BNHA Oneshots

|| Tomura Shigaraki || NSFW || 2 ||

[[ Unedited ]][[ Female Reader Pronouns ]][[ NSFW ; Smut Warning ]][[ Word count: 1540 ]][[ Kinktober day 23 - Master/Slave ]][[ Warnings - Rough treatment, degradation, suggested unhealthy relationship dynamic ]][[ Part 2 of the first Tomura smut ]]

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      When Tomura hold told you to get yourself off, you knew better than that. It wasn't an invitation, it was a challenge more than anything else. 'Do you dare to disobey me again?'. If you thought that something fun might come of disobeying Tomura, you might've taken the chance, but you knew better than that. He knew the right ways to push and pull you into doing exactly as he wanted, even if it wasn't always in the fun, kinky ways.

      The relationship the two of you shared was odd. There was an obvious power imbalance. It wasn't really healthy. You weren't exactly committed to each other but that didn't stop him from being expectedly territorial.

      It was a while before Tomura returned to the room. You heard his footsteps before you saw him, heavy stomping down the hall. Obviously, he was still worked up and hadn't unwound from his encounter with you. The thought made you grin to yourself, but now wasn't the time to be acting up- nor giving even a hint of it. You were lucky he'd come back for you at all, really, so you definitely did not want him to take your fun away.

    You knew exactly how he worked, what he would like. You'd been perched up on the old desk, thighs pressing together desperately as you waited for any sign of Tomura's return. Though, as soon as you heard his footsteps, you hopped off of the desk, and settled on your knees just by the door. You had just about settled by time the door swung open only moments later.

      "So the horny little bitch actually waited for me, hm?" The door slammed behind Tomura. It was plain as day that he was still in a mood, the door practically rattled off the hinges. Though, you were rather excited to see that he too was now excited – if the tent in his black jeans was anything to go by.

     "I did. I've been waiting for my master." You nodded, staring up at him with doe-eyes, a sweet smile on your face. The mere sight stirred something in him that he didn't even want to think about, and that bothered him, so he curled his lip and snarled in annoyance.

      "Dirty whore." He hissed and grabbed a handful of your hair, giving a harsh tug to pull your face against his clothed crotch, holding your in place firmly. Not the you were trying to get away from his rough treatment, the sharp tugging on your hair only made you throb more.

      "Just for you, Master." Your breathing had already grown heavy again, the need throbbing so intensely you felt like you'd do just about anything to have him satisfy you at this point, it already felt like you'd waited for it for so long.

      "You just want my cock, don't you?" He grumbled, yanking on your hair to tilt your head back, muffling the moan you gave by shoving two fingers past your lips, practically down your throat, though you eagerly curled your tongue around the digits. "Tell me how much you want your master's cock."

    "So much-" You gasped the moment the withdrew his fingers from your mouth, the trail of saliva hanging lewdly from your lips, though he seemed to like the sight so you didn't bother attempting to clean yourself up – besides, he'd no doubt make a mess of you anyway.

      "Tell Master what you want." He demanded, releasing his grip on your hair to tug impatiently at his belt, almost breaking the button on his jeans as he rushed the pull them down enough to free his erection that had been straining painfully in the fabric confines.

     "I want your cock, master." You responded, reaching to grasp it in both hands, though he smacked your touch away sharply. "Please- Please, master, let me have it- I'm desperate, I want it so badly."