolling his hips experimentally and nearly came. The friction, the heat, everything. It was perfect. Izuku was perfect. Steadying himself, he started slow and ensnared Izuku's mouth with his own, muffling the boy's pained whines.

The pain bled into numbness. Izuku struggled not to black out as dark spots tauntingly danced in his peripheral vision. When can all of this be over? Izuku gripped Shigaraki's back as he felt a sudden jolt of pleasure and pain. Izuku looked down and felt a wave of nausea sweep over him as he saw the outline of Shigaraki's dick protrude slightly from Izuku's stomach. Shigaraki followed Izuku's line of sight and grabbed the younger boy's hand, forcing it on top of his abdomen to feel the motion of Shigaraki slipping in and out of his body.

"Feel it." Shigaraki whispered huskily into Izuku's ear.

Izuku's fingers trembled underneath Shigaraki's large hand that pinned him against the evidence of their conjoinment. He didn't want to see this. He didn't want to feel this. He didn't want to hear the lewd, wet sounds of skin against skin.

Izuku gazed up at Shigaraki who was studying him with an unreadable expression. Green eyes once again met red. Shigaraki smiled and tucked Izuku's curls behind his ears. And just a little, everything became a bit more bearable.