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Title: Study Session
Summary: The marked loser on campus sits beside you in class, and every time he asks to borrow your notes. It’s frustrating enough having to lend your stuff to him, so maybe a study session will help the both of you.
Cw: virgin! Loser! College au! Shigaraki, hand jobs, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, mirrors, piss, coming inside unprotected, little plot, pure smut
Word count: 2.7k
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College was such an interesting place. So many faces from all over the country that are pursuing different careers. The cliques of people that form the jocks, nerds, and cheerleaders blend together, not so harmoniously, to create college life. Classes weren’t horrible, aside from one. The class isn’t bad, but the guy that decided to sit next to you definitely was. He was some nerd that no one paid attention to, and his greasy blue hair always hid his face. The unassigned assigned seats meant that you sat in the back corner near the window, and the last open seat was beside you when he stumbled in late the first day, so now that was his seat for the semester too. He’d always be off in his own world playing stupid games on his phone, rarely paying attention to the professor, and then having the gall to ask for your notes at the end of class. When you finally decided to lend your notes to him, he came into class the next day with a chocolate bar from you. It was sweet, but you didn’t think you’d eat something the marked loser gave you.
“Hey, can I steal your notes again?” He whispered as everyone was packing up.
“What’s in this for me? Another chocolate bar?” You raised a brow, clearly unamused.
“I- uh, nevermind, forget it.” He sighs, packing up his things. He takes a picture of the board before leaving and races out of the lecture hall.
You can’t help the twinge of guilt that springs up after telling him no. Maybe it was hard for him to focus, or he just couldn’t see well, so he figured to not bother. You rush out, seeing him in the crowd of people. Once you finally catch up to him, he jumps when he feels your hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, uh,” you notice his tense shoulders and shell shocked expression, “sorry, I can give you my notes.. Well, I can’t because I need them to study tonight, but maybe we could study together? If you’re not busy?”
He was frozen in the middle of the hall. Everything else silenced apart from your voice. He blinks rapidly, mouth hung open as he tries to form words.
“Hello?” you wave your hand in his face, snapping him back.
“Y-Yeah, that works. We can meet in the library later.” He finally replies.
“Ugh, no, I hate the library, too many people. We can just go to yours?”
The man shakes his head quickly, “there’s some,uh, renovations being done.”
“Okay, I guess we can go to mine then?”
He nods his head hesitantly, his cheeks flushing pink.
“Kay, here’s my dorm address. I’ll see ya around six?”
“Six works.” He quietly responds as he scratches his neck nervously.
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Six comes around sooner than he would’ve liked. It’s not like he didn’t want to go to your dorm, it was just something about how private the whole affair was that made him anxious.
You’re doing some last minute cleaning when you hear a knock at your door.
“Oh hey! You actually came!” you cheer, opening the door wider to allow him entry. He steps in, taking a look around at your pinked- out dorm, plants hanging everywhere, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the room. His cock stirs when he brushes past you and smells your shampoo, a nice aroma of fresh bamboo and coconut. You lead him to your desk, which was small and really only made for one person.
“We’ll use my notes to study- well duh- but since I know more I could teach you rather than just read off the notes. How does that sound?”
“I’m not some incompetent guy, Y/N. I just don’t focus well in class.” He huffs. He wouldn’t have an issue focusing if the prettiest girl on campus wasn’t sitting beside him, but he’ll keep that to himself for now.
“No no, of course not, uhhh..” you look at him sheepishly, realizing you never asked his name.
“Tomura.”
“Tomura! Of course you’re not incompetent!” you giggle, brushing your hair behind your ear, “but this studying method will help me too, so humor me for a bit, yeah?”
“Whatever..” he sighs, opening your notebook to the most recent notes you jotted down. As the two of you study, you pace around your desk where Tomura is sitting, leaning over his shoulder any time he claims to not understand a concept. Truth be told, he’s known all of this material for a while now, but he’d never pass on the opportunity to spend more time with you, regardless of how nervous he is.
“So for this one,” you lean over him again, arm brushing his shoulder. You feel him tense and smile to yourself, “Tomura, you okay?”
“H-Huh? Fine, I’m fine, why?”
“Nothing, just..” You scoot your desk chair back and sit on his lap, “like I was saying, for this one,” Tomura can’t keep his mind on your words, body too tense from your sudden action of sitting in his lap. He breathes deeply, trying his best not to get fully hard as you wiggle above him, ‘to get comfy,’ as you put it.
“Uh, Y/N, sorry, can you just..” his head is resting on your shoulder, eyes clenched shut, “why are you sitting on my lap?”
“Oh, is it bothering you?” you tilt your head, faux innocence laced in your words.
“N-No.. I mean, yes? Mmn, don’t know, just give me a minute..” He sighs as his cold hand comes up to your hip, trying to steady you so you stop moving.
You giggle, able to feel his body shake underneath you, his hot breath warming a spot on your back as his head rests on you. Your hand comes over his, squeezing it. The direct skin to skin contact makes him gasp, his other hand wrapping around your midsection.
“Tomura, are you hard?” You ask, turning around to look at him. He looks down, his face a deep red, “sorry, so sorry..”
“Don’t be. I think it’s cute.” you chuckle. A spark ignites inside your chest at his confession, sending waves of heat throughout your body. You sit up and pull the chair he’s sitting on up to your door that has a large body mirror on the back. “Stand up.”
“What?” He asks, looking at you through the mirror.
“Stand up, Tomu, wanna try somethin’!” You smile, hands ushering him up. He stands and raises a brow as he watches you sit in the chair and pat your lap.
“Uh, you want me to..”
“Yes, sit, sit.” amusement is plastered on your face. You had a feeling that he liked you for a while now: never looking you in the eyes when he asked you something during class, leaning close when you would talk, inhaling your scent when he thought you weren’t aware; it was cute.
Tomura hesitantly sits on your lap, back pin straight as his ass comes down on your knees.
“Lean back, silly,” you tell him, your hands coming around his waist to pull him back so he’s flush against your chest, “relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, promise.” You let your hands linger, soaking up the small hitches in his breath as they roam around his body. One hand brushes down to his thighs, fingers dancing close to his groin. The outline of his cock is twitching, all efforts from him to not get hard thrown out the window.
“I notice the way you lean towards me during class, Tomura..” you start, hand inching closer to his bulge, “how you can’t focus because I’m right beside you.. It’s cute for a grown man to get so nervous around me.”
You notice the way his breath catches, how restless he is in your lap, squirming around as he tries not to buck his hips up towards your hand.
“Y/N, please..” His voice is weak, head drooped into his chest while his hands grip the arm rests.
“Please what, Tomu? Please touch you?”
He nods, hair covering his hot face.
“Use your words.” Your hand rests on his bulge.
“God, please touch me…”
“Good boy, Tomura.” you smirk. Your hand greedily reaches under the hem of his pants and boxers as you grip his cock. Instantly, his hips buck up into you, body desperate for any pleasure you’ll allow. Your gentle fingers wrap around him and you give him a few good pumps, relishing in the tiny sounds he’s trying to hide. Brushing over the tip, you feel beads of pre leak out, coating your hand to help aid you.
“So wet for me, Tomura… How long have you wanted this?”
“Hah- fuckfuck, a while now..!” He pants out.
Your free hand grabs his chin and lifts his head to look in the mirror.
“Watch yourself as I pump your cock, Tomu, want you to see how pretty you’re being for me,” your chin rests on his shoulder as you look into his scarlet eyes through the reflection. His cheeks match his eye color, sweat sticking his baby blue hair to his forehead.
“‘S too much, Y/N, slow d-down!” He whines, head falling back on your shoulder.
“Keep watching..” You squeeze the base of his cock, causing him to jump. Tomura’s trying so hard not to cum quickly, but your hand just feels so good and-
“Fuckfuckfuck, cumming! Sorry..” He moans, brows furrowing as he watches himself in the mirror. A wet spot forms on his pants as spurts of cum leak out of his aching cock. A giggle leaves your mouth that has a sinister smile plastered across it.
“Good boy, baby.. Take these off for me.”
Tomura lifts his hips and slides his pants off, boxers coming next. He’s already getting hard again when he notices you licking your lip as you watch the mirror, his cock red and angry, begging for more. You spread his legs up over the arm rests, sprawling him out on your lap. Your hand starts again, unforgiving this time in pace.
“This is pathetic, Tomura. Hard again already? Just because of my fist?”
Tears prick his eyes with your words, shriveled whimpers filling the room.
“Sorry, jus’ never had someone else touch me before..” He ashamedly admits, eyes darting around your face to read your expression.
“Poor you, I bet all this sad cock wanted was a little attention, yeah?” Your free hand digs into his thigh, leaving crescent marks in its wake. He nods pathetically, tiny whines of your name leaving his lips. He’s already so fucked out and you’ve barely even touched him. One orgasm has him shaking like a leaf at any touch you grant him.
“Again, cumming.. Fuck!” Tomura can’t watch as he cums again, spurts of thick white liquid coating your hand and his thighs.
“You made such a mess and didn’t even watch? Tch-” His cock gets no time to rest as you continue jerking him through his second orgasm, overstimulation setting in.
“What are you doing? S-Stop, can’t take any more!” he pleads, hands coming down to yours. You slap them away, pinching his tip between your index finger and thumb.
“Don’t tell me to stop when I know you love it so much. You’ll never get something like this again, so enjoy it, yeah?”
Your words cause fresh tears in his eyes, the realization hitting that you’re doing this for your own amusement, not because you like him. God, of course not, it was generous thinking on his behalf that you did. His body shudders as you continue, hips thrusting up into your hand
“That’s it.. Keep fucking into me, just like that, poor thing..” You moan into his ear. His eyes dart between his mirror reflection and looking straight down, not sure which view is better.
It’s hard to watch him use your hand like this with your own juices slicking your underwear. You subconsciously grind into his ass, any friction being enough to help the strain.
Tomura’s body is hot, and his twitching doesn’t help your case, either. His breath keeps hitching, getting caught on nothing as he cries out your name with empty pleas.
“Cum for me again, virgin.” That name makes him hiss, hips faltering as you manage to pull another orgasm from him. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels unlike anything he’s felt before. Like it’s all too much and his body can’t handle it. Your mouth opens in shock as your pant legs get covered in a mix of cum and piss from the pathetic man above you.
“Tomura, did you just piss?” you ask condescendingly. His eyes shoot open. Looking down, he sees the mess he made as a small puddle of his juices drip onto the floor. He can’t help but sob uncontrollably, hiding his face in his hands.
“You’re disgusting,” you spit as you brush your hand onto his thigh. He tries getting up but you wrap your arms around him, “Ah ah. You’re gunna sit here and look at yourself. Your nasty cock is getting hard again?” Your eyebrows raise in wonder, amazement, as Tomura gets hard for a fourth time. He can’t find the words for his emotions, too overwhelmed and fucked out to think straight.
“You want to know what pussy feels like?” Your head cranes over his shoulder as you plant a kiss to his neck.
“W-What?”
“I had my fun with you, I think you earned my cunt clamping down around this sad cock of yours.”
He nods, tears still streaming down his face. You push him off of you and make him sit on the floor in the puddle of his own piss as you remove your pants and panties.
“You haven’t earned the bed yet.” you state bluntly as you join him, straddling his hips, each thigh placed on either side of him. His hands haphazardly grab your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. You giggle, looking down at him as you line yourself up to his cock.
“I’ll take control since I know you have no idea about any of this stuff,” you laugh, sinking yourself down on him in one motion. You both gasp, eyes locked as you settle before moving again. He’s close to cumming a fourth time just from that, his grip on your waist punishing while he tries grounding himself.
“So tight, shit..” he winces, biting his bottom lip. He grinds into you from below, his tip brushing along your g-spot, eliciting a porn- star moan from your lips. “So pretty, fuck, thank you thank you!” He cries, eyes watching your back arch all because of his cock. You start bouncing, one hand on the floor while the other is placed on his shoulder to balance yourself. He pulls at your shirt, ushering you to take it off. Without a second thought, you lift the shirt over your head and unclasp your bra, tits bouncing freely as you ride him. A hand cups one of them, his fingers pinching and rolling your hardening bud.
“Fuck, Tomura, good boy,” you huff, encouraging him.
“Gunna- fuck- gunna cum again soon, I need to pull out!” He blurts, moans and grunts getting louder.
“Stay inside, need to feel you cum in me, Tomu.” You falter between grinding and bouncing, the hair on his groin creating friction against your clit that makes you see stars. His fourth orgasm rips out of him, loud moans leaving his lips as you entangle your fingers through his locks, pressing your lips to his to swallow his noises. You feel yourself letting go, Tomura’s orgasm spurring yours on as your cunt flutters around him, milking him for all he’s worth. His chest heaves as you both finish and he collapses against the wall. You stand, already feeling empty, while he whines at the loss of feeling around him. You grab your shirt to clean yourself up and throw his boxers towards him so he can do the same.
“So, uh, if you ever need my notes, just ask. Kay?”
Tomura’s heart skips a beat, “can we have another study session?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Your tone was flat, but the smile on your face gave him your real answer.
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