Okay guys, here’s this fanfic based off of virgin!gamer!shigaraki. I kind of collaborated with a friend of mine who’s an artist, they’ve given me permission to post this fic along with their fanart. They don’t have an art page (they said they might make one later). Gender of reader is not mentioned and genitals are not described.
Trigger Warnings inlcude: dubcon(towards shigaraki), loss of virginity, creampie, overstimulation. (its midnight and I can’t think of anything else let me know if I should add anything.)
You were invited over by Tomura earlier in the day to hang out, but it wasn’t until later when you were able to stop by. He was not ever busy; usually, he stayed at home playing either on his computer or switch. This time you walked into him sitting in his gaming chair with his cat ear headset on, his eyes glued to the screen. Even with the bright light glaring back at him, he flinched when you opened the door, one hand moving to push his headset off one ear.
“Hey.” He nodded at you and focused back on his game, and he wasn’t going to pay much attention to you. When you stood behind him and watched his fingers hit the keyboard and his other hand moving the mouse rapidly. The girl in the overly exposed outfit took damage, and then even more of her clothes fell off. Of course, he would play something like that.
“Hey, back, you fucking perv.” You tease and lean over his shoulder to watch him play.
“I’m not a perv, it’s just fun, and I’m playing with a friend.” The game skipped to a cutscene with a transformation, it was censored, but the character was still nearly nude.
“Whatever boobs don’t move like that, but a virgin like you wouldn’t know that.” You slid your book bag with spare clothes and your switch off and sat on the edge of his bed. You heard his exasperated sigh.
“I’m not a virgin; I know how boobs move.” He bragged. He was always so defensive about things like that. Whenever you brought up something he felt made him a lesser person, he felt the need to lash out at you and defend his pride.
And then it was like a light bulb went off over your head; you stood up off the bed and walked over to stand beside him again, then you set your plan in motion. You dropped quickly to your knees and crawled under the desk; you avoided looking at the floor or your surroundings and focused on what was ahead of you: Tomura’s bare thighs and his stupid Minecraft underwear.
“Bro, are you a fucking child? Seriously? Creeper underwear?” A scoff from under the table, his feet are tucked under him, and he’s pulled up close to his desk, so he doesn’t have space to move and escape you.
“Get out from under there, you weirdo, let me play my fucking game.” He breathes through his teeth. Luckily for him, this part of the game requires his entire focus, and he’s able to forget you under his desk.
“Sounds like something a virgin would tell me to do.” Your fingertips brush from his knee up to where his boxer briefs sit snug on his thigh. The skin is hairless, not as rough as much of the other areas of his skin; you slip your fingers under the edge of the boxers and slide to his inner thigh. He doesn’t have much muscle or fat, but there’s still enough to pinch.
“I- Listen, brat, I didn’t invite you over to tease me.” You heard it, he stuttered, but his resolve wasn’t broken by you just yet. His fingers still tapped at his keyboard.
“Oh? So you’d rather I go all in?” You ask; your hand cups over the outline of his dick, and you squeeze gently. His whole body becomes stiff at that moment, and you could feel his cock grow against your hand. His hand moves away from the keyboard, and you hear them slap over his mouth in a last-ditch effort to cover up the pathetic moan he let out.
“I bet this is the first time anyone has touched you here, am I correct To…Mu...Ra?” Each syllable of his name that you enunciated paired with a squeeze of his dick through his underwear. You could feel it pulse with his heartbeat against your hand; how could someone get so worked up in a matter of minutes?
You heard him scoff again, and he shifted, his legs slipping out from under him, and they framed your shoulders. You steadied yourself with your hands on his knees and leaned in closer to his crotch; even though it was dark, you could still see where precum stained his boxer shorts. Your lips were barely a centimeter away from his cock, and you knew he could feel your hot breath with the way his breathing hitched, and his cock twitched. “Hold on, Toga, gotta mute real quick.”
Then he was moving again; you heard buttons clicking, and you assumed that meant he turned his mic off. He pushed his chair back from the desk and looked at where you were kneeling in front of him.
“Are you trying to embarrass me?” He seethed, but you knew he wasn’t entirely angry, his face was flushed over the bridge of his nose and down his cheeks, and he was still hard for that matter.
“No, I’m trying to help you, just a handjob, okay. I promise I’ll be quiet.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.
“I guess I should make you since you got me hard.” Tomura pulled himself back towards the desk, “I’m going to play my game again, don’t make me lose.” Then your hands were pulling his underwear down his legs, his cock sprung free and thumped against his hoodie. One hand pushed his hoodie up while the other settled around the base of his cock.
Well… it was average at best, nothing to brag about. The length wasn’t intimidating, and the girth wouldn’t cause a painful stretch. But the tip was flushed pink, and it had a prominent vein, and you could feel it pulse under your fingertips. You said just a handjob, but who would keep such a pretty cock out of their mouth? You gathered up as much spit as you could in your mouth and let it dribble from your lips onto the head of his cock. You could feel him flinch when he felt the new wet sensation. Is Shigaraki that sensitive?
Your hand spread spit all over his dick, and you started to move up and down, twisting your wrist as you moved from base to tip. Your mouth kissed all over his legs and stomach, his lower belly and inner thighs being the most sensitive. You could tell by the way he would suck in a breath when you licked or sucked at those areas. He tried to stay quiet, but you heard the coughs and gasps in between talking to his friend while he played his video game. Would it hurt him to get just a taste? You made your move quickly, licked from bottom to top, and swirled your tongue around the flared head. The taste of your spit and the taste of his skin blended, and it made you want more.
And you went in for more, but his knees shot up in retaliation to the new stimulation; he nearly hit your chin, but you were quick to dodge. “What the fuck are you doing?” He whispered and pushed away from the desk. You laughed a bit and wiped the spit off your lips with the sleeve of your shirt.
“Don’t worry about it; just go back to your game; it’ll be fine.” You smiled and worked your hand over him again. He sighed and pulled himself back toward the desk. And you set to work sucking him into your mouth, and it was easy to swallow around him and take his cock into the back of your throat. You heard him gasp, but then you listened to a slap and assumed Shigaraki clasped his hand over his mouth.
Then a sudden bitter taste flooded your mouth. Tomura came into your mouth. You didn’t pull off until he pushed away. His face was red and splotchy. He was breathing heavily; he took his headset off and tossed it on the desk; grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, he pulled you up until you were face to face.
“What the fuck was that? You know what-“ he stood up and went to pull up his underwear, but you pushed the chair from behind him and pushed him onto the bed. “W-what are you doing?” His hands trembled and moved to tug his hoodie down over his stomach.
“I’m just having fun. I know you’re enjoying this too, Shiggs. So let me take your virginity.” You pushed your pants down along with your underwear and straddled his soft thighs, and even though his erection was flagging, it perked up when it felt your heat against it.
“Stop it! Get off please, I wanna go back to playing my game.” But he made no move to stop you. His hands came up to cover his eyes. He didn’t want to see his best friend naked, or at least he didn’t want to admit that he was enjoying this. You grabbed his cock and held him steady while you positioned yourself, ready to sink on top of him, prepared to take care of your arousal after doing nothing to help yourself.
“It’s sensitive. It’s going to hurt if you do something right after I just- oh f-fuck.” He whimpered as you slid down on his length. You were wet, warm, and tight—a sensation he wasn’t used to feeling at all. After your hips were flush with his own, you sat there for a minute, enjoying the slight pressure along your walls. You made your first move, dragging your hips forward and then backward. It pressed the head of his cock deep and rubbed against your favorite spots. You moaned softly, loud enough that he could hear but not loud enough to overpower his whining and panting.
“Tomu-“ you gasp as you lifted yourself about an inch and then dropped back down on his hips. “Do I feel good?” Your head fell back as you continued to ride him, lifting and dropping down further each time.
“Hnh fu-uck yes! Puh-please keep going!” He could barely talk around his constant whining and moaning.
“Be quiet, or they’ll hear you!” You hiss, as you rode him, the stimulation of his cock hitting the right spots, combined with watching him lose his cool, was winding the coil in your gut tighter and tighter with each passing second. You could feel him twitch along with your insides. He moaned particularly loud when you clamped down on him tightly; you took matters into your own hands and shoved your ring and middle finger into his mouth, his tongue immediately swirling around them and tracing them.
You thought you could’ve had longer and that you could finish before he did, but that was just not the case. Suddenly, he was pushing your fingers out of his mouth and covering his mouth with his hands, holding back his moans even though you could hear it through his gloved hand. His cock twitched once inside you, and then he filled you, painting your insides with his seed. You slowed to a stop as he finishes. He whined with each breath he took.
“That’s not fair, Shiggy. I didn’t even finish.” So you started riding him again, his hands went to your waist, trying to hold you still so you didn’t overstimulate him. But his relaxed state was no match for your own edged body.
“No! Hah- shit. It’s sensitive! Don’t move!” He whined loudly, but you kept moving. Your hand came down to touch yourself. As you rubbed yourself to completion, you could feel his cum drip down his length and settle between you. You threw your head back and moaned, your whole body going rigid as you came, you slowed down to a grind to work yourself down from your high and then collapsed against his chest when you finished.
After recovering, you sat up and gently pulled off of him; you laughed at him when he flinched, not expecting the sensitivity to be teased as you removed him from your body. “Why did you do that?” His voice was small like he was afraid to confront you.
“Well, you’re my friend, and I like you, dummy. I figured I should be the one to corrupt your innocence.” You teased; you got off his bed and looked around for a towel or piece of clothing clean enough to wipe yourself off and to clean him up. He stayed silent as you moved around the room.
“Can we play animal crossing? I think your friend doesn’t want to play with you anymore.”
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