Chapter 1: Shigaraki- Completely Mute Reader
The room you were held in was small, and cold, with only two doors and a high window that failed to give more than maybe a few hours of sunlight. One door led to a claustrophobically small bathroom with a toilet, shower head and sink. While the other door, well, it was the only exit in and out of this place, but you were in no real rush to leave. Besides, in spite of the less than ideal environment, you were provided ample amounts of blankets and sweaters to compensate for this. Even the bed you slept on was quite large and comfortable, so despite how it may look at first glance you were far from suffering.
However, your one point of contention was that you lacked adequate ways to discern the passage of time. Yes, the small window above your head gave you some idea of mornings but they lasted only so long which made it hard to tell how many days had passes. On top of this you experienced almost no contact with other people outside of one man, the same man, who brought you here one rainy night.
You didn’t know much about him, even after all this time; you had never even managed to see his face. He always had, what you hoped to be, a false severed hand covering his face. Leaving only the shaggy mop of hair, as well as his own pair of chaffed and scarred hands as discernable features. He may have never really spoken to you, but he seemed kind as he always came with food and clothing for you, and if it wasn’t him then there would come a knock before a sliding panel was moved aside in order to slip your meal in to you.
This time however, the sound of heavy metal scraping against concrete informed you that today he was visiting you which pulled your mind to the present, as your eyes wandered to the door, waiting for your mysterious benefactor to enter the room. As per usual, he came in slowly with a bag in hand and that now familiar and comforting old hand on their face. Giddiness overtook you, and you moved to greet him with a wide smile warming the soft features of your face. To you surprise, instead of leaving immediately, he shut the door behind him.
“You’re smiling, why are you smiling?” his voice was deep and gruff, carrying with it hints of malice and anger though these didn’t seem to be directed at you, instead he seemed confused.
“…” opening you mouth to speak only the sound of your breathing and tongue clicking against your teeth could be heard.
Almost immediately, the smile fell from your face and was replaced with a frown, while your gaze slowly dropped to the floor. It seems almost silly, to forget something you’ve dealt with for years now, but this inability to speak is part of the reason you currently stood before this man. Taking several steps back you sat down on the edge of your bed, head hanging low as you tried to think of some way to communicate with this man.
While you tried to think, the sound of heavy steps followed the rustling of fabric as he walked towards you. The bed sank down some as he took a seat beside you, though you did not turn your head to look at him, you could almost feel his eyes on you, what surprised you even more was a single finger entered your field of vision as he slowly slid his index finger into your hand pulling it, and your attention, towards him. Slowly and with a shaky hand, he removed the hand from his face revealing stunning red eyes that peered down at you curiously.
“Don’t force yourself to speak, I know you can’t, which is why you’re here now and those foolishly happy idiots are dust.” His tone became bitter, as he referred to the event that brought you into his care.
“I don’t think, I ever told you my name…probably because I had fully intended putting you out of your misery.” Flinching slightly in fear, he placed four fingers on the back of your neck before leaning down to whisper, “But, I’ve changed my mind.” His hot breath tickled your ear, as your body tensed not from fear but…from something else.
His hand remained on the back of your neck, while his eyes burned like hot iron into your skin. His lips parted open, before closing themselves once more, stretching the scar marking the right side of his lips. His hesitation was clear as you shifted in your seat uncomfortably, which was impossible to ignore as you both sat at the edge of the bed, so he moved his hand back as you felt his index finger trail down your spine.
“Shigaraki…my name is Tomura Shigaraki.” Low, almost a whisper, his voice carried to your ears with a spine tingling sensation.
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you anymore, unless you want me to.” It seemed strange, but the tail end of his comment began to excite you for some reason, though you tried hard to remain calm as goosebumps began to cover your skin.
“Are you cold?” his question seemed innocent enough, so you shook your head in response to his question.
Shigaraki’s features stretched wide as he smiled down at you before he proceeded to place his forehead on your shoulder, and his palm resting gently on the small of your back. His hair was soft, as it tickled the side of your face, and you couldn’t help but smile softly at this tender side he was showing you. Though the earlier comment did have you a bit on edge still, but at the current moment you weren’t too concerned about it.
Since that time you and Shigaraki had talked, well he spoke and you mostly listened to him with a few nods and wheezes of response, it felt as if you two had become far closer. One of the obvious signs was that you no longer remained locked away inside that small room, now you were actually sharing the same space as him. You had your own room still, but now you and he were sharing what you assumed to be a small studio apartment above a bar. Another sign, was that you saw his face far more often recently than you had before, and you had to admit you found him to become quite handsome.
With all of that to be considered, you began to communicate more frequently to each other and so, to compensate for your lack of verbal communication, Shigaraki had gotten you other mediums to make up for it. Comically enough, the first thing he gave you was a handheld dry erase board and marker, to which you would use to not just write but also make various shitty doodles. Essentially, everything else was just a variant of this dry erase board ranging in sizes and functionality. Some stuck to magnetic surfaces, others were similar to the kinds used in schools and offices, and then you had many spare handheld ones lying around the place.
Though you asked, Shigaraki never seemed keen on the idea of getting you a phone, and the last time you asked he accidentally disintegrated refrigerator. Hence forth, you decided to let the topic die with the fridge. Every day Shigaraki went to work, which was essentially just downstairs in the bar, and even if you weren’t outright a captive in his home, you very rarely ever made it past your front door. You had no real desire to leave, and Shigaraki seemed more than willing to share in your decision.
“(Y/N), come here now.” Shigaraki called to you from the bathroom, curiously enough though since he wasn’t supposed to be home, he had left several hours ago, and by the tone of his voice a knot of worry began to form deep in your gut.
“Grab that first aid kit.” To your horror, his left arm as well as the entire floor was covered in blood, and you felt your eyes mist over in anger and worry as you slammed the white board onto the sinks counter using your dominant hand to scrawl quickly on the white board and your free hand to get the medical supplies from the first aid kit.
“What the hell happened?!” thrusting the white board in his face you got down on your knees before him to examine the luckily shallow gash that ran the length of his forearm.
“Nothing.” The answer was short, and as you looked up to give him a disapproving look, you saw his hand had begun to scratch at the skin of his neck.
“Liar” taking the board back you wrote the word big and quick before slamming it against his chest.
It took you several minutes to fully assess his wound, clean and wrap it, but by the time you finished both of you were now covered in dried blood. The white board lay discarded on the floor beside you, while the medical kit had been returned to its home. Shigaraki remained seated on the closed toilet seat lid. Exhaling a shaky breath, you picked up the whiteboard, using the sleeve of your sweater to erase the marker so that you would be able to write more.
“So, you going to tell me what actually happened?”
“I already did!” Shigaraki was clearly becoming frustrated having you constantly shove that thing in his face, and also because you continued to ask him the same fucking question over and over.
“Shigaraki please tell me” you were on your knees again, set between his legs looking up at him with dewy eyes and a heavy heart.
“This is clearly not nothing…” you began to write smaller and slower as tears threatened to spill over. “You came home mysteriously and are in the bathroom, leaking blood, and you expect me to take nothing for an answer?!”
“I…why do you even care what happens to me?” Shigaraki didn’t mean it that way, but the frustration of this conversation was stressing him out, so he was directing his anger at you.
“BECAUSE I DO!” he stood up abruptly, hands going crazy at the sides of his neck.
“Well you shouldn’t because I give a shit about you!” visibly hurt by his comment your tears indeed began to spill over your cheek as you slowly and shakily chose your next words carefully.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t love you” you weren’t going to show it to him, you had planned to erase it immediately, but Shigaraki was impatient as he pulled the board from your hands reading it over.
Eyes continued to scan over the board, one more time and then another, before he looked back at you, emotions violently flashing over his features before finally settling down into a blank slate. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, not until you found your back harshly thrown up against the wall, hands raised above your head and grasped in a four finger hold as his lips violently pressed against your own.
Shigaraki wasted no time, free hand dragging fingers up your thigh, while lips continued to press together in bruising force before they began to trail down the side of your jaw. Surprised and unsure of how to properly react to this sudden change in atmosphere, you allowed Shigaraki to have his way. Slowly, he ran his tongue up and over your cheeks cleaning away the salty tears you had begun to shed before. Closing your eyes was the only thing you could do as the feeling of his tongue and teeth grazed over your exposed neck before his mouth sank fully over the soft parts biting and sucking as he continued to make his way down to your collar bone.
Shigaraki forcefully shoved a leg up between your legs, rubbing his knee against your sex. In full transparency, you were falling into a state of pure bliss just from the feeling of his hot breath, the slight pain before the rush of pleasure as he moved from one spot to the next, leaving a marks over your previously unmarred skin. While he made work of your neck, his leg was slowly and deliberately rubbing against you in an attempt to further arouse and excite you. Completely at Shigaraki’s mercy, you were hapless in his hands growing weak to the endless ministrations, your breathing became heavy and sporadic as your chest rose and fell in short burst.
“If you’re going to feel something so useless, then I have no choice but to make you mine.” It was only briefly that he stopped, and it was just to breathe his words hotly into your ear.
You were weak in the knees, ready and fully prepared to slide down the wall as he finally released his hold on you. Instead though, his arms reached out wrapping around your waist as he led you slowly into the shower. The look in his eyes as he peered down at your flushed face told you everything he had on his mind, the plans and desires were like an open book, which only furthered to fluster you as the man before you slowly turned the handles. Water came out from the shower head making contact with your still fully clothed body, it nearly burned you before slowly cooling down to a more tolerable temperature, as steam began to rise up around you fogging over any glass or reflective surface in the bathroom.
“While the water cleans the blood, I’ll have you to clean something else.” These words had your body tingling in anticipation, as you found yourself once again kneeling before him.
“Always so obedient, the others could learn a thing or two from you.” He undid the belt first, slowly as if to tease you and those hungry eyes of yours a little bit longer, before moving his hands over the buttons of his pants.
“Patience please (Y/N), unless your supposed love of me is just unbridled lust!” Mocking you and your impatience, you had reached out to pull his pants down in hopes of getting this show on the road; and while it seemed you be getting your wish granted, it would come with more teasing.
“I don’t like disobedient pawns, but I am feeling generous today, as reward for patching me up I will allow you to put that useless mouth of yours to use!” Shigaraki’s pants weren’t even fully undone before you had your hands reaching in and pulling the firm member from out of its hiding place.
The head of his cock was pushing past your lips before you even had time to react, the smell was strong and pungent but you couldn’t complain, because it was his scent that enveloped you. Despite your feelings at these turn of events, the lack of experience at least on your part began to show as the pain in your jaw forced you to pull away from him. Shigaraki didn’t seem too keen on letting you escape that easily, as he placed a flat palm on the back of your head forcing you back towards him.
“Fuck!” exclaiming in surprise, he gazed down at you as half of his full length was in your mouth, pressing against the inside of your cheek, stretching it out to the side as he made room for himself.
“Use your tongue!” as commanded by your benefactor, you began to slowly and haphazardly use your tongue.
It was almost like an exploration, the tip of your tongue could feel every fold of his skin, the twitching of muscles, and the various dips and curves that made him up. His palm was still placed against the back of your head, and at the increase in pressure you began to move his throbbing shaft around your mouth, tongue sliding languidly over him. Unsure of how well you were preforming, your eyes curiously trailed up to his face which was watching you with an almost manic glee. The smile on his face was wide and twisted, but there was no malice to be seen, instead he seemed to be enjoying this little show.
“Ah, fuck right there!” Shigaraki jolted back the moment your teeth grazed over a surprisingly sensitive spot.
A new found desire began to bubble up inside, as you continued to pay close attention to this discover, you moved your head and tongue faster. Sounds you had never heard him make before began to echo off the walls, as your own sex began to pulse with heat and drip from more than just the running shower. All you wanted in this moment was to please Shigaraki, to make him feel even better, so you pressed your teeth down ever so slightly to create another form of pressure around him. It seemed to do the job as his member began to twitch and swell against the rapid movements of your mouth.
“Fuck I’m going to cum!” in that instance he released his warm seed into your mouth, taking you by surprise, as you forced your head back choking on what had shot down your throat while the rest continued to shoot out from the tip and cover your face.
“Well…” he seemed to be out of breath, as he looked at your soiled face with pride in his red eyes “your mouth might not be so useless after all. But there is another entrance I want to find.”
Without hesitation Shigaraki grabbed a fistful of your sweater, turning enough of it to nothing so that your naked body was exposed to him. Using his knee he knocked you off balance, as you feel back onto your elbows, as he joined you on the shower floor. Arms wrapped around each of your thighs, roughly yanking you back towards him.
“How filthy you are down here, is this just from sucking on my cock or were you like this even before that?” his question was unanswered but his hot breath did elicit a gasp of air from you, as your hands tried to push his head away in embarrassment only able to just barely feel his hair with the tips of your fingers as his nose pressed against your panties.
“I wonder, do you touch yourself and think of me, you said you love me after all.” His words made you quiver, as your soaked panties remained the only thing between you and further onslaught from his mouth.
“One day, I’ll make you put on even more of a show for me, but for now I want to eat!” and without any chance for you to try and stop him, your panties and sweater were now a matching set.
There was no time to become frustrated or even angry that he destroyed your clothing, because the feeling of his teeth nibbling on your clit sent you over the edge as you came almost immediately. Shigaraki didn’t stop there however, oh no he continued to suck and tease your sensitive clit further, as you gasped and made various breathy noises in response to his attention. It felt amazing, just having this small button stimulated by the man you loved was more than you could ever dream of, and if he had just continue on like this you would have been more than content for now.
Instead, you felt pressure at the entrance to your pussy, before you felt what could only be his finger pushing deep into you. Back arching, knees shaking and head thrown back in euphoric bliss your walls squeezed tightly around his finger almost like you were trying to keep him inside of you. This didn’t go unnoticed, as you felt his smile before yet another finger found its way into your core. His hand was pumping faster in and out of you, as only two things were on your mind in this moment, the first being that the feelings of having the man you loved finger fucking the ever loving hell out of you was better than doing it alone could ever be. The second thought was that you hoped Shigaraki was careful not to activate his quirk while his fingers were inside of you, even if this element of danger just made you all the more excited.
Between his teeth and fingers, you couldn’t tell which made you feel the most stimulated, because each was touching a part of you and giving you releases so frequently that by the time his tongue had entered into the lineup you were already reaching levels of overstimulation. Your mind was becoming hazy, the only thing that you could clearly focus on was the feelings of Shigaraki. It was all him, every thought and desire boiled down to Shigaraki and Shigaraki alone. In this moment, anything he wanted you would also have wanted, whatever he could have asked of you would have been done without hesitation or question because he was turning you into a hot fucking mess with just his mouth and fingers alone. It made you wonder, how it would feel to have that delicious cock of his pounding into you the same way his fingers currently pumped in and out of you.
Eventually, the fun had to stop, as the water began to turn as cold as ice and your body had fallen numb what felt like an hour ago. The number of times you had cum for Shigaraki became blurry somewhere after five or six, and you could barely feel the gentle caress of his tongue licking you clean before placing a kiss on your inner thigh.
“For now we stop here, but next time I will make sure not you know your mine by marking your outsides,” turning the water off he helped you up and allowed you to use him as support for now, “I will also paint your inside white with my cum.” His laugh was more of a cackle, filled with madness and desire as he thought of all the ways he could use you to please himself, but also all the ways he could make you even more of his obedient little pawn.
“Also, from now on you’re going to refer to me as Tomura, understood (Y/N).” you could only nod your head weakly in response as he help you out of the bathroom and back to his room where he dried you both off before replacing your soaked and ruined clothes with fresh ones.
Even if you wanted to refuse his demands, it would prove futile after all this you knew, you belonged to him and only him.
Chapter 2: Dabi - Silent Treatment Reader
A collection of short one-shot stories where the reader has lost the ability to speak due to an incident that ranges from accident, to intentional, which now leaves you in the care of at least one of this dashing and intrepid cast of characters. There will be a variety of scenario’s explored and kinks touched upon for all you curious depraved little ones.
The only thing these all have in common is that the Reader will remain almost exclusively quiet the entire time
The tags will be updated as more chapters are released.
Fair warning, that this one is a bit different from the previous chapter, but I got his with that good ol' 2 am inspiration and before I knew it BOOM!
So I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
The smell of burning flesh still stung your nose, the sulfuric scent stinging your eyes and choking your airways. The weight of concrete and foundation pressing into your lower half, as your cries for help became strangled and incoherent with all the inhalation of smoke and debris. Soon enough the tightening airways became the least of your worries, as the act of breathing alone became too much as your chest tightened, heart pounding as your weary eyes began to close and your head finally rested onto the soot covered ground.
Without another ounce of energy to sustain your dying and fruitless efforts to live, you allowed yourself to succumb to what you could only believe to be the worse death as the sounds of anguished screams and wailing children caught in the merciless fire began to fade into the distance. Red and blue hued flames danced in flashes even behind your lids, and though your conscious was mostly gone, you retained some of your other senses though just barely.
It didn’t seem real, the sensation of coarse fingers touching the skin of your hand, the smell of tobacco beating out the smells of a burning building as the pain in your legs eased and the sharp pains of hardwood ceased digging into your hip as your body was lifted almost effortlessly from its predetermined grave. Your head had begun to roll back, as fresh air began to fill your lungs once more, the burning wreaking havoc once more as you began to wheeze and hack, you could feel those same coarse fingers gently touch your temple and roll your head towards something study as the coughing fit subsided and was instead replaced with hagrid wheezing.
Any attempt to open your eyes was met with darkness, as the heavy lids refused to move even a centimeter, your limbs finding it harder and harder to hold themselves upright as on hand slipped off your lap and dangled at your side. To any passerby, you must look like a cadaver with how lifeless your carried body must look. You felt the person's chest heaves a few times, breath becoming more and more labored, as they continued to carry you.
It made you wonder, who this person was, risking their life to save yours from a burning building, so with one final effort you forced your eyes open only to find a pair of turquoise looking off into the distance. The only thought on your mind, as the heavy eyelids fluttered close once more, was how eerily similar those eyes were to the blue that still danced spots behind your lids. Eventually, the world became silent, and even the labored breaths from you and the mysterious wonder faded as you had finally succumbed to your wounds.
The cold sweat that soaked your nightshirt as well as the entire length of your back, was a side effect from the dream that had transpired, or should you call it a memory. Placing your forehead in your hands, you could feel the familiar sensation of tears bite at the back of your throat and sting your waterline, but you forced them back. In the past several months since the fire that destroyed your home, and took the lives of countless innocent citizens, you had cried so often that you couldn’t recall a time where your face wasn’t red and rawed by fresh tear stains.
With shaky legs you slowly raised your body from the bed you had been resting in, and though you tried to remain mostly silent the slightest creak from the old floor boards was more than loud enough to draw unwanted attention. The door behind you clicked, as the handle turned and the hinges creaked, as a face you had become all too familiar with entered the room.
“You’re finally awake?” his voice was dry and husky as usual, and the faint light caught on the various piercings and staple-esque pieces that held leathery skin to fresh and unmarked ones.
Averting your gaze, you ignored the man as best you can, however this didn’t seem to go over well with him as the floor creaked once more under weight as he strolled into the room towards you. Instinctively, you tried to move aside as you always did when he came too close, after all this wasn’t any ordinary man who had been keeping you under watch in this old abandoned apartment complex this was none other than a member of the League of Villains.
“Still playing this game kitten?” you flinched, the pet name was ridiculous, especially since it made you feel even more like a caged animal.
Raising your head you finally met his gaze with your own disgusted one, and though his face showed little in its expressions, his turquoise eyes danced with that very same fire from that night, and the twisted amusement behind them had you shaking ever so slightly. Despite everything, this villain was nothing but good to you, he treated your wounds and even managed to acquire you some pure oxygen to help speed up your healing process.
And still, you could not allow yourself to lower your guard, this was one of the same members of that damned organization that had nearly wiped out an entire prefecture only a year ago. He was one of the most wanted criminals in the country, if not the world, and yet he had risked pulling you from a fire that you could only assume he started. At first, you hadn’t realized who he was and with your pre-fire raspy voice you had tried to speak with him, it was only after you had both sat down a few weeks after and were watching the news that you finally put two and two together.
Damn you felt like such a fool, casually cozying up to him, allowing yourself to become comfortable and even believing him to be your hero! The tips of your ears burned crimson as the recollection made you blush. Many people might wonder why you were still here, if you knew for this long who he was, well your first escape attempt ended when he easily surrounded you in a ring of blue fire. In fact, just outside the open door you could see the black ring that now permanently marked the wood from the corner of your eye. After your first, and really only, escape attempt he had become far more intent on keeping you caged in this hell hole.
“Kitten...” the low lull of the nickname brought you back to the present and your current stare down with the man whose lips twitched ever so slightly into a smirk, as his calloused and studded hands reached out to your face, thumb barely gracing the apple of your cheek before you jumped away from him and vaulted over the bed.
Bare feat pounded against moaning wood as you ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you, and bracing your back against the peeling paint job. Your heart raced as the adrenaline coursed through you, the sound of his heavy footfalls approaching the door as the threat of tears began to eat away at you once again. Closing your eyes you braced yourself for something terrible and dire, and though he never once showed you the side portrayed in the news, you always feared what he was capable off.
However, just like usual nothing came, other than the soft raping of knuckles on the other side of the door, and a fairly soft voice muffled by the barrier as he spoke.
“I will make us some breakfast...be quick with your shower or, should I join you?” the offer was sudden, never before had he been this...well...perhaps the word forward would be an apt description for his increasing behavioral abnormalities these last few weeks.
Reaching back, you turned the small knob beneath the handle, locking the door, before grabbing a chair you had begun to store here and used it to further barricade yourself in. A flimsy attempt, yes. Could he burn this door down easily, yes. Did it still ease your worries as you undressed yourself and prepared for an early morning shower? Absolutely!
Now, if you were to be honest, you had full intentions on locking yourself inside of the water closet for a few more hours at least, but the smell of freshly made food urged forth a set of low grumbles from your stomach. They were the only thing that convinced you to leave the semblance of safety you had in the small room for the larger and far more uncomfortable presence of your captor.
Watching his back as he continued to cook, you wonder to yourself, if you had never seen that news cast would you have figured it out? Up until now, you had never paid much attention to the news as where you lived before the fire wasn’t well known for its prosperous nature or wealth of denizens. Your lips slowly parted as you thought back to the first month that you and he had spent time together.
Even with your hard to understand raspy and smoke damaged voice, the man was kind to you, even giving you gentle smiles that caused his eyes to glow in soft hues. It was this version of the man before you that you thrived to remember, the side you begged the universe to let you see again, because despite everything that had happened and finding out the truth of who he was. You couldn’t deny the level of attraction you had begun to feel towards him then.
“-ten!” the slightly raised tone of voice grabbed your attention once again from your melancholy reprieve.
With a defiant turn of your head you ignored any other words spoken, instead taking a seat at the already set table where your stomach proceed to gurgle once more, loud enough that even he could hear which made him chuckle in response. From where you sit, the sound seemed to reverberate in his chest which shook with a gentle force before he turned the electric stove off and made his way towards you and the table carrying the current object of your desire.
“So...how much longer do you plan to play this game kitten?” his tone was dangerously low, almost predatory, as the food cooled on his plate, while you silently ate yours.
“I see…” was his only response as the two of you ate the delicious meal in undisturbed silence.
Plates cleans, dishes washed, and your dripping hair now fully dried your companion stood by the door fully dressed and pulling his shoes on. Despite your actions, you couldn’t help but stand nearby as you watched him, hands twisting around the cotton shirt your wore. Once he was finally finished he glanced back at you, that same mischievous gleam the only sign to understand what he was thinking as he turned back and headed out the door.
Before you could react the various locks, both inside and out, clicked and thunked there way into place and those familiar footfalls faded off into the distance. This had been routine for the last several months, he would leave once or twice every week usually be gone for a whole day, and then return back home. No, wait this wasn’t home, with a violent shake of your head you grit your teeth and made your way towards the couch.
Before your even knew it, the sun had faded below the horizon, draping the city and your home in ambient darkness. You had spent almost all day splitting your attention between the front door and the television that you used to fill the silence. After the first four hours your decided that your attention would best be focused on the actual thing that held entertainment value. Of course, this lasted only a few more hours, before your attention automatically began to drift back towards the door.
Your legs began to shake as your nerves settled in, and a gnawing feeling began to grow in the pit of your stomach. Getting onto your feet you made your way cautiously into his room, perhaps you could finally make your chance to escape, at least this was what you told yourself as you began to rummage through his clothes. Just as quickly as the nerves had set in, they dissipated as you surrounded yourself in that soothing and familiar scent of tobacco smoke, leather and ginger.
Before these events, your would have never found yourself comforted by these odd smells, and yet your body involuntarily relaxed as you brought one of the hanging shirts to your nose, inhaling the scent deeply, thighs pressing together as a seed of warmth began to bubble up inside of you. Taking the shirt from the closet, you walked backwards before taking a seat on the edge of his box spring mattress.
When did this start, the need to be enveloped by his scent, perhaps it was the first time he had ever left you alone, before you even knew his name. Sliding back further into his bed, you began to make yourself comfortable among the already disheveled sheets. Resting your head back against the headboard you closed your eyes once more taking a deep inhalation of this beloved scent. How much longer could you hold out like this, you wanted him to touch you so badly and yet you knew it was wrong, why did it have to feel so wrong?
A wandering hand slowly snuck its way up and over your exposed thighs, before slipping past the waist of your shorts and towards the already expectant warmth. Each time you engaged in such cardinal acts, it seemed your response to certain stimuli began to become faster, in face just being near him earlier as he called you kitten was becoming enough to push you over the edge. Exhaling a soft breath of relief, the sensation of pleasure washed over you as a finger slipped past the slick folds and eased its way into your core.
“D-dabi!” you moaned out his name as your body slowly slid down the headboard, one hand busy pleasuring yourself while the other held the intoxicating scent of his shirt close to your face.
As you continued, the lewd sounds began to fill your ears, as you slowly inserted a second finger drawing out louder and more desperate moans. Continuing to call out his name, you could feel the first release building, further and further, you tried to drag it out until you could no longer resist the flood of endorphins that overtook you as your muscles tightened before relaxing once more.
However, you wanted more, you wanted to go one more time, but one more time slowly became three, and three turned to four, at some point your shorts and panties had found their way to the floor as you now relied on two hands to push your body further and further into ecstasy. Around your sixth or eighth time, you finally felt the fatigue begin to settle in, and your pussy throb from the hours of pleasure. Swearing that this would be your last you began to slow down just a bit, closing your eyes as you savoured the sensations, imagining what he was packing beneath those trousers.
“D-dabi m-more! Please!” you cried out again, only this time, received a response.
“Well, if you insist kitten.” his voice shot through you like an electric current as you opened your eyes to find the object of your lustful desires standing before you at the edge of his bed, staring you and your half naked body down with a hungry glint in his eyes.
“DABI?!” the shock of the situation left you shouting his name.
“In the flesh.” the words oozed from his lips like honey as he slipped his large coat off dropping it to the floor around his feet. “For someone so bent on remaining silent,” slowly he crept his way onto the bed crawling towards you as fear began to well up inside of you, replacing the euphoric high with fight or flight but before you could even react he placed his hand on your inner thigh using the other to hold onto the headboard as he leaned into the crook of your neck whispering into your ear, “you make a lot of noise.”
The shiver that ran down your spine pulled a soft whimper from your lips as you squirmed beneath his intense gaze, no more could you pretend to hide behind the morals you tried to hold onto for so long as you laid in this man's bed masturbating to thoughts of him ravaging your body as you held onto one of his shirts.
“I think, I’ll give you exactly what you want, kitten.” before you could even flimsily protest, you could feel the hand grip into the meat of your thigh, before nails dragged slowly up and towards where your hands currently tried to hide your flower.
The feeling of his warm breath tickling the side of your face, the sensation of black hair softly kissing the apples of your cheeks, as he chuckled in that same deep way he had done earlier. Inhaling you could feel his hands easily move yours aside, as a single calloused finger gently sank into the folds of your warmth pulling a loud and choked gasp from your throat. Toe curling, and back arching, how could just him teasing the entrance with one finger already make that knot form in the pit of your abdomen again?
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, waiting patiently for the moment he would push past your entrance and deeper into your cave only the moment never came instead the opposite happened as he withdrew his hand leaving you confused as your eyes shot open looking upon his face, which was now inches away from your own, with what you could only assume as a mix of pain and confusion. This made the fire in his eyes dance, as both hands grasped either side of your face, you watched him lick his lips apprehensively and you wondered if all this time he had been waiting for you to cave just like this.
“Say my name...” the words were a slow drawn out command.
“D...” you bit your lip, unable to complete his request, without hesitation however his hands left your face and instead gripped into your hips yanking you off the bed and into his lap in one fluid motion.
“Say it.” the words were harsher, deeper, a growl reverberating in the back of his throat as a hand came down onto your exposed bottom which made you yelp in response as the sting began to settle in.
“Dabi!” you replied, tears stinging the corners of your eyes, as he brought you in placing a kiss onto your lips.
“Good kitten. Listen to me and be rewarded, disobey and,” another sting as he slapped the opposite cheek of your ass, “I’ll be forced to discipline you from now on.”
You could only nod as you choke down a sob, while this hurt, you couldn’t deny that a part of you tingled in delight at the prospect of being embraced by this man. He was forbidden fruit, and you were dying to take a bite, a feeling which seemed to be mutually shared as he returned for another kiss this one more forceful than the last as one hand gripped the base of your neck taking a fist full of hair with it as the other returned to where your body ached the most for his touch.
Without another moment of hesitation, two fingers easily slipped inside of your dripping warmth as your body curved towards his in an effort to push them further inside. You could feel the corners of his lips pull back as his teeth bit down onto your lower lip, in response you parted your lips allowing the taste of tobacco to overtake your mouth as his tongue slipped its way inside asserting dominance over you even further.
His fingers curled up inside of you, hooking into the walls as he explored every inch, searching in slow fashion until at last he found what he had been searching for. As you jerked your head back, you bit down onto the tip of his tongue causing it to bleed ever so slightly into your mouth before you had fully parted from the kiss. Taking this as his next opportunity, Dabi took the fistful of your hair and yanked you down towards the mattress, sliding you off his lap as he began to move his fingers faster inside of you pressing up against the same spot over and over pulling one choked and pleading gasp of breath after another out between moans of pleasure.
He continued to pull your hair back anytime you tried to turn your head, as he was currently taking to leaving marks all along the delicate skin of your exposed neck. Once he was satisfied by the number of dark forming hickeys and gently bleeding bites, he released your hair from his grasp and slowed the onslaught of his skilled fingers just long enough to roll you onto your stomach.
Once again, you were rendered speechless as his open palmed hand proceeded to come down on your ass, alternating cheeks with each hit, you began to wonder what you had done to disobey him, so you tried to squirm away however he was quick to remove his fingers and use both hands to pull you back towards him, as your tingling ass pressed up against the large erection you could feel beneath the fabric of his pants.
“Where do you think you’re going kitten?” his voice was gruffer than usual as he spoke.
“Y...you’re punishing me without....a reason!” you answered him in the defiant attitude you had adopted when dealing with him these past few months, however the sweet and gentle call of your name as he began to gently massage the area he had just previously spanked red, make you feel both cold and feverishly hot all at the same time.
“Those were for all the months you pretended that you couldn’t tolerate my presence, now, how about we move on to the reward for you being so honest with your feelings finally?” casting your gaze back over your shoulder at him, you wondered what he could possibly have in mind, however you needn't wonder for long as you felt both of his fingers return to inside of you.
Dabi seemed merciless this time, moving faster and harder as he pumped his long and roughed fingers in and out of your honey pot with a fervor you had never seen from the fairly listless man before. Without much more effort though, to your dismay, he finished for you the orgasm he had only just previously interrupted. While you did wish he had done more, you were also fairly relieved as you worked to breathe regularly again, your body had gone through at least a few hours of this by yourself before he had come back home you weren’t sure it could handle much more.
“Oh kitten, don’t relax just yet,” the words oozed in malicious intent as you rolled onto your side to get a better look of his face as his tongue ran over his dripping fingers cleaning away your juices, “the fun has only just begun.”
Unsure how to reply, you tried to slip onto your back, however Dabi was able to stop you mid roll and instead kept you on your side as he took your thigh and dragged your body towards him. With one hand holding you in place, the other unzipped his pants sliding them down just enough to slip the large and unsurprisingly pierced shaft out for you to gaze upon. Your draw dropped as you stared at both the girth the length he was sporting, before your eyes slowly raised up to his face and that same fear from before settled in.
“There isn’t anyway that could fit inside of me!” you cried out but either Dabi didn’t hear you or he chose to ignore you, most likely the latter, as he positioned the tip at your entrance.
“My turn then kitten!” even dripping in your own juices and his precum, the act of him slipping deep inside of your warmth was a difficult task, and your clit throbbed in pain as a piercing gently passed by it on its way towards your womb.
“Dabi stop! I- it- AH!” your protests were cut short as the last bit of him slid effortlessly in with the rest, and suddenly you had taken the entirety of him all the way down the base, how you didn’t know but here you were getting the one thing you’ve been craving for months and all you could do was stare in shock at where both of your bodies currently connected.
Slowly you watched as piercings began to slowly reemerge one by one, the sensation pulling soft mews from you and breathy groans from him before finally he slammed the entirety back down inside of you calling your name beneath his breath like a curse as he continued the slow withdrawal before returning back into you. While his hands held onto both of your thighs, your hands were currently twisting and pulling at his bedspread as you buried your face deeper into the mattress.
Each thrust pushing you further and further into the mattress as you were effortlessly rolled back onto your stomach, a fistful of hair grasped in one hand while the other massaged your ass once again as his own thrusting began to speed up, your hair pulled back towards him with each thrust dragging loud cries of pleasure out from the both of you. The bed and floor boards began to creak from the action, echoing off the walls along with the sounds of pleasure, as you both continued to revel in the others company.
As he pounded away at the entrance to your womb, you could feel every individual piercing as your walls tightened around him, calling forth another animalistic growl deep within his throat. Once more the sensation of a fiery knot began to form inside of you, and from the way he began to move much faster and pulsate inside of you, you began to wonder if perhaps he too was preparing for his release. Though the feelings of cardinal lust and desire had overtaken most of your senses of reason, a part of you wondered if you should let him release his seed inside of you. Just thinking about that made you tighten around him even more which made his fingers digger deeper into the soft and plump curves of your body.
“Fucking-” the words were cut off as he groaned again this time releasing your hair from his grasp and bending over so his body now laid over yours as his hips continued their relentless thrust into yours.
“I want it! I want it inside! Please!” the begging and pleading request came between moans of ecstasy as his movements became much more sporadic.
“Say you want my milk!” his command came out through clenched teeth, as you could feel his forehead press into the back of your shoulder.
“Please give me your milk Dabi!” you more than readily complied with his demand as his laugh shook not only his chest but also your body as the time between thrust shortened as he moved at near inhuman speeds before finally he slammed one last time into your womb at full force, shooting his warm and thick seed deep inside you.
Without pulling out or even pulling off of you, Dabi took you up into his arms as you two laid side by side in his bed, dick still pumping into your body, and you wondered if this was where you became pregnant with his child. Closing your eyes, you revealed in the feeling of a tender hand caressing your hair, and figured that the next time you would be sure to ask him why he had chosen to save you that day of the fire.
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Chapter 3: Yagi - Completely Mute Reader
Born without the ability to speak had always left you at various disadvantages in life, and right now was one of those, glaringly obvious. Currently, you were tied to a chair in the middle of a dingy, abandoned and rundown office, and though it served little purpose your mouth was currently duct taped closed. Exhaling through your nose was the only viable option if you wished to continue breathing as eyes slowly scanned around the room, the person who had tied you up was nowhere in sight, allowing you time to try and fight the bindings that dug into sensitive skin. How long had you been trapped like this? An hour? No, your arms would have been numb by then, maybe no more than a half hour? Reliving the events that led up to this moment, you had been planning to see your boyfriend, when someone grabbed you from behind pulling you into a side alley. It was late at night, and without the ability to speak up you couldn't alert anyone to your situation. Though, considering how much effort this person seemed to be going through you were starting to genuinely believe that maybe had you the choice to speak up they would have taken more drastic measures.
The door slamming open broke your concentration, as a large hulking figure nearly broke the door frame as they moved into the room. Their face was concealed beneath an orange and steel spiked gas mask, one that made you shudder beneath what felt to be an intense gaze. They were silent, slow steps taken with effortless long strides as the large man reached you in three steps. You could practically see every ripple of muscle, the valleys and peaks of his abs, every fiber of him was taught like a wire and his dark clothing did little to hide this as it seemed ready to burst at the seams. He reached out, causing you to flinch instinctively, however he only pushed the back of your chair against the desk behind you. Turning your attention up to your captor, eyes shining with a dewy nervousness, you could hear them breathing heavily through the gas mask as their body radiated heat in waves. The balancing act of not leaning into gravity kept you from moving away from them, but it seemed they took this as a sign of compliance rather than survival.
Bringing the chair back to sitting, you were stabilized once again as all four legs touched the ground, only for them to jerk your head up by pinching your chin between their thumb and forefinger. Again, you could feel that intense gaze from before, but without eyes to hone in on, you felt lost and more than a bit frightened. The man took notice of your shivering, as they released your face moving back towards the door. How foolish of you to believe they would be leaving, it wasn't until the sound of a clicking lock reached your ears that you tensed once more shaking your head violently. This path they were on, it felt like some mission, on that they needed to see through to the end. It was all there, in the way they walked back towards your trembling form, the way there large hands wound their way through your hair before ghosting over the rest of your bound body, it was like they were examining you with every touch.
The feeling of their hands on you burned your skin, nerves firing shocking signals through your spine as your back stiffened when the man passed a particularly sensitive spot. You couldn't moan, even as the sensation felt amazing, your sounds were nonexistent and the person seemed to pick up on this as they reached out tearing the duct tape away. The pain made you wince, a hiss of air escaping from between your teeth, but no words or curses or pleas for your life came out. Silent, as the day you were born, and perhaps until the day you died. While you ponder if this masked character would ever utter a single sound, you were taken aback when such a warm yet gruff voice spoke from behind the mask.
"You can't speak?" A simple question with a simple answer.
You shake your head.
"A shame, I always liked a screamer." That confession made your entire being tense like a spring.
Unable to ask for clarification, you were forced to be the idle watcher of the scene playing out before you. From within the pockets of his dark green pants he removed a single blade, reflecting the low moonlight streaming in from the window slats behind him. The sight had your breath catch in your throat as you began to try and kick your legs, a feeble attempt to keep this man at bay, for you feared the wielder's intent more so than the weapon itself. Your actions had the opposite effect, and instead stirred them forward as one hand easily wrapped around both ankles pulling you, and the chair, into their overbearing warmth once more. He towered over you, and to get closer he was forced to bend over you forcing your face to press flat against his chest. He smelled like a warm summer breeze, and iron, almost as if he was bleeding somewhere.
Being this close, you were able to feel ragged and laboured breathing, they were short and easy to miss, but the way his chest seemed to spasm almost painfully against you gave it away. If the cool metal of the blade hadn't slipped across your exposed skin, you would've continued to think about the man caging you within his arms, but now you were hyper fixated on the blade pressing into the rope near your wrist, the sharpened blade teasing your soft flesh almost to say it could cut you just as easily as these restraints if you weren't careful. Remaining as still as humanly possible, you did your best not to flinch with your entire body each time skin and blade made contact. Within a matter of minutes the ropes were cut away, freeing you from the chair, however despite the newly acquired mobility you dare not move. After all, the hulking form of the man had yet to pull away, instead they seemed too eager to press even closer allowing the tip of the knife to break skin as warm blood began to gently pool its way down the weapon sending another shiver up your spine.
He seemed to take notice of your reaction, now letting the blade slide up your arm, allowing the sharpened edge tease your skin once more before pressing the blade deeper into unmarked flesh letting more ruby pearls form and drip to the floor, most likely staining the carpet beneath. The knife was first to leave, then him, as he pulled off of your slightly trembling frame as the gas mask once again came into view. Silver of the mask and shoulder spikes glinted menacingly as the soft light refracted off giving an almost heavenly glow around them. A large black gloved hand, the one not stained in your blood, as it once more finds its way into your hair taking a fistful and yanking your head back sharply.
“Open your pretty little mouth-” you could feel the knife once again press into your flesh, this time however it was digging into your neck- “it would be a shame to carve your skin up anymore than need be.”
A knot formed in your throat, and swallowing it became difficult as the knife pressed closer into your skin drawing more blood to the surface as the sticky substance began to drip down your throat. Managing to finally get passed the nerves, the knife let up slightly as you parted your quivering lips partially. It didn’t seem like this was what they wanted as the fist in your hair forced you forward towards the ground causing you to gasp in fear while your eyes clenched shut in anticipation to meet the ground. Instead, your face was pressed against the rough fabric of dark green cargo pants, from which you could feel something warm practically pulsating against the side of your face. Opening your eyes, you finally made contact with what it was, as the large bulge in the man’s pants gave away the reason to why you were here, and with this newfound knowledge your desire to escape kicked back in as your wordlessly struggled beneath his firm grasp. This seemed to startle him, as his grip loosened just enough for you to push yourself off him and back towards the chair, as you turned ready to jump away from him and towards the door. It seemed he anticipated this as he shrugged off the earlier surprise, grabbing hold of your hair once more and yanking you back towards him causing your knees to meet the ground painfully quick as a gasp of pain forced your mouth open a bit wider.
“Behave now darling, wouldn’t want a sweet ray of sunshine to get terribly injured now would we?” his words made you stop, your body froze as the words he spoke rattled around in your head, but you weren’t able to process the matter further as the sound of a zipper drew your attention back up to his pants, as the free hand reached inside pulling out his thick cock.
Eyes blown wide, you looked from the massive beast before you and up to him, did he really expect you to fit something this large into your mouth? He could easily break your jaw with one accidental thrust of his hips, which you were able to see his pelvic bone now peek out from where his pants loosely hung. That thick knot in your throat returned, and you did your best to get rid of it as the dripping head of his cock pressed against your lips, smearing the precum across your mouth. You weren’t going to open now, to which he responded by yanking your hair back forcing you to open your mouth just enough to allow him to push the head of his massive girth past your lips and into your warm mouth.
“There you go darling, that wasn’t so hard?” both of you knew his question was rhetorical, as he slowly slipped himself deeper into the inviting sensation that was your mouth.
The strain on your lower jaw was intense, it brought tears to the corners of your eyes as you attempted not to bite down on him, or gag as the tip just barely brush against your throat for a moment before pulling back out ever so slightly. Opening your eyes ever so slightly, you could see that a fair amount of his erection was still left unsheathed outside of your mouth, and if it hurt this much you could only imagine how much more pain you be in if he decided to ram the full package down your throat. Closing your eyes you tried to wiggle your jaw, easing the pain slightly, as the man above you let out a soft and guttural moan just before he began to rock his hips back and forth against your face. At first the pace was gentle, almost like he knew you needed a moment to get adjusted to the size, but after a minute or so of this gentle back and forth the hand in your hair pushed you down, forcing you to wrap further around his girth as tears flowed freely from your eyes and down your cheeks, while the knife found its way beneath your chin pressing the stained blade into your burning flesh.
“Use your tongue!” he commanded between groans of pleasure, to which you compiled as your tongue began to move with the motions of your head wrapping around the sides and feeling every ridge and vein that pulsated against the wet muscle.
You could feel something twist inside of you, your chest pounded in anticipation and your stomach tied itself into knots, as your face wasn’t the only thing acquiring moisture now. Pressing your thighs together, you reached your hand out gripping into his muscular thigh as you twisted his pants around in your fist in an attempt to remain upright as his pace quickened, and every thrust pushed him deeper and deeper down your throat. It was hard to breath, and you were beginning to feel lightheaded, causing your grip on the man to loosen ever so slightly, but even thrusting like a madman he seemed to notice as he began to slow down for just a brief second. That was all you needed to get a fresh breath in through your nose, filling your lungs back up, as you gripped his thigh digging your fingers into the flesh to which he responded by forcing the last bits of his cock down your throat and thrusting fast against your face forcing your nose around the bush of hair at the base. Sparring a glance, you could see blonde hairs peek out at you, as your thighs squeezed together even tighter and your tongue move rapidly around the man’s swelling member with a fever. Once again the lightheadedness began to set in, and your jaw was screaming in pain at being forced open for so long, but it seemed that luck was on your side at last as a few more quick and sloppy thrust led to him pressing your face flat against his pelvis as warm cum shot straight down your throat in a gushing wave, all of which you were forced to swallow in an effort not to choke.
Once he was done spurting his seed, the man slowly pulled back, releasing your hair in the process, as you coughed and gagged, rubbing your raw throat and aching jaw. You likely would have passed out right then and there but your captor had other plans, as the knife came to rest at your sternum, just above the collar of your shirt. Your face once more captured between thick and calloused thumb and forefinger, as you were forced to look at him, and he took in your tear stained face. He said nothing, as the knife dug into your skin drawing forth more blood, before pulling back as he hooked your shirt beneath the blade and dragging it down as the room filled with the sounds of clothing being torn and shredded beneath a blade. The sound made you flinch, as you did your best to avert your gaze, however his grip kept you locked on him, as you watch your masked captor tear through your shirt, pants and undergarments like it was butter. Now, you were naked on the floor, dripping between your thighs, as chills ran over your spine in waves of nervous anticipation.
“You’re beautiful...darling...I think it’s time we have some more fun.” it didn’t take a genius to understand what those words entailed, as you were forced to your feet, only to land backwards onto the bed. The man quickly caging your naked body beneath his massive muscular one, his hands eagerly roaming the freshly exposed skin, until he let out a frustrated sigh. “I think this is getting in the way.” pulling off you, your eyes followed him as he now stood at the foot of the bed removing his pants and spiked shoulder guards, then his gas mask, and finally his shirt.
Now you were able to see him in his entirety, and you couldn’t deny your heart beat increased dramatically as the blonde man turned to face you once more. He was sculpted like an Adonis, his muscles defined and deep, every part of him was perfectly chiseled, the only thing even remotely out of place on his god-like body was a massive scar that constituted the majority of his left side. Your eyes lingered on the scar, perhaps for a bit too long, as the next moment your hair was once more in his large fist as the blade pressed into the meat of your thighs.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you...staring is impolite?” there was a large smile on his face, but it was far from a comforting one, as the blade slowly grazed your thigh causing you to shutter as his hot breath tickled the crook of your neck. “This...is going to be fun.” that was the last thing he said before releasing you, only to pin your body back onto the uncomfortable motel mattress.
Your mouth was forced open in another gasp, to which he eagerly took the opportunity to shove his dominating tongue into your mouth, exploring every section with intensity and you wondered if he could taste himself on you. His hands once again roamed your body, the hilt of the knife pressing against your side, while his left found a home between your thighs. Back arching towards him, his lips twitched upwards into a smile, as his large fingers teased at your slick lips while continuing to sloppily explore your mouth with his tongue. Your body wanted more, more than just these faint brushes of pressure, you wanted the friction of having something, anything, inside of you right now. He seemed to understand your silent desires, as the knife in his right hand left your body, only to be reintroduced as the hilt pressed against your clit and you jumped, the blade scraping against your inner thigh in the process.
The man either failed to notice, or didn’t care, as the hilt pressed deeper, moving closer to your entrance, as your slick lips coated the safest part of the blade. Your hands, free to do as they pleased, made their way up and into the styled blonde locks, gripping and pulling as the strands began to tangle around your fingers that searched for some purchase as the blade’s handle continued to press against you, even occasionally entering you only to just as quickly retract. Your legs were twitching now, the pleasantness of friction was only ever brief and short lived, as you continued to want for more and more than just the weapon of your captor. You began to think of how he felt inside your mouth, forcing your jaw open with his girth, and you wondered how it would feel to have every centimeter of his massive cock thrusted into you without hesitation.
It seemed they had a similar thought, as the knife was now discarded, freeing up both massive hands as they took a bruising grip onto your hips. Your eyes fluttered open as your lips were separated, and vibrant blue eyes met yours before looking down to where your pussy dripped in desperation for something to fill it. At first, he attempted to line himself up with your entrance without aid, but after the first few attempts failed his right hand acted as a guide, as he gripped his erection finding the right hole easily now. The only warning you had that he was about to push inside was his eyes locking with your own, and then he was in. It was hard to tell if your lewd body was wet enough to take him, or if sex with your boyfriend had made accepting something so large easier, either way you were grateful that the pain of him slipping inside was only a smidgen as painful as the deepthroating had been.
With one thrust, your body took him in its entirety, your stomach visibly bulging as you felt overwhelmingly full with this man buried deep inside your core. The warmth and sensation was overwhelming as you came almost immediately, your walls clenching tightly around him, before relaxing, to which you received a heart laugh from the man currently balls deep in you. You felt at home like this, legs spread out wide and body spasming around a monster cock, and you weren’t ashamed to desire more of it. With some effort, your legs managed to wrap around his waist, and with ankles locked you intended to remain there, even as he began to move his hips rutting his lower half against yours.
His low and breathy groans, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, and your breathy noises were the only sounds that echoed off the peeling walls of this room. It seems infinitely louder, and you were certain the whole prefecture could hear you two as he drilled himself into you, the head of his cock easily brushing against your cervix, hands holding you with such strength you knew that you might not be able to walk straight for a while after this. His warm body pressed against you, careful not to suffocate you beneath his weight, as steam seemed to almost roll of his body in waves. He was panting low and heavy in your ear now, as something warm began to drip down onto your shoulder.
Eyes squeezed shut, you could feel him move faster, his hips thrusting at paces you never felt before, and the feeling of his balls slapping your ass coupled with him pounding against the entrance of your womb left you seeing stars as it seemed like some of his girth began to fade, and the large sculpted muscles began to cover less and less of your body. His fingers, still long and gripping tight, began to feel bonier and less study, even the pelvic bone felt sharper against you as he continued to breathe those ragged and laboured breaths until at last he rutted against you one last time before releasing his seed deep inside of your core.
As you struggled to regain your composure, your body twitching from the euphoric high, the spots began to fade and your eyes fluttered open being met not with the strong and muscular man who had brought you here, but the bony and scarecrow-esque form of your beloved Yagi. A gentle smile crossed your face as you released his hair from your hold, gentle resting it against the hollows of his cheeks, drawing his gaze and attention to your face once more. His eyes, that same and ever present, glowing shade of blue bore into you before he sighed deeply as he carefully wiped the blood he had spit up on the back of his hand before leaning in and running his tongue over your face cleaning away the tears from before.
He repeated the same action on any spot covered in blood, causing you to shiver beneath him, as your legs slipped from around his body and back onto the bed, as he withdrew from your warm pussy much to your dismay. Once he had satisfactorily cleaned your beautiful skin, he came to rest beside you on the bed carefully pulling your still quaking body into his embrace, his long fingers finding way into your hair and gently playing with the strands as you smiled happily against him. You could feel his chest vibrate, a low hum emanating from his throat, as he gently ran his unoccupied hand over your back.
“Are you okay, darling?” the concern was clear in his voice, and though you couldn’t answer him with words you nodded eagerly against him, and the tension he had been carrying seemed to fade away as he released a sigh of relief. “I’m glad I didn’t hurt you...the first time I cut you I was nervous...but you seemed rather eager about it all.” he gave an awkward, yet still hearty laugh, as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m surprised still...that this was what you wanted...I will admit there was some fun to it but I rather worship you than harm you my love.” to which you responded with a breathy chortle and he merely sighed.
Yagi had asked you earlier that week what some of your sexual fantasies had been, and you told him or rather wrote them down, and while he was taken aback by how dangerous you were willing to play he figured that he should be willing to give it a try. Even if he dreaded the idea of hurting you, seeing you tied up and at his mercy like that was something he wouldn’t mind seeing again, but next time he might just leave the knife behind.