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Deku could feel each drag of their fingertips over his skin. They traced every scar that they could reach causing goosebumps to race across his skin. No matter how many times they met like this Deku couldn’t control his actions. As fabric was pushed aside he felt a small blush as those same hands began moving lower and lower. Hot breath against his neck was the only warning he got before those hands wrapped around his hips.
“Alright I think I have all the measurements that I need,” Shigaraki said pulling away from Deku to write something down on his clip board.
“How long,” Deku had to stop and clear his throat, “How long until it's ready?”
“About a week,” Shigaraki replied as Deku finished readjusting his clothes.
“Great I guess I’ll see you then?” Deku questioned.
“Mhmm, I’ll text you,” Shigaraki replied without turning to look at his client.
“Alright I’ll see you then,” Deku chirped only feeling slightly disappointed when he got no response.
As he made his way out of the tailors shop Deku berated himself for getting carried away. His crush on the other man had come out of the blue when he had visited the shop for the first time. He had only been looking to get a custom suit made for his friends up coming wedding. Deku hadn’t been expecting to have his heart stolen by the tailor the moment he’d seen the other.
He was actually dreading the day his suit would be complete. When that day came he would lose the only reason he had to meet the other man. Which is why he had been psyching himself up to ask the other man out before each appointment. Only every time Deku would get lost in the sensation of Shigaraki’s hands on his skin and forget.
This next visit was his last chance to ask. If he failed then he would never let himself hear the end of it. Neither would any of his friends, who he had been venting to about Shigaraki for the last month. Deku tried not to think about the betting pool they had started and instead tried to think of the perfect way to ask his crush out.
This time he was going to do it for sure!
-
Deku did not expect to find himself bound and spread out on the counter of the tailor shop. His head spun as he tried to piece together how exactly he had ended up in this situation.
He had come to the store after receiving a text from Shigaraki that his suit was ready. When he had arrived he’d briefly noticed the store seemed quieter than usual but dismissed it to being a slow day. He had begun to walk to the back for his appointment when Shigaraki had walked out. Deku barely managed a hello before the other man began wrapping measuring tape around his wrists. The next thing he knew Deku was sent backwards with a strong push.
Which explains how he ended up in this position, but not why?!
“Well, well, well I really expected you to put up more of a fight,” Shigaraki commented as he stared down at the other man.
“Not to be rude but what is going on?” Deku asked in a shaky voice.
“I think you know exactly what is going on here Deku,” Shigaraki purred placing both hands on the either side of Deku, “Did you really think you could come in here time after time making those sweet noises whenever I touch you and nothing would happen?”
“What?” Deku squeaked his confusion evident.
“Did you think I didn’t notice how you would shiver each time my hands were on you? How you would whimper each time my fingers settled on your hips? If so then you are a bigger fool than I thought,” Shigaraki said even as his hands began to undo Deku’s belt.
Deku let out a soft cry as Shigaraki mimicked his words his fingers tracing over Deku’s hips.
“I however am not a fool and I am not going to let a meal that has been so generously offered to me go to waste,” This time Shigaraki flipped Deku over and pulled his pants down all in the same motion.
Deku squeaked again as he was flipped and his ass exposed. A soft whimper was pulled from his as he felt something hard and clothed grin against him. Even in all the daydreams and wet dreams he had of Shigaraki none of them started like this. A flush rose to his face as Shigaraki continued to grind against him. Eventually he stuffed his own knuckle into his mouth to stifle the moans that threatened to come out.
“Oh no no no,” Shigaraki tsked, “I want to hear every noise you make as I take you here and now.”
With that Shigaraki reached over and dragged his bound wrists forward as his other hand wandered down to caress his bare cheeks. Deku didn’t expect the harsh slap that came next.
“Before that though I think I should punish you. That one was for trying to deprive me of hearing that lovely voice,” Shigaraki cooed.
Another slap.
“That one is for acting like a whore each time you came into my shop.”
Another slap, this one on his other cheek.
“That one is for all the nights I spent pent up because of you.”
Again.
“This one if for haunting my dreams and making me crave you even more.”
On an on the slaps came until Deku was sure Shigaraki’s hands were forever painted on his skin. It should have hurt, and it did, but with each slap Deku could feel himself grow harder. Soon he was dripping on the floor his whole body quivering with pleasure. Something that did not go unnoticed.
“Well, well. Someone seems to be enjoying their punishment a little too much,” Shigaraki’s sneered even as his hand began to caress the stinging flesh beneath it, “Perhaps we should move this on to the main event.”
That was all the warning Deku received before two fingers were thrust into him. He yelped and arched into the sensation as much as he could. The very idea that Shigaraki’s fingers were inside him was almost enough to send him over the edge. When they found their way to his prostate he did.
His body tensed as all the pleasure burst making him cum. Shigaraki didn’t seem to care as he mercilessly drove his fingers into that spot over and over. Deku could barely tell what was happening as he painted to ground and counter below him. He was quivering by the time he was done only Shigaraki’s hands keeping him from collapsing.
“Look at you,” Shigaraki cooed as he withdrew his fingers, “Having fun all by yourself. Don’t think we’re done here yet, I’m not letting you go that easily.”
Again Deku was given no time to brace himself as he felt something press against him. In one swift motion Shigaraki thrust forward burying his cock as deep as he could. The feeling of being stuffed to the brim had Deku moaning wantonly. Nothing could have prepared him for how Shigaraki felt inside him. No partner he had ever been with, not toy he guilty purchased. Nothing, and he wasn’t prepare for the other man to start moving.
“Look how well you take me! Like you were born only so you could be stuffed with my cock,” Shigaraki growled each word met with a thrust, “I should lock you up here, tied up and waiting for my cock everyday. You’d like that wouldn’t you slut.”
Any words Deku tried to speak where drowned in whimpers and pleas for more. Pleasure had taken over his entire body, there was no part of him that didn’t burn with it. It wasn’t long until he could feel the tightness build up in his lower area. Deku wanted nothing more than to come with the feeling of Shigaraki buried in him. Only that wasn’t about to happen.
He found himself being lifted up as something wrapped around his cock. Peering down he was met with the sight of more measuring tape wrapped tightly around his cock cutting off his ability to come. It wasn’t fair! He needed to come so bad! His whimpers must have grown louder because he soon found Shigaraki’s hand around his cock pumping him and forcing his pleasure to double.
“Don’t even think about it!” Shigaraki groaned, “You come when I let you slut! Not a second before!”
“Please!” Deku begged drool pooling at the corners of his mouth.
“Beg me more and I’ll consider it slut,” Shigaraki huffed.
Incoherent pleas and cried spilled from Deku’s mouth which only seemed to spur Shigaraki on. His pace grew harder and faster until he had set a punishing pace that drove Deku crazy. He thought it was going to go on forever. Then Shigaraki ripped the tape from his cock and sunk his teeth into Deku’s shoulder all at once. It was more than enough to drive Deku off the edge. Cum shot from his cock as Shigaraki ground into his ass spilling his own load.
It was amazing, it was everything he had ever wanted, and it was too much. His eyes rolled back as white noise filled his ears and everything went black.
-
When Deku woke up he was lying down on a cot. As he moved to sit up a throbbing made itself known reminding him over everything that had happened. A flush rose to his cheeks as he recalled how desperately he had acted. Thankfully he was wearing his pants again but even that small amount of relief was shattered when a door opened revealing Shigaraki.
“Ah I see you’re awake. How are you feeling?” The other man inquired walking over, “I hope you don’t mind I sometimes need a break between customers and this bed was the only one that would fit through the door.”
“Uh no i-it’s fine,” Deku stuttered unable to look at the tailor.
“Good, now I think we have somethings to discuss.”
“L-like what?”
“Like how you’ve had a crush on me since the day you stepped through my shop doors,” Shigaraki said causing Deku to whip his around to look at him, “And how I’ve felt the same.”