[[ 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."

      "Tongue out." He demanded and you complied instantly, letting your tongue lol out of your mouth lewdly. Taking his hard cock in hand, he rubbed the tip against your tongue to which you moaned, purely for show. You half expected him to shove it straight down your throat, you half wanted him to, but he didn't, instead lightly smacking it against your cheek with a dark laugh.

     "Please, Master." You gasped out, one hand sliding discretely between your legs to rub at yourself through the soaked material of your panties, desperate for a release. "Please, I can't wait anymore-"

      "Get up, slut." You didn't even have a chance to move on your own, Tomura grabbing you by your hair and dragging you to your feet, eyes slightly flashing as you let out a loud, unashamed whimper. He shoved you in the direction of the desk, still stroking his cock with his free hand, and you slightly stumbled, breath shallow with desire. "Bend over the desk. Now."

     You eagerly did so, hitching up your own skirt and sliding off your soaked panties before pressing your chest against the desk, your dripping core on display for his prying eyes.

     He was behind you in an instant, hand colliding with your bare ass-cheek with a loud slap, a soft cry escaping you. It burned where his hand collided and you had no doubt a large red hand-print was forming (maybe if you were luck it would bruise in his shape too).

     "Master." You moaned breathily, turning to peer over your shoulder at him but a hand on the back of your head pinned you, cheek-down to the desk.

     "Tell me what you want Master to do to you..." He growled out, and you could feel him rubbing his tip against your slick folds. That was enough to have you sighing out in pleasure and trying to squirm your hips back against him. "Tell me."

     "I want Master to wreck me!" You moaned out weakly, still pinned against the desk. "I want him to mess me up- Destroy me."

      "My little whore is going to get exactly what she asked for..."Tomura had a wide grin on his face as he listened to your oh-so-sweet begging, and not a second later, he was ramming himself into your slicked folds. No warning, no preparation. If you wanted to be destroyed, that's exactly what you'd get.

      The intrusion made you cry out, but Tomura paid no mind. His pace started right away, pulling almost completely out before driving back in with a harsh jab. You had no time to react or even move along with his thrusts, his pace picked up almost immediately, reaching break-neck speeds in only minutes.

     It was impossible to hold yourself back, Tomura was giving you what was most likely the fiercest drilling of your life, and God was it amazing. The friction and stretch against your inner walls was relentless, the pleasure burning through you like wildfire.

     Anyone walking by would be able to hear- hell, anyone practically anywhere in the base would be able to hear, Tomura Shigaraki was fucking into you so violently it was forcing near-screams from you.

     "Scream for me." He laughed as his hand came down on your ass again, leaving a large red imprint where the blow had landed, taking delight in the scream that tore from your throat. It only served to excite him more. The things he could do to you were intoxicating. As much as you were a spoiled brat who caused him more trouble than he could think about, he certainly did enjoy destroying your fragile body.

      He wrenched a hand into your hair, forcing your back to arch and head to crane back. He didn't care if it was uncomfortable to you, you probably wouldn't even notice with how numb from pleasure you were, he just had to get a look at the sweet expression of yours. The look on your face, flushed and eyes rolled back, cheeks heaving under your shirt as he fucked into you from behind was a sight he always delighted in.

      "You're gonna cum on Master's cock, huh?" He hissed into your ear, and your whined out loudly, nodding despite the tight grip he had on your hair. "Do it, you filthy little whore. Cum all over my cock."

      His words alone pushed you over the edge, your hands desperately grabbing at the desk for some purchase as your climax raced through you, clenching down around his cock.

     Tomura grunted surprisingly loudly before he leant over, pressing his body down against yours, chest to back, sandwiching you between him and the desk. His hips finally still, moans quiet beside your ear as he emptied his load inside of you, before slowly sliding himself out.

     "No matter how much of a brat you are, you're always such a good cumslut for your Master..." Tomura chuckled darkly, pulling himself away from your body and tucking himself back into his pants. You just moaned pitifully, body completely wrecked and overstimulated. His fingers slid up your inner thigh, catching the cum that was sliding down from your hole, before pushing it back inside. With one more lightly smack to your bare ass, he turned away finally.

      "Next time you fuck up a mission, I won't be so merciful." 

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