Shigaraki could safely say the past couple of days had been less than pleasant; in fact, he was pretty certain the only time that could rival it was the period before Sensei had found him, alone and defenseless.
Even now in his simmering rage, Shigaraki could so easily conjure the image of that large hand reaching out to him in his miserable state, the man who came out of the shadows to impart wisdom and guidance. The man who could no longer do so.
Shigaraki forced these memories aside and focused on the present.
"The swelling's gone down. And you're definitely not dizzy anymore?"
Dabi nodded as a hand retracted from his hair; the woman had been carefully gliding the tips of her fingers through the mess, feeling for the injury Gran Torino had been so generous to inflict. In hindsight, they had all been quite lucky to sustain minor injuries from the confrontation that would be talked about for years to come. And the battle itself had not been without lingering consequences; it didn't fail to dawn on Shigaraki that to the very end, Sensei was acting on what he perceived would benefit his protege.
"On a scale of one to ten, tell me how much it hurts when I put on the ice pack."
Dabi kept still as Ane placed the disposable package on the spot Gran Torino had landed his whirlwind fast kick; he didn't so much as wince.
"It's fine Ane, not even a three."
Ane was not her real name and she was not a blood related sister to anyone in the League; Shigaraki knew that Sensei had taken her in quite some time ago and that he trusted her as an ally, similarly to Kurogiri, though there was the more apparent note of subordination in the way they interacted. It was only recently that Sensei had been allowing Ane contact with Shigaraki as a person of support and security in his absences; Shigaraki did not know her real name or hardly anything about her life before she met Sensei, and he really didn't care. She was his now.
Ane tucked away a piece of hair that had escaped her plait; she held the ice pack firmly, careful not to put too much pressure on the bump. "What rotten luck. If only he wasn't so fast. I have no doubts that your Quirk could have easily defeated Kamui Woods."
"No point crying over spilled milk, right?" Dabi parroted back an often said phrase of Ane's; he was smiling crookedly, but as she smiled back and adjusted the pack, a wistfulness came to his eyes. Dabi looked away to the ground once more, lost in his own thoughts.
The other members were hanging back mostly in silence or muted conversation; even Twice's mutterings were grave and Toga had a distinctly dazed look on her face, her smile limp and mask like. They had already been checked for injuries with gentle inquiries on the events that had taken place and no one had had suffered any serious damage. Ane herself had not been on the scene at the time of All Might and All for One's battle. Her Quirk, while useful in it's own way, did not serve much advantage in combat. Ane admitted she didn't have much of any fighting capabilities of her own.
At first, Shigaraki wasn't even sure what the point of Sensei presenting Ane to him was; from what Shigaraki could tell, all she ever did was nag him and fuss like an old biddy with too much time on their hands. When he was angry, Ane would be the first one trying to settle him down; if he was in a bad mood, she spoke to him in a calm tone as if she wasn't afraid in the slightest of anything he could do to her; she did not hesitate to correct him or reprimand.
Kurogiri was more of a bodyguard, a dignified henchman of sorts. Ane chided him when he pushed aside his vegetables or went hours without sleep; she refused to leave his side until she was absolutely sure his wounds were treated, no matter how small. Ane's job centered around his well being above all else.
"Ane, if you're done, I need to speak with you privately." Shigaraki said as the woman rose and made sure Dabi didn't need any medicine for his aching skull.
"Of course Tomura."
Ane followed as Shigaraki led her to another room in the building; Shigaraki could hear the light fabric of her long cotton skirt swish just behind him, her steps padding gently on the dusty concrete floor. He didn't bother to glance over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't dawdling; Ane tended to walk briskly, sweeping about the rooms, tidying this or that, or asking how Shigaraki was doing and if he needed her for something.
It had been irritating in the beginning, Shigaraki being under the impression Ane was patronizing him to his face, treating him as some bray who needed constant supervision, as though he were that incapable.
Eventually, that train of thought ended and gave away to logic and careful consideration on the pattern of Ane's behavior toward him, especially with Sensei being so adamant Shigaraki treat her as respectfully as he did him.
Besides, Shigaraki reasoned, if Sensei must have been a good reason to task Ane with being his aid. Sensei never talked down to him and did not appreciate others doing so. If Ane really did think Shigaraki incompetent, Sensei wouldn't have allowed her to set foot near someone as volatile as his protege. The question of just what Ane's purpose was in sticking so close by for such a long time to Sensei still remained and that alone was a bit grating despite Shigaraki becoming used to her presence.
Ane had ceased to annoy him, but his current state of irritation was indirectly related to her.
Shigaraki closed the door behind them and pointed to the bed in the corner; the modest piece of furniture had been transported there by Kurogiri per Ane's request. She suggested the base initially as one of many they could take at least temporary refuge in. The bed was the nicest thing in the whole room, maybe the whole building, low to the ground with a warm blanket and a plush pillow; Shigaraki recognized them from Ane's room, though he hadn't actually stepped foot inside said room himself.
They definitely brought back memories. The first and only time Shigaraki had taken a glance inside Ane's room had been when he meant to find Sensei. He had gone in the dead of night to get an answer for something had been on his mind, something puzzling and keeping him from sleep. Shigaraki knew deep down that though he could think for himself, he would feel much more at ease going to Sensei first for his own input.
Ane sat down almost primly on the edge of the bed, folding her legs to the side and smoothing her skirt over her lap. "Tomura, you look troubled."
"You don't need to be wasting time hovering over everyone. I have questions that need to be answered, and Sensei isn't-"
Ane's steady gaze turned somber and the corners of her mouth tilted downward with suppressed pain; for a moment Shigaraki regretted bringing up the topic, but he pressed on.
"Did you know this would happen?"
"Did I know what would happen?"
Shigaraki's eyes narrowed before realizing Ane didn't mean to sound roundabout. "I mean, about Sensei and All Might. Did you?"
"You mean that Sensei would be defeated." Ane rephrased. "It's not as if I knew they would be facing off against each other so soon. Still, I can't say I'm surprised at the outcome."
"Sensei isn't-!"
"Tomura, please." Ane held up a hand to silence him. "I am not saying Sensei was weak. On the contrary, he was strong enough to be the reason for All Might's rapidly declining power. But his condition...well, it was inevitable at this point. Besides Tomura, you knew Sensei wouldn't be around forever."
"I'm not stupid."
"Of course not. But please keep in mind, Sensei wouldn't have put so much effort in seeing to your progression as his successor if he thought he could be around for you the rest of your life. It would have ended either with his death or being captured; it's a shame it had to happen so soon, but there's no use crying over spilled milk."
"Then listen to me. I want you to stop all your damn fussing and just do what you're supposed to."
Shigaraki took a step forward, but paused; Ane was staring up at him, disapproving despite the empathy in her saddened gaze.
"Don't speak to me that way. You're being very unfair."
The tension in the air seemed to wane as Shigaraki stomped over and plopped himself down in front of her; the floor was cold and bruising under his knees, but he gave it no notice. Ane said nothing as Shigaraki clutched the front of her skirt and buried his face in the clean, pastel fabric.
"It isn't fair. Sensei wasn't supposed to lose, not to that-that bastard!"
Shigaraki grit his teeth painfully tight, fingers curling under the cloth as his shoulders shook along with his hands. Ane made no comment; her own hands were still folded in her lap as she allowed him to seeth. She knew Shigaraki wouldn't decay her skirt by accident, no matter how swept away by emotion he became. Years of discipline and conscious use of caution did wonders, even if that discipline was lacking in other areas.
"I couldn't even help him. I couldn't do a thing."
"Sensei accepted what needed to be done, Tomura. As much as you've accomplished, your strengths are just emerging. I only wish Sensei could have been here to see you; he'd be so proud."
Shigaraki didn't flinch as fingers wove into his hair and began stroking his scalp; he had been expecting it, waiting for Ane to reach out on her own. Still, Shigaraki kept his face glued to her skirt, voice coming out rougher than intended and quiet as he continued to speak.
"Do you miss Sensei?"
"His loss is felt by all the members. It's been a harsh blow to be sure, but I know you'll be able to lead them."
"That's not what I meant."
During that night that was still so fresh in his memory, Shigaraki had walked down to the section of the building Sensei seemed to spend the majority of his time in. As Shigaraki stepped inside the darkened space lit only by screens and flashing buttons and a flickering fluorescent fixture or two, his teacher was nowhere to be seen.
Shigaraki recalled having been puzzled, as Sensei usually told him or Kurogiri when he had business to see to outside their base; they had only just spoken maybe half an hour ago. Mindful of his hands, Shigaraki spent a few minutes walking about the room full of machines and equipment he could not quite identify until he saw another door.
There was a slit of light coming from the gap of open door, as though someone had forgotten to shut it all the way. Shigaraki thought nothing of going over to take a look inside to see if his Sensei was in there busy, or perhaps even resting; he was sure his mentor wouldn't mind if he came to ask for his opinions. Sensei always encouraged his mind to expand and for Shigaraki to think for himself; he just gave Shigaraki the building blocks to support his own perceptions and deductions of the world around him. It was in this dimly lit room Shigaraki had seen the same baby blue blanket and pillow, on a generously sized mattress.
His bloodshot eye was pressed into the crack of the doorway as it took in the sight of the Ane's smooth back, her dainty arms wrapped around Sensei's suited shoulders, hair damp at the nape from sweat as she bounced up and down on his mentor's lap.
In seconds Shigaraki was out the door, rushing from the room, and back to his own quarters where he threw himself on the futon and masturbated for the first time, spilling all over his hand as he reimagined the gentle sloping of Ane's shoulders and the way her exposed entrance had stretched around the thick, bulging cock so easily.
Shigaraki chewed his already damaged lips. "And you were fussing too much back there. They don't need you taking care of them. It's stupid."
"Don't use that word."
A suppressed shiver traveled down Shigaraki's spine as Ane's fingers came to tilt his chin upward; there was nothing to hide the bitterness and the anxiety in his features as he attempted to avoid her gaze.
"I mean it Tomura. You're being very difficult for no good reason."
"It's not fair." Shigaraki repeated resolutely. "Now that Sensei's gone, you should be focusing on doing your job now more than ever."
"My job? I never thought of it in those terms."
Ane couldn't help allowing a bemused smile to grace her pale lips; she never wore lipstick, gloss, or really any sort of makeup from what Shigaraki could see. In the past, Shigaraki had seen her pull a tube of buttercream chapstick with a yellow label from her purse; he was shamelessly transfixed every time the balm was applied. When Shigaraki had mentioned strawberries were his preferred fruit, the next time he saw the tube it was covered in a red label. He could smell it when they were close and it soon became his favorite taste.
"I know."
In the end, it had all started with Sensei's suggestion. Shigaraki had no idea how or really even if the man actually knew of his accidental voyeurism, but then his ensuing behavior had might have been a dead giveaway.
In the week that followed the incident, Shigaraki was insufferable. He refused all food Ane made, made scathing remarks on everything she did, screamed at her to leave him alone, yet forbade her from leaving the room. When Ane was requested to meet Sensei through the monitor bolted to the bar wall, Shigaraki had sent his glass smashing off the counter and almost hitting Kurogiri. Ane had to pull his fingers from his neck as the healed scabs were peeled away and blood began to lightly stain the collar of his shirt; Shigaraki cursed and hissed about how Sensei said she was supposed to be focusing on him. If Ane's Quirk didn't allow her skin to regenerate so fast, Shigaraki surely would have killed her by accident at some point during the tantrum.
As soon as Shigaraki's fingers touched her skin, Ane's body worked instantaneously to repair the effects and the minute pain was easy enough to ignore to the point Ane was numb to it. The real catch was that everything else was fair game; broken bones, blood clots, internal organ damage, illnesses; there were a number of ways Ane could be harmed, which might have been why Sensei didn't rush to take her Quirk sooner.
And just maybe, Shigaraki theorized, Sensei wanted to enjoy the other benefits she provided a bit while longer. It was still a bit hard for Shigaraki to wrap his mind around that concept; Sensei seemed above such things as lust, but Shigaraki couldn't ignore what he had seen with his own eyes.
Of course, the motive of stealing Ane's power for his own was no doubt Sensei's intention from the beginning; unfortunately, he made the mistake of presenting her to Shigaraki as an assistant. It was likely meant to be a temporary arrangement, but to Shigaraki it became so much more. By the end of the whole affair, Sensei had requested Ane spend both her days and nights overseeing Shigaraki.
Yet the image of Ane and his mentor together still involuntarily festered in Shigaraki's mind when he was feeling uncertain.
"I don't like it."
Ane swept his bangs off his forehead. "What don't you like? And speak clearly."
Shigaraki averted his eyes. "Sensei's gone."
"It's entirely possible you might be able to release him one day."
"But you're here still."
"Is that a bad thing?" Ane asked with little inflection, knowing to tread carefully on the subject she was about to breach. "Would you have rather I been the one who was taken?"
"No…"
He would never, ever, say it aloud, but this was the one thing keeping Shigaraki from falling apart. That and the fingers threading through his tresses, gently pulling out the tangles and smoothing the flyaway locks; Shigaraki rose up slightly and hugged Ane's waist, burying his face in her middle.
"Then what's wrong?"
"I just don't know….I don't know what we should do next. I'm tired and I-I'm scare-"
Shigaraki clamped his mouth shut and glared at her lap.
"Tomura, it's okay. I won't think less of you if-"
"You don't mean that." Shigaraki frowned more to himself than anyone else. "You think I'm some weak brat."
Ane's hand stilled. "Is that really what you believe?"
"...no..."
"Tomura..."
Ane let out a brief sigh and her hands went to rub his back in long strokes; stubborn as he was, Shigaraki did nothing to resist, opting to just go boneless and breathe in her scent. Ane smelled like fresh baked sugar cookies and Shigaraki didn't know if it was because of a perfume or because she had been baking him a snack earlier. Ane liked to make him special treats when she knew he was feeling particularly stressed; she would warn him to not spoil his appetite on them, but Shigaraki would end up eating every last bite of whatever she fixed for him so no one else could have any. When Shigaraki was done and his stomach was aching, Ane would lay his head on her lap and rub circles on his tummy for hours.
Sensei taught him, fostered his mind and showed him the way; Ane was there to smooth his creases, to nurture and tend to him, and provide relief for his most primal needs and desires.
"Are you happy I'm here?"
"Of course I am."
"Even if Sensei's not?"
Ane cupped Shigaraki's quivering chin once more to make direct eye contact. He didn't resist.
"Tomura, I'm here because you're here. Don't forget my loyalty is to you above everyone else, Sensei included."
"But-"
"Sensei always, always planned on you succeeding him. I will never forget everything he did for me, but it's you Tomura, you're the one I'm devoted to."
Shigaraki inhaled deeply and let out a stuttering breath.
"...I'm hungry."
"How do we ask for food?"
Ane's hand ceased stroking his back and she drew both of them back to her lap; Shigaraki bit his lip to keep an honest to god whine from slipping past his lips. He shoved his face harder into her stomach as an incriminating flush crept up the back of his neck; after a moment of hesitation, he raised himself back up so she could see his face. As of now, the lingering embarrassment and reluctance to show vulnerability was taking a backseat to the urgency stabbing Shigaraki in the gut. He had been the one who so adamantly beckoned Ane to come with him.
He was sick to death of watching her fawn over the others; Sensei had given her to him anyway, and he had never said she was meant to be shared.
"Can I have some milk?"
"Tomura, look up when you're speaking to me."
Shigaraki blinked and tried to get the words out; as soon as his eyes landed on her heart shaped face, he realized how silly it was to feel nervous.
Ane was looking at him with all the kindness he didn't deserve, which was honestly probably a lot; she brought her cool palm to his hot cheek and began rubbing her thumb along the lines around his left eye.
Ane had never looked at him in disgust or fear. Not once.
"Please can I have some milk?"
Shigaraki swallowed the spit that had pooled under his tongue at the thought of being able to fill his empty stomach soon.
Ane just smiled and ruffled his hair gently. "That's much better, my sweet boy...I love you Tomura."
"Mommy..." Shigaraki rasped, breathless, so eager to soak in her approval; why wasn't she touching him more? "Please mommy, can I have milk now?"
"You may."
Shigaraki tried to resist his urge to groan in frustration as Ane pulled her hands away again. The woman slid the cardigan off her shoulders and went to unbutton her blouse in an absurdly slow manner. The bra served to emphasize the swell of her breasts, but due to her conservative attire, no one else ever noticed just what was under the surface of her soft, pastel wardrobe. Shigaraki was lightheaded with pleasure to be the only one in on the image; he especially loved how her breasts would bounce just a little when freed from the support of the bra, nipples pebbled and hard from the sudden exposure to the air.
Each inch of exposed skin made Shigaraki's throat feel at least a hundred times more parched and his fingers itch to glide along the places he knew would make her want him the most; he tried to not fidget too much as he moved to sit between Ane's thighs, legs on either side of her waist; just as she was about to undo the front clasp of her bra, Ane stopped and Shigaraki wanted to tear out his own hair in frustration.
"Tomura, are we forgetting something? You need to undress too; we don't want your clothes getting messy."
Shigaraki pried himself from her lap to slip off his pants; he had been losing more weight as of late, and they came off easily with the removal of his sneakers.
"And the shirt."
"But...the bullet wounds." Shigaraki mentioned. "I know you get worried when you see them."
"I'll be fine Tomura. I do wish I could have treated them myself though." Ane patted her lap in a gesture for him to come back. "There we go, don't cover up. I want to see all of you."
Shigaraki yanked at the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head as he shook from the slight chill in the room. The rundown old building of course didn't have central heating, but it hardly mattered. Ane opened her arms as soon as he was done, ready to embrace him.
"Now sit down."
Shigaraki wasted no time climbing into her lap, not bothering with hiding his arousal; there was nothing to be shy about. Ane had likely seen this coming from a mile away, predicting rightly that the strain of recent events would be too much and Shigaraki would need to allow himself to let it all go.
The clasp of her bra came undone and Ane pushed aside the thin material with the rest of her discarded clothes, not caring too much for where they went. Shigaraki was salivating; the hormone supplements had done their job well. Her breasts were full and it was a wonder her nipples weren't already leaking and staining the front of her shirt. He pressed his face in between them and let out a shaky moan as Ane's hand stroked his heavy cock; her thumb teased the slit and a drop of precum oozed out.
"Do you want me to keep touching you baby?"
"No...I'll…"
"But I love making you come."
Shigaraki shook his head and clung to her. "Not yet...I want to make mommy feel good too."
"Be careful Tomura." Ane reminded as Shigaraki wove his arms around her so he could bring them closer.
"Yes mommy." Shigaraki nodded jerkily and leaned down to flick the tip of his tongue against one swollen bud; it leaked just a drop. His freed cock was nudging against Ane's stomach as he waited for her to give him permission to start.
"Don't be shy. It's for you after all." Ane cupped the back of his head and drew him close. "It's all for your sake Tomura. I promise, you will always come first."
A dry sob escaped his throat as Shigaraki fastened his lips to her nipple; he began suckling gently at first, but coaxing was really barely necessary. Shigaraki was almost taken off guard when a squirt of sweet, creamy milk splashed on his tongue; with a faint moan, Shigaraki began feeding in earnest. He loved the sensation of the her nipple in his mouth, between his lips; he pulled back for a second to see how the bud had turned red and shiny with spit. Shigaraki felt himself grow smug at how Ane's face twisted in pleasure, lips parted in a sigh of relief as she continued to play with his hair; she knew doing so eased his headaches and settled his mind.
The main goal was to see to his well being and make sure Shigaraki was secure; those had been the instructions Sensei had imparted to her when he decided to leave Shigaraki in her care.
She was all for him.
"That's it...drink as much as you want."
Shigaraki trembled violently as Ane's hand pushed back his bangs from his forehead; he couldn't stop the flush that made its way to his now exposed face as she studied him like he was some beautiful work of art.
"Sometimes I wish you'd let me cut your hair. My baby boy is so handsome."
Shigaraki keened and switched breasts, arms wrapped around her so tightly, he thought he might hurt her, but Ane only moaned and closed her thighs against the spike of heat that traveled down between her legs. She never made a comment about how painful his embraces were or his awkward fumbling as he pawed at her body. It had always been that way, even before Sensei gave her to him.
Ane who was gentle, yet respectful, understanding, but always there with a light scolding and a sympathetic ear. Shigaraki still felt a bit bad about losing his temper with both her and Sensei. Shigaraki couldn't help it; his emotions always were bubbling just under the surface. He didn't understand how he could feel so much anger toward his mentor who he held in such high esteem.
How could Shigaraki ever hope to match Sensei's prestige, his status as a living legend? Ane seemed to believe so, but it wasn't enough. Shigaraki wanted her to know it without a doubt.
But even he couldn't swallow the bitterness at the fact Sensei and Ane had a history together that excluded him, how Ane had practically revered him, or the memory of her crying out so blissfully as she fucked herself on him.
"Tomura, not too hard."
Ane gasped as Shigaraki gave her nipple a particularly hard suck, making it squirt generously on his waiting tongue. The first time they did this Shigaraki had to stop every few seconds and duck his face into her shoulder. Even now as Shigaraki writhed on her lap and became drunk on her warm, sugar sweet scent, he could hardly believe this was happening.
"No one else. Ane is all for me."
"Tomura?"
"You can't go."
Ane blinked. "Go? Sweetie, what are you talking about?"
"Don't sweetie me right now."
Shigaraki was panting and glassy eyed, but his eyes roved over her face gravely. A storm was brewing within him ever since he had been forced to leave his mentor's side; in truth, all he really wanted was to sink into Ane's willing body and enjoy her assured caresses. They had worked hard to get to this point; even if Shigaraki wasn't technically able to harm her, the paranoia and the unfamiliarity of it all overwhelmed him, and when Shigaraki was overwhelmed he became irritated, and when that happened the whole mood was ruined and he'd have to stop and end up sulking off somewhere on his own about how Sensei probably would have made her feel better and come harder.
"You can't. I won't let you. I'll kill you."
He would do it in a heartbeat. If Shigaraki ever even suspected that Ane so much as thought of abandoning him, he would not falter.
"Then that works out. I'd rather die than leave your side."
Ane's words were cut off as Shigaraki shoved her on her back and ripped her skirt and panties right off her hips; he loomed over her, rubbing his leaking cock against the inside of her thigh roughly as he grabbed one of her breasts, pinching the nipple between his lips as he forced more milk out with greedy swallows.
This was what she was here for. Not for Sensei or for the League, not for anything or anyone else, just for him.
He was a good boy. He deserved this.
"Mommy….mommy, I need-I-I-"
"Use your words. Tell me."
"Inside...I need to be inside you." Shigaraki ground himself on the outside of her pussy, gritting his teeth, knowing he might be hurting her with how hard he was pressing, but not caring enough to stop. He couldn't stop if his life depended on it.
"You want mommy squeezing your cock?"
Ane kissed his shoulder. Shigaraki almost fell on her with a choked groan, desperate and wet and dragging his nails across her skin.
"Please mommy, I want to fuck you, please, please, please -!"
"Sh, sh, it's okay sweetie, just relax."
Shigaraki stopped and breathed deeply as Ane spread her legs and reached down to guide the tip of his swollen member and slide it up and down her wet slit.
"Look how hard you are."
"Mommy, stop teasing me." Shigaraki was trembling from head to toe. "I need it…"
"My perfect baby boy...go on, mommy's always ready for you."
She was soaking inside. Shigaraki forced his cock in as deep as he could possibly go, and he was sure he would come right then and there. The only thing keeping him from his orgasm was the thought that Sensei would have lasted longer.
"Oh god." Ane breathed and her head was tilted back not unlike how it had been when Shigaraki had caught her with his mentor. "Oh yes, you're in so deep….can you feel how tight mommy is for you?"
"Does it really feel good mommy?"
From the brief glance he had seen of it, Sensei had looked bigger, thicker. Shigaraki canted his hips so Ane could feel him rubbing against her clit with each thrust.
Ane nuzzled his cheek, chest heaving and hands running up and down his back and shoulders. "I wish you would let me give you a trim. I want to see your handsome face when you fill me up."
Shigaraki didn't hide, but the slight frown was evident. "Don't lie." he grumbled.
"I am not." Ane insisted as she played with his hair.
Shigaraki knew what he looked like. "I-"
"My handsome Tomura, always so good to me. How did I get so lucky?" Ane leaned her head on his shoulder and kissed the side of his neck. "You're so beautiful."
Shigaraki was a pile of mush in her hands and there was nothing that could stop it. He was melting despite his better senses; the praise and sweet nothings came out so easily, he was almost certain Ane was lying, but he knew that was a lie conjured by his own doubts and jealousy.
"I'm jealous of Sensei."
Shigaraki gripped her sides and thrusted with abandon, his cock slipping in and out as easily as Ane's whimpers and moans. She held him close to her breast and he took her wet nipple in his mouth once again for more. Ane patted his back to get his attention and Shigaraki slowed down.
"Baby, let me sit up."
Shigaraki had zero patience; he rammed himself back in once Ane was settled, back pressed to the cold wall, hands finding purchase on his shoulders. She gazed at him like he was the only thing that existed as she lowered herself back down on his throbbing cock.
"Mommy, you're so pretty…"
Ane manage to smile, even as she felt his grinding hips change to brutal, violent pounding. "Tha-thank you Tomura. Mommy likes making herself pretty for you. You feel amazing inside, filling me up so good."
"Oh fuck !"
Shigaraki bounced her on his lap almost effortlessly and Ane couldn't help marvel at how much strength he possessed despite his leaner frame. She could never get tired of how he kneaded her breasts or hung onto her or the way he cried out wretchedly when he was close to coming inside her. She knows he's close now, he's been waiting so long already.
Ane saw how Shigaraki was staring at her fixedly as she patched up Dabi, knew exactly what was going through his mind. His current behavior wasn't anything new; Shigaraki always became demanding when he thought he wasn't the center of her world and Ane thought it was just adorable how he refused to share his mommy with anyone.
No one could replace Sensei, but that wasn't what Shigaraki was supposed to do. He was not supposed to become a substitute, but a successor. Ane could hardly wait to see the day Shigaraki finally came into his own. But until then, and hopefully every day after, she would be there.
"My Tomura, my good boy. You're so precious, so special…."
"Mommy….mommy, I'm sorry I yelled at you." Shigaraki's thighs clenched as he made himself stop. "I didn't mean to."
He rarely, if ever apologized, but he didn't need to. Nothing would change the way Ane felt.
"I know baby, I'm not angry, but I hope you understand why that was bad."
"I do."
"I know you get cranky when you're hungry. Are you full?"
Shigaraki shook his head and licked his top lip. "No mommy...'m sorry."
"Don't be sorry, I always like our private time."
Shigaraki gulped. "No, I mean...I mean I was rough. Did I hurt you?"
"Don't worry. But I could use some help. Do you want to be mommy's special helper?"
A knowing smile was suppressed as Shigaraki's hips jerked up once by impulse; she could feel him pulsing inside her. Ane moaned openly with all the longing she could vocalize, rocking her hips slowly before actually fucking herself on him.
Shigaraki's eyes were rolling into the back of his head. "Yes, yes! Fuck me mommy, ride me...I want more right now-!"
"Go on then." Ane lifted one of her breasts to his lips. "Make me feel good."
Nothing could get Shigaraki to calm down better than a fast, hard fuck where he could stuff his cock as deep as he wanted into his loving mommy. The only thing that made it better was getting to taste her milk; Shigaraki lapped at her nipples, the mess dribbling down his chin before he took the whole nub into his mouth and sucked lightly, savoring every drop of warm, sweet-
"That's it Tomura, fuck your mommy as hard as you want."
"Mommy, please, stop I-AH!" Shigaraki was slamming into her now, sweating bullets; she was clenching down on him, tight as a vice; he dragged his cock in and out of her heat, gasping for breath.
"Yes, keep going...fuck open mommy's pussy just like that.…I love you Tomura."
"I can't hold it anymore!" Shigaraki whimpered brokenly and pressed his wet face into her neck. "C-can I come inside you?"
Ane held him close and kissed his forehead lovingly. Before she could say anything, Shigaraki cried out and went stiff as a board, cock buried to the hilt; he shot his load inside her until every last drop was pumped out and his dick was spent and oversensitive. Her arms stayed around him even after Shigaraki managed to pull himself out and as he slumped over her.
"My sleepy boy." Ane ran her fingers through his hair over and over as his breathing became steady. "Are you ready for a nap?"
"Mmm…" Shigaraki was struggling to stay awake; he felt like he was floating.
"Guess what I managed to get from the old base?"
Ane tugged her purse over and unclasped it; his eyes lit up with recognition as she pulled out a somewhat faded, beige bear with a scuffed black nose. It was a remnant from Ane's childhood.
"I brought your stuffie."
Shigaraki took it gingerly, tucking it in between the crook of his elbow and her chest as he laid halfway on top of her. When Ane had presented it to him, she had expected grumbling about being treated like a child, but Shigaraki had only expressed almost humbled gratitude. Ane suspected he felt good knowing she had not granted anyone else such a personal gift.
"Rub my head while until I fall asleep?"
Ane's hand didn't falter. "As long as you want. I love you, Tomura."
He never did say it back, but when Shigaraki did things like fall asleep within seconds, clutching her to him like a lifeline, there was no real need.
