BNHA Oneshots

|| Tomura Shigaraki || NSFW || 1 ||

[[ Unedited ]][[ Female Reader Pronouns ]][[ NSFW; Smut warning ]][[ Word count: 799 ]][[ Kinktober day 5 - Sadism/Masochism ]][[ tw; violence & rough treatment against reader ]]

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     "You little brat." Tomura hissed to you.

      The door slammed pointedly, sealing the two of you in the half-abandoned room somewhere inside the League of Villains base. The slam rattled anything on the walls, no doubt it was a message. To both you and the rest of the league, whoever happened to be in the base. This door was not to be opened unless Tomura was the one opening it.

     "Hey!" You huffed in indignation, catching yourself on the balls of your feet before you could topple over. Tomura had pushed you inside the room with a particularly sharp shove. His temper was acting up once again, but you supposed really it wasn't that unfounded. You had been hoping for this, after all.

     "Shut up." He responded almost instantly. You turned, and though the lighting in the room was too dim to see, you had no doubt that those ruby eyes were positively flaring at you from under the shaggy blue hair which hid them. 'Father' had long since been discard, the snarl on his face was clearly visible.

    "Tomura-"

     You didn't have time to speak another word as he lunged for you. You were grateful Kurogiri had managed to convince him to wrap his pinky-finger in a bandage to prevent any unfortunate accidents with his quirk, since all five fingers of his right hand snatched a handful of your hair in a vice-like grip.

     "That's master to you." He hissed, and practically dragged you over to a long forgotten desk that was stood towards the back of the room by the handful of hair he'd grabbed.

     Tomura's temper was undoubtedly vile, but God, did you love it. Something about the flashing anger and violence seen in the male was ridiculously exciting. In fact, your cheeks grew hot as he shoved you towards the desk, bending you over the side and pressing your face into the wood without remorse.

     "Master." You breathed out, beginning to burn with desire, the situation was just damn exciting. "Have I been bad?"

     "Yes you have, you kinky little bitch." He growled, and flipped your skirt up without hesitation, and you shakily sighed out. No doubt he could see the small wet stain stating to form through your panties, keeping you bent over in such a compromising position. "You let those UA kids get away. Again."

     There was a loud smack, echoing around the room, and you gave a soft cry as Tomura's hand met the skin of your ass. He left a stinging red hand-print from the strike.

     "You think that's okay, huh?" His voice remained low and growling, and you clawed at the top of the desk as another sharp smack was felt on your ass, you were practically burning up with heat.

     "I'm sorry." You gasped out, and cut yourself off with another pleasured cry as Tomura's gave your rosy ass yet another smack, obviously displeased with your simply apology.

     "I bet you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Tomura hissed conspiringly, and your breath slightly hitched , he'd discovered the truth it seemed. As soon as he picked up on your reaction, another smack came on your ass, sharper and louder than any other.

     It stung painfully but you choked out a faint moan as your skin tingled. His grip on your hair released momentarily, before you were flipped onto your back. Shigaraki loomed over you, one hand wrapping around your throat.

      "This is exactly what you wanted, huh?" You could see how sharp his glare was under the locks of blue hair hanging down into his eyes, and his grip slightly tightened on your throat when you didn't answer. You merely gave a low groan. "I bet you're expecting me to punish you like this? You want me to fuck you against this desk until you're shaking and wrecked, don't you?"

     "I do!" You gasped out breathlessly, one hand wrapping around Shigaraki's fist as his grip tightened still until you were gasping out for breath, and there was a dull throbbing between your legs.

     "Dirty whore. You wish." He released his grip on your neck, and a sharp slap came to your face. It wasn't nearly as hard or painful, and it probably wouldn't even leave a mark (Tomura was hesitant to inflict any actual pain on you, it seemed), and you let out a weak, needy moan.

     "Tomura." You keened out to him, but he just growled, stalking back towards the door.

     "If you want to get off, get yourself off." He snarled at you, speaking once more before disappearing from the room. "That's your punishment."

     You groaned as the door slammed behind him once again, leaving you alone in the room, hot, bothered and desperate for him. You sighed and slumped back against the desk.

     "Damn you..."

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