» everybody has wondered about a little extra fun in their sex life right? After your own curiosity got the better of you Lohen ended up being the person to help you discover new things about yourself
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, light bondage, orgasm denial, chocking, teasing/dirty talk, dom Lohen, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: This is partly for my good friend who recently became a Lohen fan and discovered…things about herself. Human Nature by Madonna was playing on repeat while writing this.
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You hadn’t meant for the evening to end like this.
One moment you were engaged in sharp tongued banter in a quiet corner of the Knights’ headquarters, the next Lohen had you backed against the door of his quarters with that infuriating, cocky smile on his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled from patrol, dull red eyes gleaming with a predatory focus resembling a predator.
“Careful,” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed your wrist. “Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want me to ruin you.”
You’d laughed it off. You weren’t inexperienced, but this? The heat pooling low in your belly at the promise in his tone was new. Dangerous. Intriguing.
And it seems a single “Hey, are you free tonight?”, was able to get his attention.
Lohen’s quarters were still exactly as you remembered them. One bed, one chair, an armory’s worth of blades arranged with obsessive care along the wall. The only thing out of place was you, standing in the middle of it while he circled you like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.
When your hands lifted to take your clothes off, which felt like they were suffocating you, your wrist was caught mid air. A strong grip.
“I’ll do it.”
He didn’t rush.
“Arm’s up.”
Long fingers caught the hem of your shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles dragging deliberately over your stomach as he peeled the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Been thinking about this,” he said, voice low and pleased with himself. “How you’d look when I finally got you out of all these layers.”
He unhooked your bra, the little click sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Sliding the straps slowly down your arms, letting his thumbs brush over your nipples on the way. The cool air hit you at the same time his mouth did. Got, open mouthed kiss just below your collarbone, teeth grazing.
“You’re shivering,” he murmured against your skin, cocky little smirk audible in his voice. “Cold?”
He dropped to one knee to deal with your pants, dragging them and your underwear down together in one smooth motion. His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs as he rose again, stopping just short of where you were already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he said, tilting his head, red eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Standing here so pretty and patient. Do you like this, hm? Being stripped down in my room like you’re something I get to unwrap.”
Even though he was looking up at you and you were looking down on him, it still felt like you were staring at beast about to eat you.
You swallowed. Your voice came out thinner than you meant it to. “Maybe. I told you I’m just…feeling things out.”
Lohen laughed, a deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Right.” He stood up, threw your clothes on an unused chair.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice still light, still flirty, but there was steel underneath. “Hands above your head.”
You moved. The bed creaked under your weight. Lohen followed, pulling something from the neat row of gear on the wall, soft but strong leather straps, the kind he probably used for securing equipment. Or prisoners. The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you.
He bound your wrists together with practiced ease, then secured them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you couldn’t pull free. The restriction made your breath catch.
Lohen sat back on his heels between your spread thighs and just looked at you for a long moment, cocky grin widening.
“Safe word’s ‘door,’” he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. Serious for one heartbeat. “You say it and everything stops. Understood?”
You nodded.
“Good girl.”
One hand wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of your neck.
“New rule tonight,” he said, leaning down until his mouth brushed yours. “You don’t come until I say. Not once. Not even close. I want to see how long you can last for me.”
Your breath hitched. He felt it under his palm and smiled against your lips.
“Yeah. That’s the one. You like that idea.”
He gave you a kiss. Not the little kitten kisses. Deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth while his free hand slid between your legs. Two fingers dragged through your folds, already slick, and circled your clit with lazy, devastating precision. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled against it.
Bringing his hand up between both your faces, so you could see. Your own slick glistening his fingers, a clear strip stretching between his fingers.
“You’re all soaked,” he teased, voice rough. “Filthy little thing. I’m going to ruin you so nicely.”
He worked you slow. Fingers dipping inside, curling, pressing right where you needed while his thumb kept that steady, torturous circle on your clit. Every time your hips started to roll, every time your breathing went ragged and your thighs trembled, he eased off. Slowed. Stopped completely once, fingers buried deep but motionless while you clenched around him and whined.
“Please—”
“Please what?” He squeezed your throat lightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Use your words.”
“I…I need to come,” you gasped, hips twitching uselessly against his still hand.
Lohen chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet. You’re doing so well, but I want to hear you beg a little more. Listen to how desperate you sound already.” He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside you, but kept the movement agonizingly shallow. “Does it feel good when I touch you here? When I keep you right on the edge like this?”
You nodded frantically, a broken moan escaping as he added a third finger, stretching you open.
“Words,” he reminded you, thumb brushing your clit in feather-light strokes.
“Yes, fuck, yes it feels good. Please, Lohen, I’m so close…”
He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out in frustration, tugging at the restrains around your wrists.
“Shhh. Poor thing.” He brought his slick fingers to your lips again. “Open. Taste yourself while I tell you how pretty you look when you’re denied.”
You obeyed, sucking obediently while he watched with hooded eyes.
“That’s it. Suck them clean like a good girl. You’re learning so fast tonight. Doesn’t it feel much better to just give into your desires? Throbbing because I won’t let you finish.” He leaned down, nipping at your jaw. “You’re soaked all the way down your thighs. Does being helpless turn you on this much? Being at my mercy?”
You whimpered around his fingers, nodding.
He withdrew them with a wet pop and slid them back between your legs, fucking you with them again, harder this time, faster, curling relentlessly. Your back arched, heels digging into the cot as the pressure built blindingly fast.
“Close again?” he taunted, hand tightening around your throat. “I can feel you fluttering. Don’t you dare come. Hold it. Show me how badly you want to be good for me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried, clenching every muscle, biting your lip until it hurt but the wave was too strong. Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped again, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit to keep you teetering without falling.
“Fuck. Lohen, please, I can’t. I need—”
“You can,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Because I want to watch you unravel slowly. I want to hear every pretty sound you make when I keep you right here.” He scissored his fingers, stretching you wider. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Do you like when I play with you like this? When I decide if and when you get to fall apart?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your temples. “I like it. I love it. I didn’t know I needed this.”
His grin was sharp and victorious. “There it is. That’s my girl. Discovering all these new filthy little wants.” He pulls back his hand completely. Hands gripping your thighs instead.
“In fact, I think you deserve a reward. For holding out this long for me and finally giving into me.”
Lohen stripped the rest of the way and settled between your thighs. One big hand hooked under your knee and lifted, draping your leg over his shoulder. Pushing it up against your chest.
“Ow ow ow…”
“Shhh. You’ll ease into it.” He said as he massaged your muscle. The stretch opened you wider, deeper. He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
He pushed in slow, one long, thick slide that had you gasping at the stretch. With your leg over his shoulder he sank deeper than before, hitting places that made your vision spark. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, thumb stroking your throat again.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, cocky mask cracking just a little. “So wet and warm. Taking me so well.”
Then he started moving.
Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. The new angle was devastating. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath feel precious, the other gripping your thigh where it rested over his shoulder. Every time you got close he slowed, ground against you, denied you again with that infuriating patience, whispering more praise and filth the whole time.
“You’re learning so fast,” he panted, voice rough. “Look at you…bound, choked, leg up like this, begging with your eyes. Didn’t know you needed it this bad, did you?”
You shook your head, whimpering.
He grinned, sharp and filthy. “Good. I like being the one who shows you.”
He fucked you harder then, pace relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make everything hazy and bright at the edges. Your bound wrists strained above your head. Your leg trembled over his shoulder.
When he finally let you come it was with a broken cry, walls clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through you in waves that felt endless. He followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name like a curse as he spilled deep inside you.
For a long moment he stayed there, leg still hooked over his shoulder, forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking.
Then he kissed you, slow, almost sweet and carefully lowered your leg, unbuckled the belt from your wrists, and rubbed gentle circles into the skin there.
Lohen pulled out and collapsed beside you, tugging you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on your back.
“Still with me?” he murmured, voice softer now.
You nodded against him, dazed and glowing, the new parts of yourself still humming under your skin.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, cocky smile audible in his tone.
“Good. Because I’ve got a whole list of new things I want to show you.”
his ragged breathing scorched your ear as he held you in place, strong arms entrapping your waist. "too pretty," he panted, hips moving in slow yet deep strokes. each thrust was calculated, meant to savor every inch of your warmth.
"can't believe a pretty thing like you belongs to me," he lets out a low growl, punctuating each word with a particularly forceful plunge. "all mine."
his pace remained unhurried, but it intensified with each passing moment. he drove into you with unrestrained vigor, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the dim space. his mind slipped deeper, your warmth pulling him under like a dream he never wanted to end. but this was real, and somehow just as exhilarating.
his grip tightened, making you gasp out a breath as he picked up speed. the wet squelching was music to his ears, your moans harmonizing with the sound. he can't help but sing along with his own hushed grunts, voice cracking when he spews out those choked gasps you love.
"h-hold still. mmhn, fuck, just a little more-"
your hands scrambled to rest on his shoulders, the pitch of your voice turning higher when he hits that spot deep within you. and of course, he makes it his mission to keep hitting it - each hit made your walls tighten around him, until you came with a loud squeal.
"holy s-shit! yeah, that's the fucking stuff-" he holds his position as he explodes, hot spurt after spurt flooding into your insides. he forces himself to give you one last thrust, a faint breathy chuckle slipping past his lips.
"mmhn, fuck, that's my pretty thing." he gently swipes away the tears of overstimulation trickling down your cheeks, peppering your face with soft kisses to make up for it. "always so good for me, so eager to take it all."
he lets you collapse against him, cradling your trembling body in his arms. then, just before your eyes flutter shut, he presses a kiss to your temple - whispering the "i love you" you hear so rarely. his grip tightens slightly, just enough to let you know he's not going anywhere. tonight, he'll stay - he'll stay warm, and you'll stay his.
When Lohen's finished with all of his excruciatingly long Vice Captain duties, the first thing he plans to do is remove all the heavy clothing off himself and collapse face first on his bed.
But whaddya know? You were there too, already sleeping on his pillows like you owned it. He assumes you've been waiting for him but fell asleep before he could make it home.
Lohen blinks tiredly and takes a moment to just stare at your body in his bed. His brain almost short circuiting when he sees your bare legs barely covered. His blanket is right there!
Yeah, he'll talk to you about that later.
He begins to strip off his coat and armor and belt and whatever that was in the way which eventually left him clad only in a thin night shirt and boxers.
He says nothing when approaching you and silently adjusts himself behind you so he could wrap an arm around your waist and press his face into the warm skin of your nape.
You always smell so good in his sheets, all pliant and pretty. He wishes moments like this could last at least half the time he had on the daily.
His scent practically engulfs you, exuding faintly of patchouli and mint along with the summer heat that clung to his skin all day.. this manages to pull you further into the soft embrace of slumber.
He relishes in the simple comfort you gave him during the long nights he was particularly exhausted in. The steady breathing of your chest which he tries to match with, his legs interlocking themselves under yours automatically and his front pressed flush against your back to protect you from whatever lurks in the darkness of this room.
Soft and safe, that is what he likes to feel when he's done with Captain duties. This was much better than hugging a pillow.
Lohen curls closer— as close as his body will allow it, all lean muscle and limbs around yours like vines wrapped around a strong pillar. To him, you were something similar to that.
Someone who didn't see him as manic or impulsive. But as someone capable of being thoroughly loved and understood.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but to Lohen? You're definitely somebody worth fighting for.
Let’s pretend he wasn’t like…writhing in pain on the floor of a cave/completely under afo’s control in this part ☺️
Tag: @scentofanangel @bzziestbee @focus-on-m3
Tags: fem!reader, like RIGHT before the war part, but like after the prison breaks, rough sex, cumming inside, kinda soft tomura?, he wants u so fucking bad
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Yeah, he has ‘such a nice dick’, and he’s so ‘cute’, and he’s so…whatever. And he’s also fucking EVIL and RUINED MY LIFE.
Well, that’s what you’re thinking right now, anyways. But it’s hard to still look back on that hookup in a good light when you’re trudging through back alleys and hiding from villains and fighting over scraps on the way to a shelter. It’s even harder not to still catch yourself daydreaming about that night all those months ago. The hardest part is pretending that it doesn’t turn you on knowing you slept with the biggest villain in the country.
Tomura Shigaraki: Still the most interesting dick of your life…and now quite possibly the end of it.
You shiver in the cold as you move through the shadows, keeping a constant eye out while still mentally complaining.
Stupid Tomura, with his stupid League, and his stupid plans, and his stupid idea to break into every fucking prison in the world it seems like…
You have no idea if you’re really allowed to silently curse him like this, but you tell yourself you do. I mean, you took the guys virginity. You should be allowed to complain about his terrorist attacks, right?
…and his stupid good looks, and his stupid hair, and his stupid voice, and-
“Little late to be out, isn’t it?”
You freeze. Like, fully freeze in your tracks, all stiff, eyes wide, your heart plummeting to your feet.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuck-
This is exactly what you were scared of- getting cornered by some random man when literally no one is around to help-
THUD
Did he just land behind you-?
God, move, idiot!
Move, move-!
“Dangerous times…Especially for a pretty girl like you.”
Finally, you get yourself to move. But do you even try to run away?
No.
You whip around, obviously terrified as you stumble back.
But you freeze again, because…this isn’t some ‘random guy’. That doesn’t mean you’re happy to see him, though.
“…T-Tomura-?”
Shigaraki grins as you look at him, all scared and skittish and…still fucking pretty, unfortunately.
You stare at him in utter shock, stuck between deciding if this is better or worse than running into a random guy. But, well…he’s certainly more attractive than any random man you’ve ever seen.
He’s really…grown up, for lack of a better term. You still don’t pay much attention to the news, so you have no idea when this happened, but damn. Longer white hair than before, definitely much more built than before, and there’s something more…confident than before.
Wait- shit- none of that is important right now-!
“You’re quiet.” Shigaraki teases lowly, starting towards with slow, confident strides. “What happened? You’re not teasing…or joking…or flirting…Are you scared now?”
You stumble back again, further this time as he gets closer.
Fuck. What does he want? How did he even find you? Was he looking for you? Why?-
Your back hits a wall, and you squeak in surprise. Shigaraki chuckles lowly, continuing to get closer and closer and closer until he’s looming a few feet from where you’re cowering against the wall. Practically trembling with fear, you flinch a little as he takes one more step forward and plants a hand beside your head.
“Because you finally know who I am? Or…” He leans in a bit closer, snickering at the way your eyes brim with tears. “…Something else?”
Shivering as another cold wind blows, and because you’re fucking terrified, you stay completely still. God knows you want to run, or fight, or tell him off, or something, but…he’s terrifying now. It’s strange to think that just a few months ago he passed out from how well you rode his dick.
Frowning now at your lack of reaction, Shigaraki looks at you flatly. Really, he was expecting some of that humor or sass that you had the first time. He can’t blame you for being scared this time, though.
“C’mon.” He grumbles, as if disappointed. “Seriously. Do something.”
You blink in shock and confusion. You’d expected to be dead by now, but he’s acting like you two are longtime friends- like you have no reason to hesitate.
“I-I-…” You stammer for a moment, pressing back further against the wall but not taking your eyes off him. “Aren’t you-…a-aren’t you gonna k-kill me, or s-something?”
Shigaraki blinks once, his eyes widening just slightly…before he smiles again. This time, it’s slightly less menacing and a touch more genuinely amused.
“Kill you?” He chuckles lightly, looking at you like you’re an idiot. “Why would I do that?”
You blink in confusion again, your body relaxing just slightly as he implies he won’t murder you. “Because…B-because that’s…what y-you do…?”
“That’s ‘what I do’?” He rolls his eyes at your less than eloquent response, getting more amused by the second. “I guess that’s true…But it’s not like I kill everyone I see. Most of the time there’s a reason.”
Yeah, that’s not exactly comforting. But still… “So…you don’t have a reason for m-me?”
Shigaraki watches your eyes go all big and hopeful, and he holds back a little groan. He missed that look- although before it was when you were practically throwing yourself at him in the bar, not trying to decipher whether he’s about to kill you or not. In the end, he shakes his head a little, and you take a little breath of relief.
Eyes casting downward now, you try to center yourself. God, that was really terrifying for a second. But now that you’re semi-reassured, you can actually focus…focus on him, that is. Because damn, he looks even better up close.
“So, um…” You start quietly, shifting your feet a little but staying still where he’s pinned you. “…W-what do you want?”
Shigaraki doesn’t take his eyes off you, scanning over the part of your face he can see with your chin tucked like that. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to run into you.” He states bluntly, reaching out with his free hand and tipping your chin up. “…But I’m not complaining.”
Fuck, are you actually blushing?
Well…he’s looking at you like that. And his hand is gentle even if you still flinched a little. And his voice is almost more relaxed now, a nice rumble that sends little sparks down your spine.
Swallowing lightly, you keep eye contact with him even though your heart stutters painfully in your chest. “…Doesn’t answer my question.”
Chuckling now, Shigaraki runs a thumb over your lip and relishes the way it makes you shiver. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a war coming. I’d like to feel something good before that.”
Your skin tingles where his own had touched your bottom lip, your cheeks flushing at his implication. Your mouth runs dry in shock, your lips parting uselessly. He wants to sleep with you again? Right now? Right here? After everything he’s done? After all the ways he’s indirectly impacted your life? Is he crazy?
Well, duh. Yeah.
But more importantly, “A-Are you gonna kill me if I say no…?”
Shigaraki pauses for a second, then frowns as if he can’t believe you’d think that. But really, what else could you think about him?
“No.” He states firmly, like it’s obvious. “How heartless do you think I am?”
Immediately, your voice turns just a bit sharper, still cautious but now just a bit annoyed by the way he’s acting. “I-…Well, you’re not exactly known f-for being some great guy-.”
He grins again, immediately pleased with that flicker of fire in you that drew him to you in the first place. Well, actually, it annoyed the hell out of him the first time. But now, he’s craving it.
“True.” Shigaraki concedes, but he only leans in closer. “But did I really give you that impression last time?”
Flashbacks of ‘last time’ play in your mind as he says it. God, he was such a cute loser back then, all whimpering and sensitive and damn near crying under you. And he’d called you an angel, hadn’t he? What was that about?
“I-I guess not…” You mutter, glancing to the side as your cheeks heat up even more.
“Hm…” Shigaraki chuckles quietly in response, sliding his hand down and loosely draping his fingers around your throat. “So what’s it gonna be? I promise I won’t hurt you either way.”
You flinch as he grabs your throat, even if it’s loosely, eyes darting back up to his. Fuck, you can’t believe this- the situation or the fact that you actually trust him. Well, you don’t fully believe you trust him, but you’re definitely turned on, so that means you must trust him at least a little, right?-
“Y-yes.”
Your own voice surprises you, quiet and trembling but so sure.
Shigaraki blinks once, as if it surprised him too. “…Yeah?”
Lips parting uselessly, you stare at him. God, why had you said that without thinking it through first? He’s a murderer- a terrorist- like, evil incarnate. Your eyes flicker down, raking over what exactly you’re working with this time. Fuck…no use denying it anymore.
He’s awful. Horrible, even. But he’s hot. And you want him.
You nod, subtly but true. He feels your throat constrict lightly under his thumb as you swallow softly. Then, your lashes flutter a little as you slowly trail your eyes back up to his.
“…Y-yeah…”
The smirk that forms on his lips sends a shiver down your spine, but your thighs clench together like he’s touching you already.
“Good.”
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“T-Tomura- mmph!- hah-!”
Tomura’s relentless this time, like he’s seriously trying to make it count unless it’s his last. He’d dragged you into some abandoned apartment and practically threw you down on the bed.
“Doing more this time.” He’d grunted out while stripping off his shirt and undoing his pants.
You’d watched with wide eyes, only feeling your panties getting wetter and wetter under his terrifying gaze.
Then, Tomura had damn near killed you.
He’d fingered you until you fucking squirted, then ate you out like he hasn’t eaten in months. It was so good you were left shaking on some random persons mattress, clinging to him, stars in your eyes, and a certain feeling making your heart stutter.
When you’d breathlessly asked if he’d been practicing since last time, he shook his head. “Researching.” Is all he said, grinning like a maniac…whatever that means.
Now, he’s putting all that ‘research’ to good use as he nails you to the mattress. Like, seriously, the entire frame shakes with every devastating thrust he gives your sopping pussy while his hands pin your hips to the bed.
It’s all you can do not to absolutely fall out, your fingernails literally carving lines in his back and arms that get healed immediately, your throat already sore from moaning so much for him. He’s just so fucking rough- so mean- it gives you whiplash. Last time he was barely even able to lift his head, and now he’s the one ruining you.
“Ah- Fuck- Feels good- ngh!” Tomura grits lowly, sending ripples of pleasure down your spine.
You can only whine in response, clamping down on him as he delivers a harsh thrust to your cervix. He grins down at you, nearly growling as you claw down his chest.
Tomura fucking loves that look on your face. Your lips all wet with drool and forming a little ‘o’, your cheeks burning red, your eyebrows pitched up in pleasure, your eyes are all dewey and big. You’re the very picture of pure, overwhelming bliss.
And you’re just so…
“Adorable…”
The way he growls it out has you shivering under him, your eyes screwing shut as your heart palpates. He reaches up with one hand to roughly grab your jaw, running a thumb over your slick bottom lip before slipping between them. You moan shakily, fluttering your lashes open again as you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck obediently.
“Mm- Fuck, yeah-.” Tomura’s practically giddy about your obedience, rewarding you with thrusts that make your ears ring. “Fuckin’ like that, d-don’t you?”
You squeal around his thumb, making a complete mess as you drool and nod. Slick gushes out of you as your thighs tremble and shake, getting closer and closer to another orgasm. He feels it, of course- the rhythmic clenching of your pussy and the accumulating wetness between your bodies.
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth but replaces it with his middle and ring finger, prodding around in your slippery mouth while his other hand splays over your lower stomach to pin you down.
“Gettin’ close, aren’t you?” He snickers at the way you gag on his fingers, his hips snapping into you sharply. “Y’like- ngh- fucking me?”
You nod again, quicker this time as you unconsciously bite at his fingers. Tomura grunts lightly and pulls his fingers out only to grab your throat, gripping tight enough to make your breath stutter. Eyes blowing wide, your voice pitches high as you scramble to grab at his solid wrist.
“Because of who I-I am?- ngh-” He growls, leaning down closer as his thrusts get heavier. “Like fucking a-a villain like me? Huh?”
Well, you liked him before you found out. But you can’t lie and say that knowing who he is and what he’s done doesn’t make it even better for you right now.
So you nod, clawing at his wrist as you gasp for air and tear up. Your pussy trembles around his cock, your hips starting to squirm even as he holds them still by pressing down harder. You moan brokenly as his hand puts more pressure on your lower tummy, only exemplifying the feeling of his cock bruising your insides.
“Y-yes-!” You gasp out without really thinking, so close to the edge that you can’t stop yourself from babbling. “I-I love it!- MM!- I l-love that you’re- ah!- s-scary- ‘nd I-I w-went back even after I f-found out- ngh!- a-and I th-think ‘bout you all the t-time- a-ah!- and- and- mmph-!”
Tomura cuts off your babbling by pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, all demanding and sloppy and dirty. He lets go of your throat just to reach down and rub your clit, swallowing your loud moans and squeals.
Honestly, he only did it because he was gonna cum if you kept talking like that. Just the thought of you thinking about him as much as he thought about you- missing him- touching yourself to memories of him- going back to the damn bar for him? He groans roughly against your lips as pleasure zings up his spine, his brain going into overdrive of how much sooner he could’ve done this if he’d actually looked for you.
Your hands reach up into his long hair and tug, keeping him in place with the rest of your depleting strength. And when your orgasm finally hits? You damn near rip his hair out.
You cry against his lips so shakily, your voice cracking and breaking with how intense it is. Convulsing under him, you clamp down and absolutely soak his cock with the hardest orgasm of your life. It’s so good your ears ring and your toes go numb- so good you don’t even notice when he pulls away from the kiss just to watch your face.
“Mmm- that’s it-.” Tomura grunts, rolling his hips slowly as he works you through it, his eyes glued to your messed-up expression. “G-good fuckin’ girl…”
Fuck, you’re too damn cute under him right now. He groans as his cock throbs, spilling another load of precum into you. Your hands are shaking where they cling to his hair, your eyes screwed shut but leaking tears, your lips wet with drool and trembling with little whimpers. He’s not usually one for soft feelings, and it’s especially odd after the way he’s been wrecking you…but Tomura can appreciate the beautiful picture you make right now.
…Not for long, though.
He stops his thrusts just for a moment, listening to you whine as your eyes flutter open to look at him with dazed, vulnerable curiosity. Tomura just smirks down at you, pulling your hands from his hair and instead lacing his fingers with yours as he pins your hands to the mattress. When he leans down, getting nice and close to your ear, it feels like the whole world shrinks to just your own little bubble with him.
“…My turn.”
You swallow lightly at his low purr, your hands gripping his tightly. Ever so slowly, he begins to pull out, his lips brushing over the marks he’s already bitten into your neck. Without thinking, you turn your head and nuzzle lightly his cheek, moaning softly as just his tip stays lodged inside you. Tomura pauses for a second with his tip twitching inside you, his eyes closing as he savors the feeling of your soft skin rubbing against his.
Then, just as suddenly, he snaps back in.
If he was relentless before, he’s ruthless now. It’s clear he’s only focused on getting himself off now, ramming into you with harsh, sharp thrusts and biting hard at your neck.
You immediately cry and squirm under him, so sensitive from how much he’s ruined you already. Your hands tug desperately at his, yearning to actually onto him, but he holds fast. The bed under you both rattles and slams against the wall with his strong thrusts, the frame feeling rickety at best.
Tomura sounds like a damn animal as he ruts into you, groaning and growling against the skin he sinks his teeth into. Eyes closed, all he’s focusing on is the feeling of you. The sound of you. The way you let him in and cry his name. God, it’s euphoric.
But you can hardly keep up anymore. Not after everything. You can’t keep up with his stamina- can barely hear anymore, can barely see, your legs are numb, and your mind is fully scrambled. All you can do is call his name, loud and high-pitched and entirely too blissful for anyone to ever say the name of a mass murderer.
Thrusts getting erratic now, Tomura nearly snarls against you, finally letting go of your hands to wrap one arm under your waist and fist one hand in the sheets. He crushes you into his body as he delivers two more harsh thrusts, his teeth breaking skin as his orgasm hits hard.
A guttural groan rumbles from his chest, broken and pitching higher at the end. He shoves as far into you as possible, shooting copious amounts of cum into you and pushing it in further with little jerks of his hips. The hand on your waist easily presses dark bruises into your skin, while the other accidentally comes down fully on the bed and decays it in less than a second.
Your exhausted body can barely comprehend the feeling of him filling you up, your mewl breaking off into a weak cry as your nails rake down his back. But when the bed gives out under you and you hit the floor…you’re out.
Fully.
Tomura grunts in frustration at his quirk even as he comes down from his orgasm, panting hard as he pulls away from your neck to apologize…only to find you totally unconscious. Blinking a few times in surprise at how the tables have turned this time, he gazes down at you, mostly just making sure you’re okay.
Once he’s confirmed you’re still breathing, Tomura sighs lowly and eases out of you. Then, with a gentleness that surprises himself, he reaches up and brushes a few tears off your cheeks. Your skin is burning hot but so soft under his fingers, your expression finally relaxing into something peaceful that makes his chest clench. Stupid pretty girl…
“Idiot…Wanted to talk to you more…”
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Air rushing by.
That’s all you remember. On your skin, in your ears…but someone was holding you, weren’t they?
Then, coldness as you were set down somewhere.
Warmth followed soon after, like you were wrapped in a blanket or sweater.
Finally, a voice. Low, rough, and hard to hear through the darkness of unconsciousness.
“…You really must be an angel…”
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You wake up with a start. Not in a random apartment, not on the street, but in a…hospital room? Looking down, you’re also not naked. No, someone must’ve dressed you again…and put their own hoodie on you? Tired and sore, you sit up and look around for a clue as to where you are.
A nurse rushes in just then to check on you, and she tells you everything she knows.
You’re at the UA evacuation site, and you were just…left outside the gates? Without a trace?
You blink in confusion, reaching up to rub a sore spot on your neck, only to find it bandaged. Suddenly, the memories rush back all at once. Just as quickly, your face turns red and your expression twists in embarrassment.
When the nurse asks what’s wrong, you just shake your head. “N-nothing…”
Your hands lower to the hoodie he must’ve pulled onto you, fisting lightly in the soft material. Your heart flutters as much as it aches- yearning and guilt evening out on your conscience.
“I-I just…know who brought me here…” You admit softly, ducking your face a little more into the hoodie. “Guess he couldn’t come with…”
"This spot is perfect," you dropped into the beach chair next to Tomura. Everyone else had ran to go swimming in the ocean, but you wanted to wait a bit. "You sure you don't wanna swim?
"No thanks," he mumbled, eyes glued to his switch.
You frowned, moving closer to look at him. It was strange—Tomura's eye contact was usually intense, practically staring a hole through you. Ever since you got to the beach, though, he refused to look up from his screen. Maybe he was sick? He looked fine, though. Just a bit red from the heat.
You rummaged through your bag, pulling out a bottle. "You should put some sunscreen on."
His eyes darted between your face, the sunscreen you were waving, and then back down at his screen. "Why, I'm in the shade, aren't I?"
Tomura's had one condition for coming to the beach: He'd stay in one of the chairs under the beach umbrella, no getting into the ocean.
Dabi had called him a princess when he first brought it up. You had argued that if Tomura didn't want to swim, he didn't have to. You could all enjoy the beach in your own ways. Now, you were beginning to agree with Dabi. Sunscreen was a non-negotiable. "Even if you're in the shade, there's still UV hitting your skin."
"No."
You leaned closer to him, inspecting his skin. Somehow, he was more red now than he was a second ago. You needed to hurry, he was going to burn to a crisp at this rate. "Skin cancer, Tomura. Melonoma rattling around your cells."
"Ugh, fine." He swiped the bottle from your hand.
"Great," you smiled, settling back into your chair. You were about to open the book you brought, when Tomura's flailing caught your eye. "You good?"
"It's hard with only four fingers," he strained to reach his back. Streaks of sunscreen crossed his pale skin in every direction, the uneven application sure to leave him burnt.
"Do you want help?"
He froze, eyes wide, before he sighed. "Fine, just," he handed you the bottle, making room for you on the chair. "Get it over quickly."
"Okay," you moved behind him, legs spread so he could sit between. "Scoot closer so I can reach you."
Wordlessly, Tomura followed your instructions, scooting back until you could feel the fabric of his swim trunks against your thighs.
"There we go." You squirt some of the sunscreen on your hand, bending closer to his ear so he could hear you, "sorry if it's cold."
"Fuck," he hissed, arching his back as you ran your fingers down his the curve of his spine, over the plane of his shoulder muscles, and back down by his waistband.
"Relax, it's just me." You murmured into his ear, his blue hair tickling your nose. "Can you hold the sunscreen while I make sure it's all rubbed in?"
"Uh, yeah." He said, sounding weirdly out of breath. The heat was probably getting to him. Maybe you'd grab him a drink from the cooler in a second.
You took your time, making sure every freckle, mole, and scar was covered in an even layer. "Okay, all done!" You stood, patting his shoulder. "I can take the sunscreen back, I need to put more on my—" you paused, glancing down at him.
There was a clear tent in Tomura's swim trunks, cock straining against the material despite his efforts to hide it. "Don't look, it's just—"
You swallowed your surprise, feeling your face heat up. "You want help with that too?"
You were even more suprised by his answer. "Fuck. Yes—" he stood quickly, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood and adjusted his trunks. He grasped your wrist with long fingers, marching in the direction of the bathrooms. "Let's go."
Everyone always headcannons Tomura as this mean kind of aggressive dominate partner.
But to that I raise you a Tomura that is so obsessed with you that he’s in genuine awe the first time he gets to fuck you.
This mans breath caught in his throat as he watched his cock disappear into you the first time. He was slow, not because he was gentle, no because he was *watching* you. Watching your face twitch and toes curl as he pressed deeper and deeper into you.
His brain nearly blue screens when he first bottoms out. Then he almost cums on the spot when he noticed the bulge in your stomach. Pulling before pushing back in again just so he could watch it appear and then disappear.
The sight of himself inside you, visible through the taut skin of yout stomach, was primal, possessive, utterly consuming to him. His eyes fixed on the way your body yielded to accommodate him.
On the way your toes curled the dreamy drunken giggle escaped your lips, followed by a moan that vibrated through your chest. He watched her head lazily fall against the pillows, drooling slightly as the mix of pleasure and pain painted your features in a way that was devastatingly beautiful.
"Fuck, MC," he rasped, his voice wrecked, his rhythm faltering as he watched your face contort with bliss. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."
He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was all hunger and desperation, his tongue sliding against yours as he continued his slow, deliberate pace. Each thrust was measured, deep, designed to make you feel every inch of him, to imprint himself into your walls.
When he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged, he whispered, "Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you fall apart."
Okay yk that one official art where it’s like him and dabi and toga and they’re all wearing black and he’s like not facing the camera and he has like the long hair?? Imagine THAT shiggy
Tags: fem!reader, college au, tomura is like…not so much a LOSER but is just like really quiet and in a shitty mood all the time, reader is an ambiguous archetype/stereotype but is probably not very like stereotypical ‘popular girl’, unspoken mutual feelings, smut at the end, random hookup, risky raw sex, pretty short- not a whole lot of plot, got lazy at the end
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“What the hell?”
Oh, you know that voice…which is surprising since he never talks in class.
But somehow, after accidentally stumbling into his lap at this stupid party, you know without a doubt that you’ve just accidentally landed on Tomura Shigaraki- your #1 classroom crush.
The way you fell is like the start to some shitty fanfiction or porno- just barely realistically and unintentionally suggestive. You lift your head hesitantly, hands heavy on his shoulders, eyes wide with embarrassment, and your thighs straddling one of his.
Tomura glares up at you- openly scowling, actually- his hands hovering around your waist…but he’s actually stopping himself from shoving you off. Most other guys would immediately take advantage of this, cop a feel or fully trap you on his lap. But no. Tomura looks downright disgusted.
“Hello? Get the fuck off me.” He growls meanly, sending shivers down your spine.
Finally snapping back to reality, you stop staring at him like an idiot and reel back- although now you’re more sitting on his knee than actually getting off of him. Hands still unconsciously gripping at his shoulders, you try your very best to reach one leg down and slide back without completely dragging your pussy across him. It’s kinda hard to stay coordinated while tipsy, though. His eye twitches when you slide back, practically feeling the way you unintentionally grind on his knee before standing unsteadily.
Tomura knows you. Somehow throughout all three years he’s been at this college, you two have had very similar schedules. He analyzes everyone in his classes, and he’s always annoyed when he sees your stupidly pretty face in the crowd. That doesn’t mean he’s actually talked to you before, though. No, he’s one of those people that comes in, sits silently in the back, then leaves immediately when class is over. No talking, no participation unless it’s forced, and certainly no…fraternizing.
He watches you wobble on your heels, your hands tugging your little skirt back down into place. Rolling his eyes, Tomura sighs and lounges back against the couch like nothing happened, looking away and instead keeping his gaze on the crowd again. Shuichi should be back with those drinks any second now…
…Why the hell are you still standing there?
Dragging his eyes back up to where you’re standing, he levels you with a flat glare. Your eyes dart up from where they’d been focused suspiciously low, your lips parting a few seconds before you actually start speaking.
“…I’m…” You start, seemingly having trouble finding the words before you continue. “…Sorry ‘bout that, um…Shigaraki…”
That actually surprises him. You know him too? Interesting…
“…You know my name?” He asks lowly, uninterested in raising his voice over the loud music.
You nod anyways. God, do you know Tomura Shigaraki. Not in a creepy way, of course…at least, you hope not. You didn’t notice him much at first, but going into your second semester of freshman year, you recognized him from the past semester. He’d been scrawny back then- faded blue hair and a habit of mumbling to himself, kinda twitchy, and all around just kinda…’weird’. Your sophomore year, there was a significant difference. White hair that reached his shoulders- and even long by the time the year ended- and he’d obviously started working out even if he still wore baggy clothes most of the time. But it’s not like it’s unusual for college kids to change their appearance once they get out of the house.
Now, in y’all’s junior year of college, he’s grown into a real looker. White hair down his back, still mostly black clothing but he could be found in slightly-tighter styles now, minimal bracelets or rings or necklaces (which only really started after he started hanging out with that guy Touya or something), and just generally more confidence. You always see him driving to and from class, his roommate (Shuichi, you think?) in the passenger seat, windows rolled down as he plays whatever rock or heavy metal he listens to.
In short, he’s only grown fucking hotter each year. And each year, you suffer more just knowing he’s in the back of the room, sitting there all pretty and quiet and pissed off…
Anyways, you should probably actually answer his question now.
“Uh…” You stammer, only growing hotter under his piercing gaze. “Yeah- I mean, we’ve actually had classes together forever- I dunno if you ever noticed, but—.”
“I noticed.” Tomura cuts in far too casually, a subtle little grin tugging at the corner of his lips as you gape at him. “Hard not to remember the same girl that’s in all my damn classes. Makes me wonder if you do it on purpose.”
Setting aside the fact it should be impossible to purposely get a similar schedule without sitting down together and doing it on purpose, the fact he’s even joking with you at all is throwing you for a loop. This is the first conversation you’ve ever had with him, let alone the most you’ve ever heard him talk period, and you’re already imagining a house and kids. Or maybe that’s just the drinks talking. Who knows?
Before you can respond, though, you’re sent stumbling forward again by some drunk frat guys stupid body ramming into your back. You yelp on the way down, landing heavily on Tomura’s lap yet again…except it’s exponentially worse this time. He grunts, instinctively grabbing your waist as you actually accidentally press against him…like, fully press into him.
Knee on his dick, tits in his face, pussy on his thigh, your little squeal in his ears, and for just a second or two…Tomura is in heaven.
Fuck…
Mortified, you struggle even more this time to pull back, completely red and flustered as you feel his breath on your cleavage and his hands gripping your waist.
“I’m so sorry-!” You quickly stumble out, pulling back and peering down at him with eyes the size of saucers. “Oh my gosh- are you okay?!”
Tomura just grunts, avoiding your eyes now as he glances down at his lap. He’s not hurt. The opposite, actually. He’s fucking hard. “…You’re real fuckin’ clumsy, aren’t you?”
Not noticing his problem yet, you swallow heavily and start squirming, trying to get off his lap yet again. “I- Someone pushed me- I promise!”
Instead of commanding you to get off quicker this time, Tomura tightens his hold and pulls you closer. “Yeah, I know…” He grumbles lowly, squeezing your waist and feeling his breath catch as your knee presses further against his cock. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you planned that too…”
Staring down at him in bewilderment, you tighten your hold on his shoulders as you try to pull back. You’re still worried you might’ve hurt him or pissed him off, and you have no idea why he’s still holding your waist. That is, until you follow his gaze. Oh…fuck.
—
Apparently in addition to being ridiculously hot, Tomura Shigaraki also has a big fucking dick.
You could’ve told him that just by seeing the print earlier, but you can really feel it as he rams into you now.
“H-hah…Damn-.” He chuckles from behind you, voice rough with pleasure as he pistons into you. “You love this, d-don’t you?- ngh-.”
Well, duh. You’re fucking clinging to the headboard, drooling, shaking, and moaning loud enough for the party downstairs to hear.
It happened so fast. He’d noticed you looking, you noticed him pulling you closer. He squeezed your waist again, a question in his eyes as he inched his hands down a bit lower to grab your hips. You shivered, caught between disbelief and a sort of elation at your crush looking at you like that. There were hardly any words, just a silent agreement and a hasty retreat upstairs.
And now, Tomura Shigaraki’s railing you in some dirty frat bedroom.
“Ah!- T-T-Tomura-!” You squeal out, whimpering loudly as he rams in, his tip smacking into your cervix.
For a guy you’re 70% sure is a virgin, he’s fucking you right. Tomura’s got a rhythm locked down, one hand groping your tit through your shirt while the other rubs perfectly at your clit under your skirt, his hips not giving you a second of reprieve, and his voice in your ear. He’s disgustingly good, and it’s only fueling the feelings you have for him.
“Yeah, talk t-t’me-.” He grits, and you can just hear the grin in his voice. “Tell me aaaall about it, p-pretty girl-.”
You absolutely gush around him, squeezing and clenching your wet walls around his raw cock hard enough to make him groan. God, it should be illegal to fuck this good. You’re babbling so loud for him, telling him all about how ‘g-good he is’ and how ‘big he is’- how he’s ‘so f-fucking hot’- how you’ve ‘always liked him’- how you’re just ‘s-so fucking c-close’.
Tomura smirks with a little growl, pinching at your clit just to make you scream. “How s-sweet- hah-.”
Your eyes roll back and your head lolls forward, your drooling mouth opening mindlessly to damn near gnaw at the headboard. The coil inside you is twisting tighter and tighter, your body shuddering and arching as you draw closer and closer to the best orgasm of your fucking life.
He can tell, of course. Precum spills from his tip, making your little pussy all sticky and wet, lubing the way even more for him to destroy you as hard as he wants. And you eat it up, combined juices dripping down your thighs, your blissed-out moans muffled against the headboard as you bite hard enough to leave little dents in the wood.
Rubbing roughly at your clit now, Tomura presses right up behind you, his hips never stopping as he grunts in your ear. “Gonna c-cum, huh?- mm!- Y’feel good?”
You nod desperately, voice pitching higher as you get closer and closer.
“Yeah? Gonna let m-me cum inside, baby?- ngh-!” What a stupid fucking idea…and yet you both pulse at the thought of his cum plugging you up.
Finally reaching your peak, your hips press back abruptly and your hand shoots back with it, grabbing blindly at his jeans riding low on his hips, holding on for dear life as you cream hard as fuck around him. It leaves you shaking and nearly screaming, your eyes rolling back far enough to see white and your ears ringing.
Tomura grunts harshly, his eyes darting down to watch his dick pump in and out of your sopping pussy, a white ring forming around his base as you cum on him. He throbs at the sight, swabbing a new batch of precum along your cervix as you grab onto him. “Good fucking girl…”
He barely realizes he said that out loud before he’s sinking his sharp teeth into the side of your neck, biting hard as he jams himself in as far as possible and finds his own release. Your walls clamp down, massaging and sucking the cum out of him as he shoots buckets of those warm, thick ropes into you. Groaning against your skin, his hands sink into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, crushing you back against his chest.
The feeling is fucking euphoric. Your hand tugs shakily at his hip, unconsciously urging him in deeper to fill you up more and more and more. The mewl you let out, all loud and broken, only pushes him to cum harder- red eyes rolling back and balls aching as he pumps every last drop into your waiting pussy.
When he’s done, he slumps against your back, slowly retracting his teeth from your skin but keeping every centimeter of his dick inside you. You’re both breathing hard, panting and shaking like you’ve both just run a marathon.
Tomura’s riding a wave of bliss, his arms tightening around you as he comes to terms with what just happened.
But you…Oh, you’re in Heaven. If you weren’t sure before, you are now: Tomura Shigaraki is your fucking dream man.
So it should be no surprise when a weak little mumble comes from under him, blissful but pleading, “…G-go out with me…”
He pauses for a second…then Tomura huffs a little snicker, cocking his head to see your face a bit better. “…We’ll see.”
So, unfortunately, college is on the brain. A lotttt of my stuff will probably be college au’s cuz I lowkey use it to cope with the stress 😼
Tags: fem!reader, emphasis on like loser shiggy, literally just smut
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“W-why’s it so big?”
The way you gasp it out, all flustered and surprised, does wonders to Tomura’s ego…although he can’t tell if it’s in a good way or a bad way. Like…why’re you this surprised he has a big dick? Is it that unbelievable? But then on the other hand…it’s so big you’re all flushed and nervous, and your eyes are all big as you stare at it.
Either way, Tomura is grinning and pulling you closer, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you on his lap. He’s gotten this far, and he’s not backing out now. “Heh…S-Scared?”
As you shake your head and press on, Tomura nearly loses his mind. He never thought he’d be here- pretty girl on his lap, glossy lips on his neck, his dick just inches from sliding inside a pussy for the first time. He shudders as you press your tits against his chest, and he tightens his hold on your hips as you adjust yourself over him.
Once you slide just his tip inside, you both have to pause. Tomura groans and fully hugs around your waist, his fingertips leaving bruises in your skin as he tries so fucking hard not to cum. You have to stop because he’s fucking big- like, even just his tip is stretching you out like crazy.
Getting down the rest of the way is even harder…literally. Tomura is pulsing and throbbing and twitching so much he just bumps inside with little jerks. His arms hold you in place, and you just whimper and whine and cling to him as he tugs you down every thick inch. Once you’re fully seated, you both pause again to cope with him being inside you.
His tip is soooo fucking red inside you, leaking relentlessly and throbbing pitifully as he tries not to cum. And yet, he’s hitting your cervix, making it all sticky with his thick precum. The feeling has you going insane, your head spinning as you drop it to his shoulder, your hands grasping tightly at his sleeves as you whimper his name. Tomura can’t shut the fuck up now- not with your pussy squeezing him and your sweet voice in his ear. He’s all “Oh, f-fuck- ‘M a-all the way-.” “Shit- ‘s this w-what it feels l-like?” “O-oh my god- w-wait- not yet-.” “Ohhh, fuck-!”
And yeah…he totally cums early. Super early. Deep inside you. Without even getting to move. Tomura whimpers brokenly as it happens, his arms crushing you to his chest as he unconsciously bites at your shoulder. You shudder at the feeling, almost regretting letting him hit raw…but damn it feels good. His cum is so heavy and warm as it spurts inside you, although most of it trickles down and out around him.
Tomura, the poor guy, is mortified once he comes down. Not in the flustered, stuttering way. He’s annoyed- with you, with himself, with the situation in general. He’s all cursing and grumbling, his face all red and scowling, his eyes avoiding contact with yours, his hands groping roughly at your hips like stress balls, and he’s still just so fucking hard inside you. All like “Ah, sh-shit-.” “F-fuck- fuck you-.” “Your fault- god dammit-.” “Shut up- shut the fuck up-!”
You giggle because, really, it’s kinda…endearing. And you don’t pull away or get turned off, like he expected. Instead, you lean in close and coo in his ear, your hips rolling down and making his over-sensitive cock jump inside you. Tomura gasps and whines, digging his fingers into your waist as he tries to hold you still, eyes narrowed in what would be a glare if he wasn’t so desperate.
In the end, Tomura is fucking dying under you. Poor guy just can’t stop cumming, and his dick is raw by the time you’re done bouncing on it. Just up and down, up and down, up and down, driving him crazy and making his damn head spin. He’s passed out before you can even clean yourself up…not that he’s complaining at all, of course. You just took him to heaven and back, and now he’s getting the best sleep of his life. This doesn’t mean he won’t have plans for you soon, though…
imagine lohen having the strength to carry you on his shoulders. with the recent windblume festival, you saw a lot of young couples holding hands and holding each other up. although it was originally your idea, you would have never expected lohen to take your suggestion so seriously. when he knelt down with his back towards you, your body instinctively froze up–it took a few more encouragements from your boyfriend that you finally situated yourself comfortably on his shoulders. while you were nervous being in the air, he took one deep exhale before running deep into the city, laughing maniacally as you cried out in fear.
“put me down lohen! seriously, i’m going to fall!”
“no way babe!”
without anything else to hold onto, you drive your fingers through his hair, holding on for dear life as he rushes through a horde of people. the people of mondstadt looked down, both with a mixture of disbelief and sigh. young love, they’d whisper amongst themselves. whenever you feel him intentionally loosen his grip around you, it causes your fingers to tug even harder—not that he minded of course, the pain intensified his feelings of joy as he makes it out of the gates, taking you along with him for the ride.
“... where are we going?”
“to fight ruin guards of course!” instead of ripping out another chunk of his hair, you start hitting him with the bottom of your fists.
He was sprawled across the dining table, careless of the wine glasses he'd knocked over. The fabric of his clothes was splayed out beneath him, and his blue hair fell delicately over his brows.
"I thought you might've been hungry," he said, smirking. He stretched his arms above his head and sighed. "Come here... have a bite."
Then I proceeded to lecture him about climbing on top of the furniture, all the while he stared at me with an amused expression, like I was just a pretty thing to him.
It was a bit strange to be doing something so normal with Lohen, but he enjoyed the simple pleasure of you choking around the thick base of his cock. Your gag reflex was something to laugh about; you struggled with taking even his fingers in your mouth, let alone his dick.
You try not to think about the first time you tried giving him a blow job. Your teeth scrapped around the head, and he shuddered with pleasure after receiving the worst head of his life. He hadn't softened the blow of telling you how poorly you'd done either.
And still, after practicing on him for so long, you still struggled to fit him in your mouth.
Drool pooled from the corner of your lips, and your fingers dig into his waist, trying to push away from his bucking hips. The asshole refused to let you fully push off, instead chasing your retreating lips until they touched skip.
"Fuuuuck," he moaned theatrically, his head thrown back as he forces your lips to his pelvis. The desk behind him rattles with the movement, papers falling off the edge. Your neck arches deeper into him involuntarily, eyes watering.
"Mmmfph!" Your nails pinch into him, trying to pull off of him.
"Oh yeah, just like—that!" His hand tightens in your hair. He pulls you off of him as if you're a ragdoll, then forces you down his length.
"Mm!" A tear escapes this time, and you're certain your teeth grate. He only punches over your head, both hands woven, tightened in your hair, and hips shuddering.
"Oh—oh fuck," he gasps. You feel his pulse against your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Aimlessly, you try and skim the bottom of his cock with your tongue to coax him closer to release. "Fuck, you're goddamn awful at this, huh?" He exhales with a shuddery laugh.
You make a pathetic sound below him, causing him to finally look down at you. At the sight of your teary eyes and flushed expression, he coos at you, hands messily petting your hair into your sweaty face.
"Aren't you cute..." His pupils are blown huge, with an unhindered smile on his face.
Lohen's thumb goes to the spit-covered side of your mouth, tugging it and revealing your canines. He pulls at the small corner until it stings. "Use more teeth this time, yeah?" Then pushes back into you, again and again, until your throat is sore and face is wet.
Giving lohen a shitty blow job and him being into it 🤤
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