Sneaky
𖨆♡𖨆 Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ TW: roommates, nsfw content, handcuffs, camboy, porn with plot, p in v, vibrators, spanking, gags, dom tomura, hate sex, punishments, harsh names 'slut', 'bitch', revenge porn, non-con
: ̗̀➛ word count: 6.7k+
Your dreams had finally come true - you were going to university to study your favourite subject: Computer Science. You had always been passionate about technology, and the idea of diving deep into coding and systems was exciting to you. But as university life began, things quickly took an unexpected turn. The campus was far from home, and commuting daily wasn’t realistic. Especially the finances were tight, leaving you broke and limited options. In the end, the most practical solution was to share with a roommate on campus. Little did you know that your life was going to take a massive turn.
You were trying to find a roommate at university, but at first, it seemed like no one else was available to share a flat. It was starting to feel a bit stressful, especially with time running out and housing options filling up quickly. Luckily, just when you thought you might have to live alone or change your plans, one person finally came through. It was a huge relief to know you wouldn’t be on your own and could now split the rent, settling into uni life with someone else. You had your hopes high, hoping that this person would be a female and would be sweet to you.
You zipped up your suitcase, ensuring everything was tucked away neatly, and made your way to the campus, entering the elevator. You walked down the long corridor, your heart pounding slightly with a mix of excitement and anxiety. You kept praying for a good roommate, someone who you could share not just a living space, but a pleasant atmosphere.
As you approached your new flat, your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Should I knock on the door or simply open it? The uncertainty gnawed at you. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. You took the key out and unlocked the door.
As you stepped inside, a wave of overwhelming scent filled the air, a mix of energy drinks that hung thick in the air. It was as if the room itself was infused with the buzz of caffeine and sugar. You glanced around, taking in the clutter and mess of shoes.
"What the fuck." You said in a whispered tone as you looked at the mess. You took off your shoe and put it up on the shoe rack, which was mostly empty as half of them were scattered on the ground. The shoes looked ragged and dusty. It seemed as if an old man lived here.
Bringing your suitcase, you walked through the corridor that led you to the living room and an open kitchen.
Your jaw dropped.
The mess in the kitchen was atrocious - plates and pans were everywhere, and not a single one was cleaned. Crumbs littered the floor, and energy drinks were scattered all around.
"What the actual fuck!" You exclaimed, your voice rising slightly.
Then, you saw someone come out of a room, and his eyes landed on you. You froze.
His eyes were boring into yours, and God, they seemed terrifying. There were lots of wrinkles around them, as if he had been itching at them a lot, and a noticeable scar ran down his right eye. His skin was very pale, and his lips were chapped. He was wearing a black, baggy hoodie with a hood that draped over his head. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, and he was pretty tall.
As you continued inspecting him, he suddenly spoke up. "Did you come here just to stare at me? Wierdo. Don't bother me, and never enter my room. That's your room. Goodbye." He turned and slammed his door. You just stood there, confused. What was his problem? So rude for what, bitch. The worst part is that you are roommates with a guy. You can't even talk to men; it's so damn scary. No wonder why you are single asf. Which is why you're always stuck scrolling on AO3 and Tumblr.
You unpacked your things and settled into your room pretty well. You were so glad that you got to have your own bathroom. Maybe this is not gonna be that bad.
Several hours have passed since you settled into your new place, and the only sound breaking the stillness is the intense tapping of his keyboard, a reminder of how consumed he is by whatever task he’s immersed in. You wandered into the kitchen to prepare some dinner for yourself. However, you realised the countertops were filled with dirty dishes, takeout containers and energy cans stacked together.
You couldn't bear to let the kitchen remain a mess, so you took a deep breath and decided to clean up the mess. It took a good chunk of your evening, but after much scrubbing and organising, you finally cleared up the place. When you opened the fridge, you were hopeful for something delicious to eat, only to discover two slices of bread lying there. Really? How is this guy managing to live here on such light rations?
Disappointed and feeling a little defeated, you decided to just drink a glass of water and call it a night. Tomorrow, you will have to do grocery shopping, fully aware that it will likely leave your wallet even lighter. Here’s another day of being broke!
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It was 8 AM, and you were getting ready for your lecture on algorithms. You stepped into the lecture hall and took a seat in the back row. As you settled in, you glanced to your side and noticed a black hoodie draped over the person next to you. It looked similar to that little bitch, which irked you. Shaking off the thought, you turned your attention to the teacher and took out your notebook and laptop to write down your notes.
Just a few minutes in, the lecturer paused and asked everyone to pair up with the person next to them to work through the first algorithm coding task together. Your stomach dropped. You froze. You hate talking to guys, especially the creep next to you. No thanks. You kept your head down and pretended to be super focused as you started working on the problem by yourself. It was a basic sorting algorithm, something you'd gone over last week, so you thought you had it under control. But then, out of nowhere, the guy next to you leaned over, glanced at your screen, and said, “Uhh… that’s not how you implement merge sort efficiently.” He then launched into some long explanation about time complexity and how recursion depth can affect memory allocation and some other nerdy computing shit you couldn't even follow. I didn't ask, bro.
It has been a few minutes, and he fixed your coding. You were pretty proud of that, but you realised you hadn’t even said a single word to him. But my God, his hands... they were lowkey attractive. And that voice - deep, raspy, like it didn’t belong in a lecture hall full of awkward coding students. He was leaning a bit closer than necessary, too, and you could feel your face heating up. Too close. Way too close.
You finally forced yourself to turn your head, just to thank him for the help - you know, basic human decency. But the second your eyes met his, you froze. Crimson. Boring, bloodshot red eyes. No fucking way.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," you muttered, blinking in disbelief. "What the fuck, you’re my roommate?"
He tilted his head slightly, lips curling into this twisted little smirk that immediately gave you chills. That same hoodie, that same voice… How did you not realise it sooner?
“Tomura Shigaraki,” he said, his tone slow and lazy, like he didn’t care whether you remembered or not. “Best in computing in the entire uni. Try to keep up, y/n.”
Then he gave this low, amused chuckle. Like the whole thing was a game to him. Hold up, how does he know my name? And suddenly you weren’t sure if you wanted to roll your eyes or bolt straight out of the lecture hall.
The rest of the lecture dragged on, though you barely processed a word. Your screen blurred in and out as you stared at the lines of code, but all you could think about was him. Tomura Shigaraki. Your roommate. The hoodie guy. The smug bastard who somehow made recursion sound like a threat.
Every now and then, you caught yourself glancing at his way. Ugh, no, he is a bitch. When the lecture finally ended, you packed up faster than you ever had in your life, stuffing your notes and laptop into your bag.
You spent the rest of the day bouncing between the library and study rooms, hoping to burn the memory out of your head with assignments and textbooks. It didn’t work. His voice was still echoing somewhere in the back of your mind - smug, gravelly, and far too confident.
By the time you trudged back toward your flat, the sky was already dim. You sighed, key in hand, bracing yourself. Maybe he wouldn’t be back yet. Maybe he’d mysteriously vanish from your life forever.
No such luck.
As you stepped into the hallway, the door creaked open behind you. You turned and there he was, hood half-off, eyes sharp under messy white hair. Tomura didn’t say a word at first. Just stood there, one brow raised like he knew you'd been trying to avoid him.
Great.
We walked inside, tension thick enough to slice with a kitchen knife. No words exchanged, just the sound of our bags hitting the floor and shoes sliding off. You headed straight for the kitchen, mostly to avoid eye contact, but you could feel his gaze follow you like a shadow.
Two strangers. One flat. One awkward, glitchy algorithm of a situation.
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Weeks passed, and somehow, Tomura and you still hadn't managed to have a proper conversation - not one that lasted more than a few words, anyway. You guys barely made eye contact in the flat, let alone speak. It was like ghosts passing through the same space, living parallel lives. You guys both attended lectures like clockwork - he with his hood always pulled up, slouched in his usual seat, you pretending not to notice him while catching yourself staring at him.
And maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was the silence. But one night, you couldn’t stop thinking about him -about the way his hands moved when he typed, rough but precise, or how his voice sometimes echoed in your mind long after he'd spoken. You told yourself to brush it off. It was just the loneliness talking. But the heat in your chest wouldn’t go away. The ache spread down to your stomach, then lower. You gave in.
And you hated yourself for it.
The next morning was worse. He left his room with his usual bored expression, and you waited until the door slammed shut behind him.
Then you stood there, in the quiet.
Staring at his bedroom door.
You told yourself not to. You really did. You even walked away. Twice. But curiosity gnawed at you - what was he hiding in there? What kind of person was he when he wasn’t being the smug, messy emo ghost I lived with?
Your hand turned the handle before you could stop yourself. It creaked as you stepped in, and something near the door made a sharp click. You flinched - but it was probably just a random can or charger cable. You ignored it.
The air was heavier in here. Like a mix of old energy drinks and too many sleepless nights. The smell clung to everything - faint sweat, cheap body spray, and something else you couldn’t place. His bed was a disaster: half-covered in crumpled clothes, some of them probably unwashed, others just thrown there in a rush. Empty drink cans littered one side of the room, and his desk was even worse - stacked with more cans, snack wrappers, tangled wires, and a gaming setup.
Figurines lined the shelf above his monitor - some were anime characters you recognised, others you didn’t. Pants were scattered around the floor, like he’d changed in a hurry and never looked back.
And then you noticed it: his PC. Still on. The monitor was glowing faintly in the dim room.
He forgot to lock it.
You knew you shouldn't. You knew it was wrong. But your fingers were already on the mouse before you finished telling yourself no. Curiosity twisted into something darker - not quite fear, not quite excitement.
You opened his browser.
Then you clicked on his search history.
The second his browser history loaded, you froze.
It was filled with porn and hentai.
Site after site of explicit content, tabs left open, keywords that made your face burn. There were even videos of tutorials. Your eyes flicked over the screen, not even meaning to read the titles but taking them in anyway - some of it rough, some of it borderline twisted. You felt like you had walked into something you were never meant to see.
And then you noticed the files.
They weren’t labelled anything obvious. Just vague names like “vid3.mp4” or “cam1final.mov” - but the moment you hovered over one, curiosity dragged you deeper.
You clicked it.
And what you saw made your stomach twist.
It was him.
His messy hair and those goddamn hands. Shirtless. Lit only by the bluish hue of his setup. He was jerking his dick off to the camera. At first, you couldn’t breathe. You scrambled to close it, but your hand had a delay, like your body was still processing what the hell you were watching. He had such a beautiful, built build. And holy crap, his dick is fucking beautiful. You'd say it's about 7 inches. You couldn't stop staring, and the arousal suddenly grew. He was saying things - low, muttered filth - like he was speaking to someone on the other side of the screen. Flirting. Groaning.
Oh my god.
He was a camboy.
And then, like an idiot, you clicked again on a link tied to his streaming profile. Found you, you thought. His username was something stupid and cryptic, but his voice gave him away. Same tone. Same rasp. Same cocky rhythm.
That was when the panic hit. He might be coming any minute.
You slammed the window shut, yanked your hand off the mouse, and bolted back to your room. Your heart was in your throat. You tried to pretend it didn’t happen. You sat on your chair, staring at the ceiling, trying not to imagine his voice in your ear again.
And then the front door creaked.
He was back.
You heard his boots drag across the floor. A shopping bag hit the counter. A cupboard opened, then closed. Then nothing… until his door clicked shut.
He didn’t say anything to you. Just like always.
But this time, it felt different. Like the air had changed. Like he knew.
You stayed frozen in your chair, every nerve lit up with tension. You could still hear the video playing in your head. Still remember the way he moved. Still picture the mess of his room and the glow of his monitor.
What the hell kind of person were you living with?
What the hell kind of person was I?
Tomura’s POV
The second I stepped into the flat, something felt off.
It wasn’t obvious - the lights were normal, the air smelled the same stale way it always did - but my instincts prickled. I stepped toward my room and bent down, eyes narrowing.
The pencil I’d wedged in the doorframe snapped.
She was in here.
My jaw clenched as heat crept up the back of my neck. I pushed the door open fast, scanning everything. My clothes were still on the floor, but some weren’t where I left them. Cans were nudged slightly from their spots. And then - the bed. The pants I’d left balled at the corner? Half-covered now. Messed with.
My embarrassment flared, but it was quickly swallowed by a much sharper feeling - dread.
I turned to the desk.
The PC.
The screen was still on.
My stomach dropped. I moved closer and checked the mouse, the tabs, and the windows. I clicked through quickly, pulling up the browser history, heart hammering.
And there it was.
Search history opened.
Files accessed.
Videos played.
She saw it. She saw everything.
Rage boiled in my chest.
Your POV
You were sitting at your desk, mind still whirling and still anticipating his next move while watching his account. Your fingers hovered hesitantly over one of the videos. Just one more click, you told yourself. Just curiosity. Just-
BANG.
Heavy, fast footsteps slammed into the hallway floor. Your breath caught. Your heart launched into your throat.
No, no, no.
Your hand flew to the laptop, scrambling to close the tab, but it was too late.
The door to your room burst open.
There he was, Tomura, with his hoodie half off, eyes wide and full of fury, breathing like he’d sprinted through a fire. “Come,” he snapped, voice low and sharp.
You stumbled back. “W-What? No - what the hell are you doing?!”
He stalked forward, eyes locking on your screen. When he saw what was there - his own profile, still glowing on your browser - he stopped dead.
Then, he laughed.
But it wasn’t funny.
It was dark. Twisted. Furious.
“Oh. So that’s it?” he said, his voice suddenly too calm. “You’re gonna finger yourself to my videos now, huh?”
Your face contorted. “W-What?! No! I didn’t- I wasn’t-”
“Don’t lie to me.” His smile vanished. “I know you were in my room. You think I’m stupid?”
You opened your mouth, but the words jammed in your throat. “Wait- how do you-?”
But you didn’t get to finish.
Tomura grabbed your wrist, not painfully, but with a firm, forceful grip. Your breath caught as he dragged you out of the chair and down the hallway before you could protest. “What are you- let go of me!”
But he didn’t.
He shoved open his door, pulled you in, and threw you onto his bed, still messy with clothes, dirty pants, and the unmistakable smell of sweat. The door slammed behind him.
“You wanna snoop?” he said, standing over me. “Then here you go. Let’s talk about what you really saw, bitch.”
You swallowed hard, frozen by the heat in his voice - not just rage, but something else. He was embarrassed. Exposed. And angry that you’d gotten in without permission.
You couldn’t look away from him. His shoulders tense. That scarred mouth was twitching. His breath was coming unevenly now, like he wasn’t sure what he was going to do either.
The dim red glow from his LED lights across the room, over the tangled sheets and scattered clothes. Tomura stood with his back to me, one hand dragging through his pale, tangled hair, the other rummaging frantically through a drawer near his desk.
This is your opportunity.
Now. This was your only chance.
You bolted off the bed, feet hitting the floor as you sprinted toward the door - but before you could even reach the handle, a hand clamped around your arm.
Tight.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he hissed, his voice low. His grip tightened. “You think you can just waltz into my room, dig through my life, and run off like some innocent little rat?”
You tried to pull away, but it was useless. His fingers flexed just enough to make you freeze.
“You brought this on yourself,” he growled, dragging you back toward the centre of the room. “You wanna act like you’re above it all, like you weren’t the one snooping, the one spying, but you’ve been obsessed with me this whole time, haven’t you?”
"N-no", you stuttered. None of the words could come out of your mouth anymore.
He chuckled. Cold. Broken.
“You’re not innocent. You're just stupid. And now...” he turned, finally facing you, red eyes glowing. “Now you have to pay for it.”
His hand shot out and gripped your wrist again, tighter this time. Then a pair of handcuffs was attached to your wrist. And then large hands pushed you to the bed. Your breath hitched. What in the world is going on?
He could hear your breathing growing heavier, feel the heat radiating off your skin as you continued to squirm against the cuffs binding your wrists. He took the other side of the handcuffs and attached it to the bed frame.
"Such a needy little thing, practically gagging for it already."
He tsked, shaking his head as he grabbed the blindfold, the black fabric seeming to absorb the meagre light. The blindfold tightened around your eyes, plunging you into darkness. You couldn't see him. You don't even know what he is going to do.
Tomura stepped back, admiring his work. The contrast of the silver cuffs against your flushed skin was...intriguing. He could see the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath, your body trembling with anticipation.
He turned his attention to the camera and started setting up the lighting and mics. The red recording light blinked to life. Such a nice touch, capturing this moment for his viewers. He wanted you to remember this night, to think of him every time you saw those bruises, those marks. His brand, carved into your tender flesh.
Shigaraki licked his lips, eyes glinting with malice as they raked over your bound form. He could smell your arousal, thick and heady in the air. Pathetic. But also exhilarating.
You still felt a bit scared. You don't know what was going on. Your heart was pounding harder and harder every second. Your body couldn't control itself. The heat started spreading to your legs, and you couldn't help but squeeze your legs. Suddenly, you heard him speak.
"Well, well… welcome back, you degenerates."
His voice dripped with sarcasm as he turned to the camera, the dim red glow behind him casting shadows over his face, pale, cracked lips twisted into a grin.
“Thanks for the endless support. I couldn’t do this without your curiosity feeding mine.”
He shifted slightly, the chair creaking beneath him. Then, with a flourish of movement, he gestured beside him.
“And look who we’ve got today. Ta-da. My roommate. Cute, right?” He tilted his head, mock admiration flashing in his red eyes. “Would be even cuter if she weren’t such a nosy little thing.”
The grin widened, unsettling.
“She broke the rules,” he said, leaning closer to the lens like he was sharing a secret. “Snuck around. Opened doors meant to stay shut. Peeked into things she wasn’t supposed to see.”
He clicked his tongue.
“And now, of course… actions have consequences.”
He sat back, hands steepling under his chin as his voice dropped to a darker, more amused tone.
“So tell me. What should we do with her first?”
He was recording. Panic surged through you, and without thinking, you started thrashing against the handcuffs binding your wrists to the cold metal bedframe. The cuffs bit into your skin, but you didn't care. You needed to get free.
"LET ME GO, BITCH!" you shouted, your voice breaking through the silence. It was the first time you'd ever yelled at a guy like that.
For a moment, the room froze.
Then, without looking away from his screen, a slow, chilling smile spread across his lips. Your eyes are hidden, but you could feel his gaze like icy needles.
“You finally found your voice,” he said, voice low and dripping with amusement. “I was starting to think you’d never fight back.”
"Apologies, guys. This roommate can be a real handful sometimes. Thinks rules don’t apply to her. What a cunt." There was a dry chuckle at the end.
Boomexplosion2: Take her clothes off!
69toesucker: YE TAKE THEM OFF SHE GONNA LOOK SEXY
"Hmm.. alright. You ask, you receive."
He approached the bed slowly, deliberately, each step echoing in the charged silence. The floorboards creaked under his weight, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness. He could hear your breath hitch, feel the way your body tensed, preparing itself. As Tomura loomed over you, his red eyes glinting with sadistic glee. His hand reached out, cold fingers brushing against your cheek. You flinched at the unexpected contact, turning your head away.
"You're going to regret this," you spat, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make you pay for this."
Tomura chuckled darkly, his hand moving down to grasp your chin firmly. His thumb pressed roughly against your lower lip. "Says the one who was going through my shit without permission. Oh, I'm counting on it."
With his other hand, he started to unbutton your shirt, exposing your bra and skin inch by inch to his hungry eyes. You struggled against the handcuffs, but it was useless. The metal bit into your wrists, a sharp reminder of your helplessness.
"Stop fighting it," Tomura growled, his voice low and commanding. "Just let go and enjoy what's coming."
You gritted your teeth, refusing to give in. You wouldn't let this monster win. But as he continued to strip you, his hands explored every curve and hollow of your body, you felt your resolve wavering. Your breath came in short gasps, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.
Tomura leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Such a pretty little thing," he murmured, his voice a sinful purr. "I can't wait to see you break."
He pulled back, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He turned back to the camera, a new energy in his stance. "Well, guys, she's all yours now. What do you say we have some fun with her?"
You felt the heat of Tomura's gaze on you as he awaited the replies from his audience. This was it. You were at his mercy, completely vulnerable to whatever twisted games he had in store for you. Then viewers flooded the chat with their depraved suggestions:
Revenge99: Rip those pants off!
Brutal69: Show us that tight ass!
Tomura's smirk widened at the comments, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. He turned back to you, his gaze trailing down your body like a physical touch. "Looks like you're in for a treat, roomie," he purred, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.
You thrashed harder, kicking out at him wildly. "F-fuck you! I won't let you do this!"
But your efforts were futile. Tomura grabbed your ankles, pinning them down with a firm grip. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin. "You should have minded your own business when you had the chance."
With a sharp tug, he yanked down your pants, exposing your underwear to his hungry gaze. You felt a rush of humiliation and fear, your body trembling uncontrollably. But there was something else too, a dark thrill that you couldn't quite shake.
Tomura let out a low chuckle, his fingers trailing along the edge of your panties. "Feisty, aren't we? But we can't have you ruining the show."
He reached into his drawer and pulled out a gag, a wicked glint in his eye. "Open up, roomie. Let's make this nice and quiet for you."
You didn't listen to him and kept quiet.
"Being a bitch are you?"
Your anger suddenly fueled, "SHU-". Before you could finish your sentence, he easily slipped the gag between your lips, tying it tightly behind your head. You could only moan and whimper against the silicone, your muffled protests falling on deaf ears.
Tomura stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Much better," he said, satisfaction clear in his voice.
Tomura's eyes glinted with a feverish intensity as he gazed down at your exposed form. His tongue darted out, wetting his cracked lips. "Oh, I'm getting ideas, guys. So many delicious ideas..."
He started to move, his weight pressing down on you. You squirmed and thrashed beneath him, but it only seemed to excite him more. He grabbed your thighs, spreading your legs apart roughly as you tried closing them with all your strength. You let out a muffled cry against the gag, your face flushing with shame and humiliation.
"Shh, don't fight it," Tomura whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he licked it. "Just let yourself feel."
His head dipped down, and you felt the wet heat of his tongue against the inside of your thigh. You flinched at the unexpected sensation, a gasp escaping your lips. Tomura chuckled darkly.
He trailed his tongue higher, his teeth grazing against your sensitive skin. You could feel the heat building inside you, your body betraying you with every touch. You tried to push him away, but he was too strong, too determined.
"Fuck, you taste good," Tomura growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "I bet you're getting nice and wet for me, aren't you?"
You shook your head vigorously, refusing to acknowledge the desire coursing through your veins. But Tomura knew better. He could smell your arousal, see the way your body responded to his touch.
He laughed again, the sound echoing through the room. "Liar. I can feel it, you know. The way your body trembles, the way your breath hitches..."
His fingers slid under the edge of your panties, teasing you with a feather-light touch. You bit the gag to suppress the moan, your hips bucking involuntarily. Tomura leaned over you, his hot breath washing over your exposed breasts. You felt the cold metal of the clasp against your back as he reached around and ripped your bra. The fabric fell away, your nipples hardening instantly under his heated gaze.
"Fuck, look at these perfect tits," he growled, his fingers ghosting over the sensitive peaks. "I can't wait to get my mouth on them."
You shuddered as he lowered his head, his lips closing around one of your nipples. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud. You bit back a moan with the gag, your hands fisting the sheets.
Tomura chuckled against your skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down your spine. "Mmm, you like that, don't you? I can feel you getting wetter."
He moved to the other nipple, biting down just hard enough to make you scream. You hated how you ached for more, how you arched into his touch, craving for more. Tomura seemed to sense your internal struggle, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee.
"Come on, roomie. Give in to it," he purred, his fingers tweaking and pinching your nipples in a tortuous rhythm. "I know you want to scream more for me."
Biting down hard on the gag to stifle your whimpers. But it was no use. With each flick of his tongue, each pinch of his fingers, you felt your resolve crumbling. Tomura must have sensed your surrender because he suddenly pulled away, leaving your aching nipples exposed to the cool air. You let out a desperate moan, your body yearning for his touch.
"Ah, ah, ah," he tsked, a wicked grin on his face. "Not yet, roomie. I want to hear you beg for it."
He ran his fingers down your stomach, teasing along the edge of your dripping folds. You bucked your hips, silently pleading for more. But Tomura just chuckled darkly, denying you the release you so desperately craved.
"Beg for it, roomie," he demanded, his voice a sinful purr. "Let me hear those sweet little whimpers."
You shook your head again, stubbornly refusing to give him the satisfaction. But as his fingers brushed against your clit, you couldn't hold back the desperate cry that escaped your lips.
Tomura grinned, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "That's it, roomie. Let it all out." He then takes out the gag.
“P-please…,” you managed to choke out the word barely audible through the pressure building in your chest. Your head was spinning and the room felt too small, too hot, like it was closing in on you.
You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
Tomura tilted his head slowly. Then he let out a soft, dry laugh.
“Hm... That’s it?” he said, voice low, his tone somewhere between mocking and intrigued. “That’s all you’ve got?”
He pressed his knee in between your pussy.
“Not enough,” he murmured, “Beg properly, y/n. You wanted to dig through my room? Then beg for what comes next.”
"Please... I want y-you. I want more... please," you forced the words out, each syllable trembling in the heavy air. Your chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths. You hated how desperate you sounded, but it was the only thing you could think to say.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then Tomura started laughing.
“Ah… so cute,” he muttered, his voice twisted with amusement, but there was a strange edge to it, like he was half-mocking, half-annoyed. “You still think this is about you getting what you want?”
“You’re here to be punished."
His hand reached up to tug at the zipper of his black jumper. He dropped the jumper to the floor without a second glance. Then, with a swift motion, he ripped off your blindfold. Your vision is blurred as you take in the surroundings. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him. Tomura stood there, shirtless, his long messy white hair covering half of his face. His defined abs and chest that was heaving heavily with each breath he took. Fuck, I wanna touch it...
His wrinkled red eyes pierced through the dimness, locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. His smirk deepened as he took in your appearance - red eyes, flushed cheeks, your body still bound and helpless.
“Comfort’s over,” he said flatly, already moving across the room. With one flick of his fingers, he hit a key on his desk. The camera’s red light dimmed and the lens slowly shuttered closed.
He then slowly unbuckled his belt, dropping to the ground with a soft clang. His trousers slid down his muscular legs, pooling around his feet. Tomura's massive member sprang forth, standing erect and slapped against his stomach. The sheer girth and each thick vein pulsing out. A bead of precum glistened at the tip. Tomura's piercing gaze locked onto me, his red eyes seeming to drink in your essence as he began to stroke himself lazily, the lewd sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the room. This is too much for me...
Watching him jerk made your holes ache for more.
Suddenly, one hand gripped your thigh possessively while the other continued working his shaft, bringing it to full, throbbing hardness. "Watch closely, roomie. See what you've reduced me to - so desperate for release because of your disobedience." Tomura's hand moved faster along his length, twisting and squeezing as he pleasured himself mere inches from you. His mouth came closer to you. You could feel his hot breath fanning you as you kept squirming.
"ugh~...oh f-fuck..ngh~, y/n."
His breathing grew heavier, punctuated by low groans of arousal near your ears. You turned your head to the side. I can't take it in. Why does he look hot and sound hot?
"Look at me," he demanded huskily, using his free hand to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "See the effect you have on me, even when I'm punishing you. Your defiance is so exhilarating." Pre-cum beaded at the tip of his cock, making his movements slicker, more obscene. The musky scent of his excitement filled the air between us. "This is what happens to bad girls who can't follow simple rules," Tomura panted, his thrusts into his fist becoming more erratic. Tomura's eyes flashed with sadistic glee as he grabbed the sleek vibrator lying beside you on the bed. He trailed the buzzing toy along your collarbone, down between your breasts, before circling each sensitive nipple teasingly. "You think you can get away with invading my privacy, my space? Think again, you nosy little slut. " Without warning, he brought his palm down in a sharp smack against your exposed cunt. Your head fell back. This was so overwhelming. The wet slap echoed obscenely through the room, followed by your muffled cry of shock and reluctant pleasure. "Yes, moan for me," Tomura purred darkly, rubbing the sting away before delivering another stinging blow. His hand came down again and again, each strike landing on your soaked, tender flesh. The combination of pain and pleasure made your hips buck involuntarily, grinding against the restraints that held you in place.
"Look at you, spreading yourself open for me," he taunted, watching with dark satisfaction as your juices dripped down the insides of your thighs. "So eager for a spanking, even when it hurts." The vibrator still buzzed against your nipples, sending jolts of electricity through your sensitive breasts. Tomura's fingers found your clit, pressing and rolling the swollen bud in time with his relentless spanks.
You then felt the heavy weight of his erection resting against your stomach. The heat radiating from his cock mingled with the feverish warmth, creating an intoxicating mix that left you dizzy and lightheaded. Each spank sent shockwaves through your core. The vibrator's constant hum against your nipples added to the sensory overload, making your senses reel and your mind foggy and the desire to want his dick in you already.
"i-im sorry..please put it in me...please...i'm truly sorry. I won't do it again," you pleaded as your voice choked with tears and desperation. "I swear, I'll never go to your room ever again."
Tomura froze mid-spank, his hand hovering above your quivering flesh. For a moment, he simply stared at you, clearly taken aback by your sudden display of remorse. Then, a deep, rumbling laugh burst forth from his chest, echoing through the room.
"Well, well, look at that," he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "The naughty little rebel has seen the error of her ways. How adorable." He let the vibrator drop to the bed, allowing his cock to slide down your stomach and come to rest at your entrance. The thick head pressed against your slick folds, the heat and hardness sending shivers down your spine. It already made you feel so full. With a sly smirk, Tomura leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your lips as he began to lick a slow, deliberate path up your neck. His tongue danced across your sensitive skin. As he reached your mouth, he paused, his eyes locked with yours in a searing gaze. Then, without warning, he claimed your lips in a deep, devouring kiss. His mouth moved over yours with ruthless intensity, his tongue plunging inside to tangle with yours. You felt like you were drowning in him, suffocating under the sheer force of his kiss. His kiss stole the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and chest heaving heavily. As he devours your mouth, Tomura thrusts his cock in you with brute force, making you moan uncontrollably in his mouth and grab the chains much harder.
His thrusts grew much faster and was pounding into you recklessly. The bed was creaking and the bed frame slamming against the wall with each pound.
"S-slo-..ngh...s-slow d-down...Tomura. I can't keep up. T-To big." You moaned out.
"Slow down? We're only getting started, roomie. Get used to it bitch." He whispered it in your ear while thrusting his dick in your hole. The thick shaft stretched your tight hole obscenely, each brutal thrust making his dick buldge out of your stomach. Drool ran down your chin as you gasped for breath, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure radiating through your body.
"Fuck...you're taking my cock so well," he grunted, sweat dripping onto your chest. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he hammered away, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls. "I'm going to destroy this pussy."
Your muscles tensed around him as he bottomed out one final time, driving himself balls-deep into your cunt. A rough moan tore from your throat as ecstasy crashed over you in waves, juices gushing around his cock. He groaned loudly when your inner walls squeezed him tightly, triggering his own climax. Hot cum flooded your insides as he fucks it in. Both of you trembled through the aftershocks, bodies slick with sweat and mingled fluids. When he finally pulled out, semen dripped from your gaping hole onto the sheets below.
With a satisfied grunt, he collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you came down from your shared high. His softening cock slipped free from your abused hole with a wet sound, leaving you feeling empty yet thoroughly satisfied. For several long minutes, neither of you moved, just basking in the afterglow. Eventually, he rolled off you with a contented sigh, taking off the handcuffs. Calloused fingers gently stroked your wrist.
"You behaved... for once. Good girl. But don’t get comfortable - tomorrow’s punishment will be far worse. Much worse."
P.s I hoped you guys liked it. This is my second attempt on writing smut, so comment any issues and any tips.❤️