tomura shigaraki feels cuteness aggression whenever he looks at you
tw + tags ;; nsfw. vaginal, slight somnophilia, dubcon, rough sex, squirting mentions & creampie
it's dark outside. another restless night for shigaraki; distressing memories plague his thoughts and consume his psyche. it's like he can't escape them no matter what he does. he long since abandoned the notion of sleeping, but even when he tried to distract himself with other activities, his eyes would always end up drifting back to the clock.
hence, he was left with no choice but to visit you. he hated disturbing you in the middle of the night, while you were asleep, but he found himself walking to your home anyway.
the door to your room creaks open as he peers inside. the warm light from the lamp on your bedside table illuminates the area and casts soft shadows over your tranquil, sleeping form. you must've fallen asleep while reading; evidenced by the book that was laying near your hand.
it's such a sickeningly sweet sight. your sweet figure bundled all cozy in your pink linen sheets, and your face half-smushed into your pillow. protected under the watchful eyes of the many plushies that were not only piled on your bed, but decorating your whole room. there are so many of them on your queen bed, that you're left with around one quarter of the space, as the rest of it is their territory. they're also dotted around the room on your shelves and desk, infusing your room with a lively quality.
you're just so stupid cute. it doesn't make sense. without thinking, shigaraki staggers over to you until he's standing next you, towering over your sleeping form. clearly you can feel his presence, as you begin to shift and stir. eventually, one of your eyes lazily peels open and you look up at him.
and instead of gasping or recoiling in shock at the unexpected figure standing next to you, a weary smile spreads across your lips, and you murmur quietly, "tomura.." it's hard to tell form the limited light source, but he swears he can see a little sparkle in your eyes when you utter his name. "what're you doing here?"
so adorable. with that wobbly smile and pleading eyes; no ones ever looked at him with such adoration before. and that quiet, tired little voice, it's like he could feel his heart melting in his chest and he hated it. why's he grown so fond of you in such a short amount of time? why doesn't he want to little your pretty face with kisses and gently brush your hair like a cherished doll? this isn't him. you're turning him into something he's not.
not to mention the fact you're just so precious he could squeeze those cheeks til his thumbs broke. he grabs your duvet and pulls it off you in one swift motion, revealing the white tank top and pink shorts you were wearing. your body quivers from the sudden exposure to the chilly air, "tomura.." you whine again, crossing your arms over your chest and bending your knees, "stop. it's too cold."
"not for long." he rasps, voice getting lost in the shuffling noises of your sheets as he climbs onto your bed. you're laid on your side but it only takes a gentle nudge for you to flop onto your front, and you let out a prolonged sigh into your pillow.
he bites down onto his lip, hard, when he yanks your shorts off. the cold air nips at your bare ass, and your exposed folds too, since you aren't wearing any underwear. it's uncomfortable , especially since you were so warm n cozy before, but you're just lucky he didn't decay your clothes like he did last time.
your pink shorts are tossed across the room, and he digs his thumbs into fat of your thighs, then spreads you apart. his breath hitches and something in his chest sinks. fuck, everything about you is so cute. that pert asshole, twitching and teasing him, and those puffy lips which glisten with slick under the warm light of your bedside lamp. he could eat you alive. and he just might.
keeping you lewdly spread with one hand, he pulls his dick out with the other and guides it towards your sopping hole. once he's aligned himself, he doesn't even spare a word of caution before he plunges into you, stretching out your cunt with a burning squelch. and despite your staggered cries, he doesn't falter in beginning to furiously thrust into you.
your pelvis lifts off the bed each time his hips slam into you, and your back instinctually arches into it. his thick dick splits you open at a dizzying pace, but you're just so tired. all you can really do is lay there and enjoy it, babbling into your pillow and grasping onto the sheets for dear life.
but he was right about something. you don't feel so chilly anymore. firstly, after he slipped inside, tomura lovingly tossed a corner of the duvet back over you. it was brief and he didn't give it much thought so it only covered your mid-spine area, but that was enough. plus, the friction from his cock piercing into you caused a delicious warmth to spread through you. the only part of you that still feels cold is where his fingers dig into your ass.
"what're you—" you gasp sharply. causing your pussy to clench around his cock, "what's going on?"
"taking it so well." he heaves, and you swear you can almost hear a whimper escape his lips as he talks. "keep strangling me like that. won't be much longer, sweetie."
he's never called you that before, or any affectionate nickname, so you're not sure what's gotten into him. the name sounds midly scornful on his tongue, but you can't bring yourself to pay much attention to that, not when his tip is beating your cervix and stretching your pussy open just right. "nggh— ahh! tomura!"
you've never seen him so desperate before, with stern intention behind each rut. there's so much power and fury behind each thrust that your headboard rattles against the wall and your whole bed shakes, causing a couple of your plushies to fall off. it's for the best though. in fact, you kinda wanted to swat them all off the bed so they didn't have to witness you getting defiled like this.
"you're just the cutest fucking thing.. aren't you.." his cock twitches inside you, and with each harsh movement he rips up your insides, pushing you closer to your impending orgasm, along with his own. you can tell his drawing near his climax by his uneasy breathing and gravelly muttering, "even when you're screaming for me. precious little thing."
he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks back , which wakes you right up. eyes wide, your back arches and your face is raised off the pillow due to the force of his hand tangled in your hair. and since your screams are no longer muffled, he immediately gets an earful. "hah— fuck, oh god.. ahh!"
and your sultry cries tip him right over the edge, and his hot seed floods your insides in spurts. his eyes roll back in his head as your clingy walls clamp down on him and force every last drop of his cum into your tight pussy. "shit.." he keeps plowing into the entire time, hips faltering only slightly.
"perfect.." he sighs, letting his eyes flutter closed as he sits up straight. he pants, and remains stagnant, still fully buried in your creamy pussy and relishing in your heat for at least a couple of minutes. you're too fucked out to question it or even beg for more, despite the fact you were teetering on an orgasm, ready to be engulfed by the cock-induced bliss.
soon, he re-establishes a rhythm, his cock slowly dragging against your slick walls. now, you finally have the energy to groan, "what're you doing now? i thought we were done."
"you think i'd leave my pretty girl hanging?" he makes a noise, and you're unsure if it's a scoff or a chuckle. regardless, his fat dick was already causing light-headedness. "not going to stop until you squirt." he states blankly.
you moan, and reach out a shaky arm to pick up one of your plushies and feebly shove them off the bed. you don't want them to see what you're about to become.
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