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He decked a coworker for asking you to dance, did ten days for it, and came out broke, starving, and absolutely shameless about it. By the time you make it to the park he's on his knees in the grass begging — and you're the one who breaks first.
Or: your incubus boyfriend's three-day stint in holding wrecks every shred of his self-control, and you end up letting him feed you right there on a public bench, hating exactly how much you don't hate it.
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incubus dabi supernatural au established relationship reader-insert explicit content public sex semi-public exhibitionism getting caught (almost) forked tongue horns prehensile tail claws fangs venom/aphrodisiac feeding kink saliva as aphrodisiac mating marks possessive behavior jealousy dirty talk begging pussy-drunk incubus piercing (genital) touch starvation pride in ruins he did the crime she pays the bail monster boyfriend pwp with feelings one-shot
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The week had been… rough. It was perfectly summed up by the fact that you were currently sitting in a police waiting room while your boyfriend was being led out of the holding cell.
It wasn't that Dabi had ever been famous for restraint, but this weekend he'd decided to pull something special. At your little office party, he'd smashed the face of a sorcerer from the neighboring department. And he'd smashed it badly enough that the guy got locked up for ten days. And if it hadn't been for your statement and the fact that the law cuts some slack for creatures that feed off a partner — he probably would've sat in there even longer.
And now you were looking at him, arms folded across your chest, broke and with a scandal hanging over you at work.
"He was fucking staring at you! And don't tell me he wasn't, you saw it yourself, you're just ignoring it… or pretending to ignore it!"
Your hands had been clutching at his forearm while the incubus bared his sharpened fangs, and across the other end of the restaurant hall someone was pressing ice to Mr. Tanaka's busted eye. The man was a sorcerer with such a watered-down connection to magic that he could barely cast at all, but those arguments hadn't stopped Dabi.
"Tell me, is he flirting with you? Or maybe… he decided to put a spell on you outright!"
The black-haired man's tail sliced the air with enough force that it whistled like a bullet. You yanked him back with your whole body.
"Calm down! What the hell did you even do?! You gave him moderate bodily harm, we'll be lucky if this only ends in compensation! Apologize right now!"
"APOLOGIZE?!" His eyes turned into turquoise lakes, the pupils narrowing into vertical slits, and he waved a hand. "He asked you to dance! What the fuck, when I was sitting right there? That asshole really doesn't get it at all, does he?!"
You'd argued right up until the police arrived. Thankfully, you'd convinced Dabi not to thrash around and not to resist. Otherwise there was no telling how it all would've ended. And now he'd come out… like nothing had happened. While they were taking the cuffs off him, Dabi leaned in toward you.
"Three days. In a cell full of…" He clearly swallowed whatever he'd been about to say, cutting his eyes toward the cop.
"Don't even open your mouth. I am absolutely not in the mood to listen to you right now."
He looked at you for a long moment, blinked slowly a couple of times, working his wrists, which were covered in bruises and scrapes. His tail wound tight around his thighs, and overall Dabi was surprisingly… quiet. You could even call it "agreeable." His jacket had been pretty roughed up, the black shirt he'd been wearing since that day at the restaurant also looked bad. You wouldn't have said before that Dabi could look more rumpled than usual, but… there was a difference between affected scruffiness and actual hardship.
Exhaling, you filled out the paperwork at the station's front desk. Essentially, you'd had to take on full responsibility for him. Incubi couldn't go hungry for long without contact with someone. Otherwise they'd start being given donor blood, and that surrogate was… about the same as feeding a person protein through a straw. Not much joy in it. Dabi clearly understood that.
"We'll walk, on the way we'll buy… I don't know, a döner, because there's nothing to eat at home. You ate up every last nerve I had at work."
"Pff, idiots. What did I even do…"
You stepped out of the station. Dabi lifted his head toward the darkening evening sky. Thankfully, early summer at least had the decency to bless you with good weather. He tugged at his jacket but still didn't take it off. You, mirroring his movements, smoothed down your work skirt and waved a hand.
"Come on, troublemaker… We don't have money for a cab now."
You walked in almost complete silence. You kept muttering something under your breath. Of course you knew Dabi was like this. Especially since he was an incubus… holding back his emotions could be hard for him. You just shouldn't have gone to that damn office party, that's all… At least they hadn't fired you. In the end you spent half the walk just drowning in your own thoughts, the stress of the situation still settling on the back of your tongue with an unpleasant aftertaste. Until you noticed that Dabi had gone completely silent. You stopped, turning around.
The park was warm in the evening, almost no people around. Dabi was pale as death; it seemed even his black curved horns had lost their usual turquoise sheen; he braced himself against a bench and sat down with a heavy "oof."
"Are you okay?"
"Do I look like I'm okay?"
He ran a hand nervously through his hair, his horns, even tugged at one of them, trying to pull himself together. You stood there for a second, but… in the end you closed the distance, touching his shoulder, which sent a shiver through the man; he immediately fixed a bright stare on you.
"In that damn cell everything was so… people, non-people — strangers, vile. I hate people, you know that? Can't stand them. All of them except you. And there — three whole fucking days in a concrete box without your scent, without your whims or even… your sulking."
The incubus caught your hand, pressed his cheek against it, nuzzled. You hadn't seen him like this in… you couldn't even remember how long. For the most part your relationship was already balanced out, his feeding was extremely stable, and apparently that was why the break hit harder than you'd expected. Before, back before you'd met, he'd often managed just fine for weeks without food. At least, that's what he said.
"I won't make it, I need you now… here."
"W-what?! There are people walking around here, and just a bench, have you lost your mind?!"
"I'm serious! Please, sweetheart, I… fuck, you want me to ask on my knees!"
His grip on your hand instantly tightened, he lurched forward, dropping to his knees on the ground; his tail lashed like a snake, finally regaining its activity. Dabi clutched at your thighs with his other hand, pressing his forehead against your stomach.
"Please-please, fuck, I'll die if you don't right now… I want you to feel good, please!"
The incubus's voice started cracking into high notes. A couple walking down the path chose a different turn, apparently deciding some kind of relationship drama was going on here. Though they weren't entirely wrong about that… You flushed, trying to fix your skirt, under which his clawed hand had already found its way.
"Quiet, idiot! What are you doing?"
"Come on, you wouldn't leave me like this, would you? Alone again, in a park. I won't make it on foot, no money, but you're with me! What do I have to say? That I'll mop the floors at home every week? I will! Just let me… lick you, or at least touch you, you know I'm good at it."
"Get up and shut up. People are—"
"Let them watch." His voice trembled in a way that wasn't like him; usually Dabi didn't fall apart this badly. "I had three days' worth of pride. It ran out yesterday! Or… whatever, it's gone already!"
Your hands were shaking — whether from the emotions or from the fact that you were genuinely worried about him. He was always tougher than this. Since when was he… like this? Dabi was looking up at you from below in a way that made it quickly clear: he wasn't going to shut himself up.
"I can hear myself, okay? I hear how this sounds. An incubus. On his knees. On the ground in a goddamn park. If you tell anyone — I'll die a second time, this time from shame… but I know you won't do that! You're good to me, I don't deserve it, ha… Okay, death by humiliation isn't a threat to me yet, unlike starvation…"
The stream of words wouldn't stop, and he wasn't about to get any quieter either. Your eyes darted around the park — the situation was critical. Latching onto his forearm, you yanked the man back onto the bench, sat down in his lap, wrapped your arms around him, and kissed him.
Dabi shut up instantly, his tongue deftly sliding into your mouth, gathering up your saliva, touching hot and wet. He didn't smell unpleasant… Quite the opposite — like his body's musk smelled especially delicious. Your breath stuttered, his thin leathery tail wound tight around your right leg and slipped under your skirt, brushing your underwear.
"Yeah, that's it… you love me, don't you? I really need you to… to…" He swallowed thickly, fumbled over his words; you jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow. He had the nerve to fumble now? "You love me! You want me, fuck, I'll die without this, sweet thing."
"That's better," a slightly… drunk smile played on your lips. "Da-abi…"
"Well, what… I've been hungry for three days, of course my saliva right now is… a little addictive."
He pitched forward slyly again, holding your chin and kissing deeper. This idiot got hungry and switched into "hunting" mode after a mere three days! From his taste and his scent your head went light, like from cider.
His hand slid further under your skirt, settling you more comfortably on his hips.
"If you want to hear it — I'll talk. I need you so bad, fuck, your orgasms have spoiled me to hell. I thought I was going to start gnawing on concrete in that damn cell, kitten, can you really blame me?"
You shook your head, hair scattering across your shoulders. Sometimes he became absolutely unbearable, but the way he was clinging to you now blew the lid off everything. You had to scan the park again… seemed like no one, but it wasn't dark enough yet.
"Ple-ease, I'll be quick, I'll go in and do it just how you like, and then I'll be peppy, good."
Dabi pressed his nose under your ear, rubbing his face and horns against you. Though out of the corner of your eye you noticed how he was watching you, watching your emotions — the sclera slowly flooding black, making the iris brighter, and the pupils, now gone vertical, didn't tear away for a second. His tail slid further, pressing on your underwear exactly where it was needed, not too hard, so the firm tip wouldn't hurt. Feeling your sweet sigh, Dabi bared his teeth, running his long tongue along the top row. You were giving in.
"Very… careful. And quiet! Oh, how you're going to… pay me back for all this. How — I have no idea yet."
But your further grumbling didn't really concern him anymore. Dabi sat deeper on the bench and positioned you so that your skirt rode up over your thighs, pressing your underwear right against his groin.
"It'll all be… perfect, just like your slick, fuck, so much of it… and you act so prim and proper, mm…"
There was the sound of a fly being unzipped; Dabi hooked your underwear with his claws, simply shoving it aside so it wouldn't get in the way. You felt him first just press his pulsing cock against you, the ring of the piercing on his frenulum pricking with its familiar cold metal, and right after that he pushed in. Not making a single sound was physically hard, but somehow you managed…
"Holy shit, if I'd known that your embarrassment about getting caught was this delicious, I would've done this sooner!"
He said it so loudly that you yanked your skirt up a little, almost jumping in place, which made the man let out a long, chesty moan. Dabi clenched his teeth, chuckling deep in his chest, and pulled you back, sinking you deeper onto him. He himself barely moved his hips.
"Think it's obvious your nipples are hard under your shirt? I think it's ve-ery obvious…"
"God, if you don't shut up, I'm getting up!"
"Getting up? Heh, don't, things are already…"
He finally moved, holding you with a hand and with his tail, which pressed on your clit. You tried to brace yourself, to control at least something, but in that position it was impossible. And it was also obvious: if someone came closer, even down the neighboring path, everything would become clear at once. Your face flooded with color; the incubus's thrusts were unbearable torture. And the worst part wasn't that he was unbearable — it was that your heart was pounding not from fear at all. Every rustle from the neighboring path made your insides clench sweetly, and you… damn it, you liked it. The realization made you angrier than all his antics combined.
Dabi, on the other hand, was just melting. Your embarrassment, mixed with pleasure, hit him straight in the head. He wasn't controlling his thrusts, moving with animal greed, not even giving a damn about the wet sounds you could hear. The incubus leaned forward, running his tongue along your neck — to where the mark pulsed under the skin — gathering the salt of your sweat, the scent, the taste.
"O-oh… the mark's pulsing," he purred into your skin. "You can be as mad as you want, kitten, but emotions don't lie. You like that we might get seen… Mm, you're so delicious when you're ashamed."
"Shut up…" you breathed out without any conviction whatsoever.
"Missed my good girl so much… Ah, damn it, nngh… Like that, a little deeper, eh, no-no, quiet…"
His hand covered your mouth for a second when he caught figures between the trees out of the corner of his eye. But it all blew over, and at last he caught the rhythm. His cock thrust inside insistently, impatiently, but exactly the way you needed, while his tail helped from the outside. Your breathing fell into sync. The incubus clutched you with both hands, buried his nose and forehead against your shoulder from behind. He couldn't hide his own thirst, just like the vulnerability he poured out in words, movements, breath.
With each new second white circles flared in your eyes, pleasure flooding your mind, and the effect of his saliva and scent had relaxed you enough that… A light spasm made the tips of your toes go numb inside your shoes. You drew closer to him, and he caught that very first second perfectly.
"Fuck, you'll just save me if you do it properly, come on… I'll catch you."
A quiet growl tore from your lips. The orgasm set you shaking — strong from the adrenaline, from his words. From all of it, really! The incubus jerked convulsively, thrust even through the spasms, going deeper to draw out the pleasure, but came himself right away, despite the fact that he usually hated losing control this fast…
"My… favorite little star. Yeah…"
The words washed over you along with the post-orgasm wave. Dabi jerked, but didn't waste a second: he immediately fixed his jeans and pulled your underwear back on, keeping his thick cum from running down your thighs.
"Fed me so well… Want me to carry you home now, mmm? No cab needed when you've got a well-fed demon."
"No need, I'll do it myse-elf!"
But the attempt to stand was a failure — he scooped you up into his arms, smoothing your skirt out. Though you both looked terrible anyway, and almost anyone on the way home would've figured out what you'd been up to. Thankfully… it seemed no one had actually seen you. You tried to shove Dabi in the thigh with your foot, but missed. Almost on purpose.
"Insufferable. I'll reconsider a hundred more times why I even feed you all the time! Nothing but trouble, ugh…"
You weren't mad. And he knew that perfectly well. The dark-haired man's smirk softened; for a second he nuzzled his nose into your hair, breathed in the scent. His tail gently wound around your ankle, and he set off in the direction of your apartment.
А будет ли создан сам персонаж или его не будет? Можно ли менять внешность и причёску в новой игре?
База для персонажа пользователя как раз то чем я занята сейчас. Да, будут варианты внешности, прически\одежда основная кастомизация. Но, конечно, это все медленно)
If you think you have too many AUs or "garbage" thoughts about your favorite characters, you can check out my list and take a breath. Because there's always more to the madness 😌
I've put together some images for the incubus text. Here's the outfit, the altered details, and the vibe of their marks. Yes, the marks are provided by biting and appear differently, only manifesting directly next to them.
In short, if you were looking for feedback on the overhyped vibes of succubus and succubus marks, this is it .D But food for the lovely ladies.
He's been on a blood-only diet for years, pretending he's not what he is. Then the flu knocks out his reserves, one bite stops working, and suddenly "just a kiss" turns into him breaking every rule he ever set for himself.
Or: your incubus flatmate's suppression strategy collapses in the kitchen at 7pm on a Tuesday, and by 7:15 you're being carried into the room he never lets anyone into.
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incubus shigaraki tomura supernatural au roommates to lovers reader-insert explicit content forked tongue horns prehensile tail claws fangs venom/aphrodisiac feeding kink blood drinking (background) first time together mating marks possessive behavior dirty talk multiple orgasms overstimulation rough sex sensory overload size difference (implied) touch starvation self-loathing emotional constipation monster boyfriend pwp with feelings one-shot
Фикбук (ru) | AO3
The week had been a rough one. A pile-up at work, and on top of that your flatmate had gotten sick. All week you'd been feeding him actual food — on his energy-drinks-and-carbs diet, this hikikomori probably would've just keeled over from the flu. It wasn't about tenderness, no. It was just that a new roommate was more expensive than a funeral.
Stepping into the hallway and hanging up your bag, you heard noise from the kitchen right away. A rustle, something falling — thankfully something metal. In the shared room Shigaraki was standing, leaning against the fridge, holding the dropped lid of a pot that he was trying, with a trembling hand, to set back in place — apparently not even noticing you. Though normally his senses were razor-sharp.
"Hi?"
The grey-haired boy's tail twitched in the air, darted under his hoodie, and he turned around, glaring.
"Don't sneak up..."
"I wasn't even trying."
He clicked his tongue quietly and reached for the mug on the counter. The incubus cupped it with both hands like an old man — either warming himself, or afraid that even porcelain might betray him by falling, which with hot tea would be fatal.
He wasn't looking at you. Tomura was a quiet roommate, almost invisible, and he paid more than half the rent in exchange for being allowed to bite you once a week. Not that you'd had the time to really dig into incubus physiology, but he claimed that was enough for him to function normally. "A sip of blood and that's it, we can feed on more than just… whatever, are you in or not?" It didn't drain you, he didn't leave marks, and it saved a decent chunk of money.
"How are you feeling? Flu gone?"
"Uuuugh…"
He drawled, lifting those red eyes for a second. He still looked bad — shadows under the eyes — but at least his nose wasn't red from the cold anymore. He awkwardly ran a hand over his grey horns and set the mug down on the table with a shaky wrist, apparently deciding it was time to retreat back to his dark burrow.
You, however, weren't about to let him go.
"Hey, Tomura. Listen — if you're still feeling rough, maybe you could bite me off-schedule? No big deal, I feel fine, didn't catch it or anything."
The tiny kitchen bench squeaked under your weight as you sat down, peeling off your windbreaker — early spring still got chilly outside. The boy went still, and out of the corner of your eye you could catch movement under his hoodie: his tail was twitching. The incubus slowly turned, visibly wrestling with the urge to just walk away in silence.
"Are you… are you sure?"
Now that was unexpected. Usually he denied any kind of need with everything he had, stuck rigidly to the boundaries between you, and tried to shut down every time you attempted to get to know him better. And now he was clearly ready to take you up on it.
"Well… yeah? Why not, sit down."
You patted the bench and scooted into the corner, tugging the collar of your shirt aside. He always bit your neck — it was… intimate in a certain way, and it wasn't exactly that it bothered you. Maybe the opposite, even. Shigaraki hesitated in place, clenching his hands as if trying to suppress or hide something. But in the end he leaned forward, sitting down beside you.
"I… haven't eaten properly in a while, the sickness… Tch. Thanks. In general. Don't flinch, like usual."
He reached out, fingers touching your hair to tilt your head back a little at the nape. Against your scalp you felt… sharp tips. He was hot, like his fever hadn't quite broken, but somehow different. He pitched forward sharply, fast, the way he always did: bite — one strong pull — lick the wound closed. Somehow he did it so that it didn't hurt at all. His warm mouth touched the skin above your vein, and the demon bit in, took a swallow…
In his gaze, caught only at the edge of your peripheral vision, a flicker of panic registered. Like something was off. His long, forked tongue slid over the wound slower than usual, and something felt… strange. Like your body had gone weightless.
"What's wrong… you okay?"
Reaching up to your neck on reflex, you realized Tomura hadn't let go — the hand in your hair trembled.
"It… it didn't work. I… I need more, it's really bad. Fuck…"
In a panic he shoved his other hand into his own hair, fingers brushing the base of a horn. He looked… lost, unsteady. You'd never seen him like this — Shigaraki usually held himself together better. His tail slipped out from under the hoodie, reached toward you with its scarred tip, but its owner immediately released you, yanking the disobedient limb back.
"Is there someone you can go to for this?" — You tried not to sound like you pitied him.
Because you didn't, really. You just wanted to… help him out? And it was also a chance to get closer.
"No."
He answered, completely hollow. It was like the grey-haired boy was about to hunch in on himself until he disappeared into his own chest. His left hand was shaking; he touched his own lips, as if asking himself why the blood wasn't working.
You pressed your lips together, trying to come up with something suitably neutral. Your mind was pleasantly reckless, which is why what came out of your mouth was:
"Let's kiss. That helps incubi, right? The sensations, I heard. I don't mind."
He shuddered all over, turned his head toward you, those red eyes darted to your lips. Somewhere on the bench the tail rustled again, without permission.
"Heh. I don't need pity, I'm not some kitten. You'll regret it after."
"Oh come o-on, Shigaraki. It'll be fine, otherwise you'll be out there biting strangers on the street in this state."
That jab clearly hit below the belt. He took a deep breath, bit his lip, understanding that — much to his misfortune — you were right. You reached out gently, fingers settling on his knee through the rip in his jeans, and that was apparently the final straw. Tomura straightened up, his expression turning more serious.
"I could… not stop. I'd need to go deep."
"Okay, okay, I know how to kiss, I'm not a kid."
The incubus narrowed his eyes, a strand of dirty grey hair falling across his face.
"Not a kid, but stupid. Fine, whatever, if you want to gamble on me. I'll lead."
His hand shot to your face, locking your chin in place, and he pressed forward. Dry, hot lips covered yours, and the long, forked tongue was immediately inside, overriding, forcing your mouth open. At first a little spike of panic went through you, but he tasted sweetish, with a pleasant male musk. Shigaraki didn't close his eyes during the kiss — he watched you, holding you with clawed fingers. The tips barely pricked your skin, but he eased his grip every time. His tongue all but braided around yours, wet sounds filled the kitchen when he finally let both of you part your lips a fraction, without actually pulling away.
The world tilted. From the heat of it, from the caress that ran straight down to the pit of your stomach. The incubus groaned into the kiss, not breaking it, leaning into those emotions, into your arousal, swallowing it up with his whole body.
When he finally let go and drew back, something in it felt… unexpectedly bleak. Your heart was hammering, and sounds had gone… cotton-soft? You blinked, dazed, watching his long tongue disappear back into his mouth as it licked the last of your taste off his lips.
"Well… not bad, heh, I'd do it again…" Your own voice sounded drunk, the heat now pleasant and… pulsing a little, the way it did when hormones really hit your head. "Oh, what's this…"
"Fuck, it's… shit."
The boy steadied you by the side, and you felt his tail slide to your thigh, winding under your knee, squeezing while its owner was too distracted to notice.
"It's venom. Incubus venom. It happens when we get too hungry — so the prey… doesn't run. I didn't mean to, but… fuck, I've been starving for a long time."
Not letting go of you, he pressed forward, buried his nose against your temple, nuzzling and inhaling your scent. His usual prickliness was melting. Having gotten a taste of real emotion, he couldn't deny himself the urge to get more.
"You're not mad…?" He whispered, strained, bending to look up into your eyes. His tail wasn't just squeezing pleasantly anymore — its rough tip was stroking the skin of your ankle.
"No-o-o. I've wanted to, you know… get to know you closer for a while, you just always hole up and sulk every time I try to talk to you. But you kiss… really well."
The words came with a slight effort, but they were entirely honest — maybe too honest. You focused on him, reached up and touched his little horns. Shigaraki moaned, unable to hold it back, and immediately pressed closer into your palm. Most of the horn was bony, but the base was velvety and clearly… sensitive. He snarled at his own reaction, but didn't try to escape.
"Then… then let's go to my room. I know this is… fast, but, fuck, we've been living together for half a year, and I… I won't be an asshole, I promise, please, I need this."
Morality kicked up a fuss in your head for a second. Then your eyes dropped to his shaking hand on your knee — his thumb was stroking back and forth, but not going any further, despite the visible withdrawal — and you waved goodbye to morality yourself.
The moment you nodded, he caught you up under your thighs, lifted you vertically against himself, and nearly teleported to the door of his own room, shoving it open with his hip. Inside it was dark, only two monitors glowing at the desk in the corner. The quiet hum of working fans. It smelled like him, like his bedding, like something else — old coffee, maybe. A pair of headphones lay on the floor. That air alone was, somehow, already the kind you wanted to breathe in. He dropped you onto the bed and the springs barely creaked — narrow, a single, uncompromisingly meant for one.
That was all you managed to take in before he was on top of you, pressing his lips to yours. The second kiss was even greedier — Tomura wasn't holding back the sounds anymore, clearly drunk on the wet press of mouths, on tongue. The forked tip went deeper, its two ends looping around your tongue from both sides over and over. He practically swallowed your spit, while both his hands slid under your shirt. The tail wrapped tightly around your waist.
"I'm not… not practiced, but instinct's leading, it'll be… it'll be fine."
He whispered it unevenly into your mouth, his low voice almost vibrating, as he tugged at his own hoodie, pulling it off together with his shirt. Baring a surprisingly toned, if wiry, torso. Multiple scars cut across his skin, same as the tip of his damaged tail, but Shigaraki clearly wasn't thinking about that. Like an animal, he pulled your leg up against himself, grinding his groin against it and groaning at the sensation. Even that little thing struck your raw nerves like electricity.
Your own body was drifting further somewhere else. Sounds went muffled, and his bedding smelled… sweet-pleasant? You knew it was the musk of a living body, but right now it smelled like the finest nectar. And every touch twisted the knot low in your stomach tighter and tighter. Apparently his venom was working even harder now. But resisting was the last thing you wanted.
His dry lips pressed to your neck, the long tongue slid out, tracing over the spot where he usually left the bite, leaving a wet transparent trail of saliva that immediately began to pulse with heat. Your skin went a little numb and even more sensitive. A moan broke from your lips without any control at all.
"I couldn't… couldn't let myself snap. Especially with you in the next room. Fucking sickness, ngh, ah… ah…"
Every touch of his claws against your skin sent a shiver through both of you. He pushed your shirt up and latched onto your nipple, pulling it into his mouth almost painfully, releasing, doing it again and again. And while he sucked, his hands had already caught at your jeans, tugging them off. Elongated fangs grazed your skin now and then, but there was no pain — he barely left marks, just reddening lines. There was so much saliva that when he moved from one breast to the other, a wet trail stretched between them. And every drop made your sensations sweeter.
Your fingers found his little horns, squeezing, unable to actually control his movements. One of Shigaraki's hands had already slid under your underwear, finding the heat and, unerringly, expertly locating your clit, pinching it between two fingers for a second.
"You react like this, so much feeling… gods, my head's going to leak…"
He rasped, staring up into your drunk eyes from below, and started working you over with his fingers desperately, soaking up every emotion like a sponge. Even his black pupils seemed to have… narrowed? The predator slits looked like they didn't need extra light to catch your emotions. He clearly couldn't hold out for long — he stripped off the rest of his clothes and in the same second let you feel how hot he was. His cock pulsed with need, wet on its own.
"Hold on…"
Tomura pushed your shoulder into the bed, making you yelp, spread your legs with his other hand, and pressed in hard with a tense thrust. A moan broke out of him that was so hot, so greedy, and almost pathetic, that your head gave out too.
He couldn't hold back at that point either. Shigaraki turned out to be nowhere near some pitiful starving incubus who needed help. He was a beast that had finally gotten its hands on the warmth it had been denied for years. And his body was surprisingly heavy. So when he pinned you into the bed and set a harsh rhythm right away, thinking straight became nearly impossible.
Your own body, from his saliva, was practically starting to need those punishing slaps of his hips every time he went in to the hilt. The boy wound your hair around his hand and turned your body slightly onto its side, holding one of your legs, so he could press your face into the bed.
"For the last three days, ngh, I was jerking off, just so I wouldn't… die from the pressure and the weakness. Thinking about you, wanting you the whole time. Stopping myself because of this… fucking body." His tail slipped between your bodies, rough tip gliding through the slick, between your ass, to the base of your spine. "Can you smell it? My sweat, my cum, and musk. Sweet, right? Ah… heh, for you right now it'll be sweeter than honey…"
He definitely couldn't shut up. His other hand was driving you toward the peak with the relentlessness of an armored train. The tip of a claw kept catching, just adding to the sensations. Your body was overloaded when, through the filthy words and the thrusts, you tried to say something — but gathering your thoughts was impossible. The sensory overload was monstrous, saliva beaded at the corners of your mouth, and your hands clutched the grey-haired boy's shoulders hard enough to hurt, which drove him to ecstasy. Your orgasm, hot, making your whole body shake, clenched around him.
"Can't… ah, hold on like this…"
Shigaraki came right after, in deep thrusts, filling you so hard that it instantly ran down your thighs. For a second the thought flashed in your head: I can breathe now — but he clearly didn't share it. In the same instant, yanking you with his tail and hands, he flipped your body over onto your stomach, pressed one arm into the pillow, grabbed you under the hips with the other, and pulled you back against himself. He didn't even try to pull out, or clean either of you up. Or, for example, take a break. The incubus started driving into you again, at a deeper, almost punishing pace, making your overloaded body tremble. You couldn't even brace yourself on your knees.
"To… Tomura, fuck…"
"Ngh, no… I'm not full. Still… hungry, and you're so sweet, more."
He punctuated the last word with an especially deep thrust that cracked through the room like a slap. You grabbed the pillow in your fingers, your gaze scanning the room and suddenly catching on the pull-up bar on the wall and the dumbbells. The boy wasn't giving you a second to come back to yourself, dragging your hips closer — he didn't need you to brace your legs, it was easier to impale you on his cock this way. He wasn't talking anymore, only whining and growling, sweeping your hair off your neck and sinking his teeth in from behind. The slight pain sobered you and made the sensations sharp again.
"Don't leave… after, stay with me. I — fuck, I can't do this without you anymore, please. Ah, mmh." He didn't stop even while he was begging.
His tail dipped down to your clit again, sliding up and down in time with his thrusts. Shigaraki released your head with his other hand and moved to your breast, fondling the sensitive nipple, nose buried against your neck, looking up at you through red abysses, apparently waiting for an answer.
"Think…?" You whimpered.
"No! Decide… now. Or I won't survive the shame afterward, decide while I'm still fucking you."
Somehow you could feel the second orgasm getting close. Your mind was literally melting, but push him off? That was impossible. And he fed on it, nuzzling against your cheek while he did whatever he wanted with your hips, shifting from wide thrusts to deep grinds.
"Could have… first… asked me to be your girlfriend, ngh…"
"I don't know how. I'm not normal. Flowers, dinner, all that — it's not me, I'd just ruin it. But I can put a mark on you… I won't be able to touch anyone else, won't be able to want anyone else. That… would that work? I'm loyal, nn-ah, I'll be good."
That was obviously an overstatement. The word "good" didn't fit here anywhere. Tomura was driving you toward that second peak with absolute stubbornness, to the point of pain. Not planning to stop, churning your combined slick practically into cream.
"Aah, fine, to hell with you, yes, ah, yes!"
He made a sound like a deranged animal — half sob, half snarl. Shigaraki lunged and sank his teeth into the base of your neck. The flash was unbelievably bright, even stronger than the previous orgasm. An empathic wave arced through both your bodies. The boy bowed with you, coming again. His tail shuddered painfully as he nuzzled against you and finally collapsed onto his side, still not letting go.
"You agreed yourself… Stay the night with me. The venom isn't done, I'll lick you through the comedown, I'll bring you water. Just… be here."
You didn't have the strength, or the will, to resist. His body closed around yours like a shield. Tomura… almost purred into your hair, his long tongue sliding over the pulsing incubus mark.
