cool! i had an idea with shigaraki and a reader (m/gn) with a constant healing quirk, maybe they’re fighting against each other, shigaraki goes to kill him by touch and he just.. doesn’t die. nothing happens, reader is really confused cause shigaraki is just standing there with his hand on him. reader leaves but shigaraki NEEDS to find him, it’s the only person he can touch and it’s all he wants to do, maybe they find each other in a bar and they make a deal and shigaraki gets to kiss, hug, cuddle, touch, fuck, whatever he wants for a night but by the end of the night they’re both addicted to each other
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ -- curse you. curse you and your touchable face, and touchable body, and attractive face, and the fact that he wants more.
he wasn't supposed to ever experience touch. that was his whole schtick. Tomura was the greatest villain that wasn't touchy-feely with anyone.
but you and your stupid fuckin' quirk had to go and ruin it.
now he was hunting you down like a desperate predator, aching for more once he realized that he could touch you without dying in a rather sensual fight. the fight felt more like sex, to be honest. he hadn't done something so exhilarating in years.
and he almost expected to find you in a shitty bar somewhere away from public view, where only villains and crooks come to meet. he could spot you easily, even if you were sort of small compared to him.
he nudges you with the back of his hand, the impact making his chest warm. he could get used to it. "You," he called out, sitting next to you. he was still taller than you like this. "We need to talk."
"Here to kick my ass again?" he watched your tongue graze the rim of your glass, the salt on your tongue making him imagine things he really shouldn't. "If i was, then you'd be on the floor."
he snapped back, staring at your hands. "I need something from you." he really didn't want to seem all desperate, but he kind of was. "Back when we were fighting, I touched you-" "As fights go." "Shut up."
"Usually, that ends in someone getting disintegrated. You didn't." his breath hitches as you move closer to hear him better. "Mhmn, and where are you going with this exactly?"
your eyes locked onto his, and his mind wandered. "Fuck." he breathed out. you had slutty eye-makeup on.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ -- you had been at it for hours.
his hands have been all over your body, and now they rested on your hips as he thrusted into you, watching your ass recoil in pure delight.
the fucking freak.
he leaned down close to you, hips still moving fast, watching you clench the sheets. "I thought you could take it?" he rasped, grabbing at your love handles and groaning.
"Fuck, I've been waiting for something like this." he panted, drool dripping from his tongue onto your back. "You know how much-" he groaned as he moved faster, hitting your sweet spot.
"How much fucking porn I watched, wanting it to be me so bad? Hah?" your muffled moans made something deep inside of him want more. tears pooled in your eyes as you grabbed desperately at the sheets, trying to keep your mind from slipping completely.
this was the exact opposite of a quickie, like he wanted.
he started slow, almost afraid to touch you.
but now he was aggressive, fucking you like he could breed you. all his past aggressions and sexual frustrations being poured out into making you and himself feel good.
"Now I can do all those things I wanted to try," his hands roamed to your thighs as he pulled out, watching you tremble, hole desperately wanting to be filled again. he flipped you over, grabbing your face. he watched his quirk slowly eat at your skin, before it healed itself.
"Mmnf.. thats hot." he started to stroke himself, hands travelling all over you, watching your quirk heal you faster than he could make you decay. he found it arousing.
you weren't leaving anytime soon, he wouldn't allow it.
loser! gamer! shigaraki making you cum from his Xbox controller. striped panties on display as you spread your legs wide for him, he places the remote right on your clit as he presses a button and causes it to vibrate. and he just cums in his boxers watching your panties get damp as you cum and ruin your cute panties
This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...
You must be 18 years or older to read this...
🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞
Summary: you have a forbidden relationship with a villain, you’re both entangled and there’s no way out of it.
Your hands held your knees as the man kneeling behind you pressed his tongue into you, you hissed and ran your fingers back into his hair, “it’s good…” you moaned and tugged on his hair, before he pulled back and bit down hard on the back of your thigh.
You and Shigaraki had a very stranded relationship, you both despised each other, not only that but you were a hero, nothing top ranking just a sidekick on a good day and a community servant any other day, so some would probably wonder how a nobody in the hero world was able to become so entangled with the leader on the League of Villains, to which the answer is quite underwhelming, you both simply ran into each other, he helped you by killing a villain you were fighting and you thanked him by breaking his nose, only to have him somehow follow you home.
That had been several months ago and Shigaraki had made it a habit to visit you every two weeks to a month, you’d both meet argue and fall into having hot passionate sex, today was no different, as soon as Shigaraki walked through the door of this run down motel you jumped on him, tearing his clothes from him and shivering him up against the wall as you pressed yourself to him.
“You’re so needy… I really hate that” Shigaraki hissed and smacked your ass cheek, you moaned and tugged his hair tighter, “shut up and get licking…” you chuckled and heard Shigaraki groaned at your pulling of his hair, he grabbed the backs of your thighs and pressed his face roughly into your cunt, he rubbed his nose between your folds and switched between suckling and blowing raspberries on your clit, you whined and fell forward as your knees buckled, your legs shook and a tightness coiled in your lower stomach, “you taste so good for a dirty whore” Shigaraki moaned against your clit as his held your hips up and worked you quickly over the edge, you nodded and looked back at him as you rested your chest against the ground, “I’m so dirty for you… please” you begged as you toppled over the edge and came hard on his face, he smiled against your lower lips and licked a long trail over your cunt before tracing your tongue up your back, he roughly kissed your neck as he rubbed his tip along your folds, wetting his cock and pumping it slowly, you moaned and grabbed at the floor, begging Shigaraki to take you, “please Tomura, I need you” you sobbed as he slowly slid into you, filling you completely.
Shigaraki huffed out insults as he rolled his hips, holding you steady and giving you his full length in hard thrusts that shifted you both forward and gave you carpet burns on your knees from the friction, “this hole is the only thing you have to offer… without it your worthless” he laughed and threw his head back, shivering at the way you squeezed around him, “say it… tell me your worthless” he hummed and watched as you took a shaky breath, “I’m worthless without your cock in me” you whined and rolled back into his hard thrusts, “I’d rather die then not have you in me” your walls began clamping down on him, milking and desperately squeezing him of his cum, “a filthy cum dumpster… a loose whore” he hissed and wrapped his hand around your neck, lifting his pinky finger only slightly, he tilted your head back and forced you to arch your back, “say it… tell me just what you are” he groaned as he felt your cunt pulse around him, “I’m your cum dumpster…” you sobbed and reached a hand up to cup his rough cheek, “I’m a used up whore” your eyes watered and you shook as you fell underdone, you opened your mouth and cried out, coming around Shigaraki, the man moaned and pressed his lips to yours, sliding his tongue in your mouth as he came deep inside you, fucking his cum as far into you as it’d go.
Shigaraki pulled back and gently rested you onto the ground, he rubbed his hands over your back and kissed your sweaty skin, “you’re the only thing in this world I couldn’t destroy” he hummed and rubbed your waist gently, pulling your hips up as he pulled out almost all the way before pressing into you fully, he continued this several times before your rolled back into his, “you know…” he said and you looked back at him with a soft smile, you hummed and waited for him to continue, “I love you… a lot” he hummed and leant forward, he pressed his face into your neck and ground his hips into you, “I love you so much Tomura…” you smiled brightly and felt your face heat up, your body tremble and a warmth of pleasure never felt like that before all thanks to his words.
SYNOPSIS : Being the one and only Spidey in your universe—with your endless list of rouges—is hard enough. To be transported across universes doesn't make it any easier—your life only gets that much more complicated. You seem to have taken the place of a different you that previously existed here—this you just so happened to be the forgotten, normal child of Bruce Wayne... joy. As you manage your way through both your hectic love life, hiding your secret identity, and your growing concerns for how strangely out of character your family was beginning to act—it seems like going home, wherever that may be, now, is out of the question.
note: EXCITED YAYAYYAA A ,, love interests will be: harry osborne , johnny storm/human torch . possibly kon el . . .
༊ .⭒ THE BALLAD OF A BYGONE BLIGHT ✰ CHAPTER LIST
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 00. ꒱ ♯ THE LONELY SPIDER.
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 01. ꒱ ♯ SPARKLESS LIFE.
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 02. ꒱ ♯ A GREEN FIRE—LOVE IS WEIRD!
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 03. ꒱ ♯ EACH COIN CAN BE FLIPPED TWICE.
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 04. ꒱ ♯ FANTASTIC FOUR.
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 05. ꒱ ♯ YOUR CLOSED-OFF HEART.
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 06. ꒱ ♯ TAKE A BITE.
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 07. ꒱ ♯ FOOLS OWN PARADE.
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 08. ꒱ ♯ LOOK WHAT THE BAT DRAGGED IN!
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 09. ꒱ ♯ #CRASHED.
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ 10. ꒱ ♯ THE BABYSITTER'S CLUB.
༊ .⭒ THE BALLAD OF A BYGONE BLIGHT ✰ ASKS/Q&A !
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ where is the original reader + does the batfam feel guilt for "replacing" the dc!reader. ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ why did i genderbend black cat. ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ spidey's feelings on dc!reader living spidey's original life. ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ reader liking hobie more than the batfam. + how he'd hypothetically fit into the fic. ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ gwen stacy romantic subplot ideas. ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ would spidey move between universes + dc!reader becoming a spiderperson. ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ when(if) will genderbent!black cat appear? ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ spidey's backstory + who knows their identity in their universe. ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ what if spidey's gwen died, but she was alive in the dc!universe. ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ dc!reader in marvel universe world building + who knows why spidey's gone. ꒱
꒰ ⍣'ˎ˗ ♯ "nonchalant" johnny + who is spidey most likely to "forgive" in the fam. ꒱
Can I have word prompt 34 with shigaraki with number 10? 👀
Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader
Quote: Even if you don’t enjoy it now, you’ll learn to.
Word: Breeding
Warnings: Noncon, forced breeding, forced orgasms, bondage, overstimulation, birth control tampering, daddy kink, yandere
Note: @ichor-and-symbiosis, yes I wrote another daddy thing. Yes, I am tagging you again. Sorry not sorry 💞
Prompt Masterlist
You have no idea how long you’ve been like this, chained to a bed in the PLF headquarters, being fucked senseless by your boyfriend Tomura Shigaraki. At first, it was wonderful, not being able to do anything but feel the pleasure he was giving you. And then it was exhausting, with you pleading for him to stop only for him to laugh at you as he continued.
And now, all you could do was lay there like a limp rag while he did whatever he wanted to your pliant body. You were too exhausted, too wrung out to even lift your head, and the orgasms he had been forcing on you were borderline painful now.
“Please, don’t cum inside this time,” you beg Tomura as he continues to pound into your sore cunt. You used the same argument you had been using the whole time, hoping that he would finally see reason. “I’m on the pill, but please - “
“No, you’re not,” he throws his head back and laughs as his thrusts become more erratic. “I changed that a month ago.”
Your eyes widen in horror as you try to think back - there WAS something that looked odd about those pills, something that you waved off and ignored -
“No no no” you whisper as you furiously shake your head, “you got rid of them - why the fuck would you get rid of them -”
“Of course I did,” he scoffs at you, “how can I knock you up if you’re on the pill?”
“You - are you crazy?!” You hiss at him, “you can’t get me pregnant!l”
“Don’t you want me to be a daddy,” he mocks you as he ruthlessly pounds your aching cunt, “or would you rather I be your daddy, hmm?” Your face goes blood red at the word as you search for something, anything besides his eyes that you just know are full of dark amusement. But he instantly notices your embarrassment and forces you to look at him.
“Aww, are you a little shy?” He grunts as he hits against your g-spot again, causing your pussy to tremble around him. “Don’t be, just let daddy take care of you.” You can’t stop yourself from clenching around his cock at that, and he simply grins.
“Tell me you want to cum for daddy,” he orders as he forces your legs up onto his shoulders, pressing you down into a mating press that you couldn’t even think about getting out of unless he allowed you. “Tell me, and maybe daddy won’t cum in his little girl’s cunt.”
You know, deep down, that he’s lying. That he’s going to cum inside of you one way or the other, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. When Tomura decides something, then that’s it. But you also know that you have to try or you will regret it. “I - I want to cum for daddy,” you mumble as you glance away from him.
“Louder. I can’t hear you.” You know full well that he heard you perfectly fine. He’s just wanting to be sadistic, to make you so ashamed that you can’t bear to even look at him anymore.
“I want to cum for daddy,” you say, much louder this time. There is a tightening in your lower stomach as pleasure runs through your body, but you try to ignore it. Try to convince yourself not to orgasm again over what he’s doing to you.
He lifts your ass off the bed as he drills down into you, smacking your ass hard. “Not fucking good enough, I know you can be louder than that. I’ve heard you.”
“I want to cum for daddy!” You finally shout out the words, and he lets out a deep groan as his cock twitches inside of you.
“You’re being daddy’s little girl, you know that?” He coos in your ear as he runs his hands down your body, before settling in between your legs to grind his thumb against your swollen clit. “*I want you to cum for me, cum for me as I fill up this cunt again.”
You pulse around him, the pressure in you about to snap. And when you feel him bottoming out all the way to your cervix , spilling hot, thick ropes of cum into your unprotected cervix, you can’t stop the pleasure from overwhelming you. You cum with a squeal, clenching around him and sucking him in even deeper, as if you’re trying to stop him from pulling out.
He lets your fluttering cunt milk him dry before finally shifting you until you’re laying on your side, arms held tightly around you. His softening cock is still buried inside of you, but just when you think he’s about to finally pull out and let you rest, he begins to snap his hips into you again.
You let out a choked sob as you feel him getting hard again, and then he’s ruthlessly fucking your sore cunt again. “Please,” you whimper as tears run down your face, “I don’t want to be pregnant.”
”Shh, it’s okay,” he says in a mocking tone. “Even if you don’t enjoy the idea now, you’ll learn to.”
still on break ! but tomura is the worst ex boyfriend bc he simply does not act like one and refuses to have you treat him as such.
he still shows up uninvited at your house because he refuses to give you the key you gave him back. and he hangs around so much you can't have any other potential suitors around bc if he even hears you have company coming over he sits on his ass, snuggles right into your couch or your chair and is not movin.
he still shoves is hands in your back pockets, still hangs around in your space while making fun of you for not pushing him away knowing he'd literally die if you so much as backed away from him.
and he still has the nerve to wanna act jealous when you try to put some distance between yall, when you start seeing new people and ignoring his texts and calls and when he corners you somehow, like he'd been following you (he was.) and kisses you breathless against someone's front door outside during a houseparty, he snarls against your lips, swears you're "doing this to piss me off." while he's whinin' into your mouth and gripping any part of you he can reach like he's trying to merge with you.
you came in asking for hello kitty island adventure and now he's got you bent over a pallet in the stockroom.
you just looked so pretty... so clueless when you first walked in. now, you looked even prettier with all of your hair bunched up in his hand, crying while tomura fucked you back and forth on his cock.
he's just panting over the sounds of the plastic wrapped boxes underneath you and the cute mewls you're making.
tomura made sure to leave you with a parting gift, a hefty glob of his cum dripping out of your cunt before shrugging and saying : "we actually don't have that game in stock right now... you could come back tomorrow and see."
tomura with hero reader whose quirk he's stolen, rendering them defenseless
Shigaraki Tomura
TW: slight nsfw, implied prev noncon, captive reader, Stockholm syndrome, implied mental break, mental deterioration, disassociation, manipulation, angsty, but also weirdly fluffy? reader is super fragile
gn reader
The chub of your inner thighs is still wet with the act. You rub them together for no other reason than that it feels pleasant. You trace the awful scars on his arm, using his warm chest as a pillow—the sound beating of his heart thumping rhythmically at your ear, a soothing presence.
He balances a red book atop your crown.
He doesn’t seem very interested in reading it—only regarding it with jaded eyes, a meager scoff then and there before turning the page. But still, even though the book didn’t excite him, it bothered you that his attention was elsewhere. It sowed the seeds of doubt and gave root to way too many intrusive thoughts, sprouting out and spreading like weeds throughout your mind, making your chest curl at the possibilities.
“Do you think I'm ugly?” you have to ask. You have to know, why isn’t he looking at you.
He pans away from the page, beady garnet eyes softening from scrutiny to nonplus.
Your question stunted him—nearly made him believe he’d heard you wrong. Why someone like you would ever ask someone like him something like that seemed beyond all reason. It would be the same if a flower asked gravel.
But then again, you’d become a little ditzy as of late. Or maybe you’d been so for a little while already. It’s hard to say—you don’t talk as much as you used to. You no longer scream either, though that had ceased even longer ago.
You continue to delicately run your finger over the tear where his tough skin meets the even tougher purple tissue as though mapping the damage. There’s a frown on your face. No, not a frown—a pout.
He thought for a moment to use it against you like he’d done everything else so far. Lie and say yes, tell you you’re about as ugly as he is—gravel—make you fall even further apart than what you were already. But something compelled him to choose differently.
“I think you're the prettiest thing in the world.”
Your pout is sucked between your teeth as you pick yourself up to peer down at him—eyes round and misty and something more, something strange—dare he say joyed?
You're scaring him.
“Really?” you choke out as if you’d been holding back a lump.
He hasn’t known how to treat you lately. You’ve become too soft to handle poorly—too frail to harass and too willing for him to feel the need to. Earlier, you'd even begged him to fuck harder and deeper—even cum inside. Actually, you hadn't veered away from his touch in a while. More like you've been embracing it.
He'd brushed it off as mere compliance at first, a state of meekness, weakened by being touch-starved, something that perhaps developed into a minor case of Stockholm syndrome.
But the way you're acting now—seems more concerning.
“Yeah,” is all he warrants as an answer. Though, he was curious as to yours as he begs the same question, “What about me?”
A smile graces your face then—there’s a comfort to it, a mild and affectionate one, unexaggerated, honest, as you smoothly swing your leg over his lap.
A look like that has no place on your face, especially when regarding him, and yet he finds himself hoping for more. He lays his book aside as you lean forward and doesn't stop you when you cup his face in both your palms.
“As far as I'm concerned, you’re not just the prettiest boy in the world—you're the only boy in the world.” You say it with a kiss, lips just as soft as the words leaving them. It shocks him, though he accepts and gives it back.
You close your eyes, laying your chest against his—he keeps his open to look at you. Observing and assessing.
You’ve truly become a whole other person altogether. A far cry from the tough hero you once were—the one who’d beat him within an inch of his life and leave him to choke on the blood.
“Will you stay with me today?” you ask against his lips—playing with his hair, looping the curly tresses around your fingers.
There’s a neediness to your voice, a certain desperation, a sadness—something lonely and something that reminds him all too much of himself. He feels both a strong urge to reject and soothe it all at the same time.
“No, I gotta go,” he says despite it. He had business.
You hide your face in his neck and continue with your tracing, now on the scrapes striping his throat where he’s raked his nails time and time again. “When will you come back?” Your tone comes out even sweeter, only a murmur mushed against his skin.
It nearly makes his heart twist. “It’s better I don’t answer that.”
It’s funny. Though the thought had struck him, he didn’t gauge any ill intentions. You could be asking, acting, plotting some escape based on the hours of his absence—yet somehow, with the way you nuzzle into him like that, as though you’re pouring your all-too-candid grief into him, he can't sense any other ulterior motive.
“Last time you left at this hour, you came back all beaten and bruised,” you mutter, now with a hint of bitterness—as if you’re cursing whoever hurt him under your breath.
It’s ironic. He sneers lazily, almost fondly, at the old memory. “You’re the one who used to beat and bruise me, remember?”
He’s truly curious if you do. Or if something’s spirited your past life away and left you like this—no longer an aspiring young hero, but something whose only value is warming his bed at night.
You arise, an appalled look of affront upon your face.
“No, that can’t be right,” you very nearly cry, as if the very thought was killing you. “I would never hurt you—I love you too much.”
Apparently, you don’t remember who you were at all.
“Love me?” he all but croaks. It’s a laughable prospect, and yet he doesn’t even smile. There’s something awful in his gut that prevents him. “Don't be stupid. You can't love me.”
Your face doesn’t drop its grimace, only further tears with forlorn outrage. “Of course, I love you!" you insist. "You’re my whole reason for living...”
You look so despaired—wrecked from his dismissal. The tears well quickly then slip down your face just as fast—and yet it isn’t the same crying as you used to. This time, it’s quiet—in wait or in dread as you beg the question,
“Don't you love me?”
It’s an unexpected one, and it quickly proves to be an existential one—even more so than your unnerving confession. Despite not wanting to, it leaves him to dig through the muck in his head he’d long ignored, down in the dark where he’d tried burying the truth he'd felt oncoming. He'd wanted to deny it, reject it, amend it, simply because it confused him too much to acknowledge—complicated things—changed things he didn’t want or need changing.
He wonders if it’s somehow proof of fate—even though he despises such a concept. That, no matter how much you practice free will, no matter how many knots you make upon the red string, the world will pull and straighten it out, and you’re left to realize you’d brought it all on yourself.
First, he took your quirk, then he took your body—your mind shortly followed—and now it seems he’s managed to take your heart, too.
There’s nothing left of you that isn’t his.
There was a time he’d frolic at the thought of having reduced you to such a pathetic ghost in a shell—back then, he’d do anything to destroy you—he’d surely shatter you into a million little scattered pieces if presented with the chance, make sure you were broken for good.
But that was the old him. Or rather, that was his dream for the old you—the hero he loathed down to his rotten core.
But the pretty misty-eyed thing looking down at him now, aching for his answer, wasn’t that person anymore.
And the truth is, the person you are now scares him more than that hero ever did.
You were… well, you were the person who warms his bed at night, the person who traces his scars and plays with his hair—the person who wraps themselves around him and keeps him from falling apart when he stumbles through the door into the tiny little room he keeps you a prisoner in. You're his.
This time, his heart does twist. He’s never before spoken the words that dance on his tongue, or if he has, they’ve been long forgotten and come out as dust balls as he affirms them now,
“Yes. I love you.”
There’s a flash of hope in your eyes, though it just as quickly diminishes—as if you don’t believe him.
Your lip warbles as you confirm it, “No, you don’t.”
More tears run silently down the tracks on your cheeks, gathering at the tip of your chin before dripping upon his chest—each one like a gunshot through something hollow.
“If you did, you wouldn’t go. You wouldn’t leave me here in this room, all alone.” Your nails curl into your palms where they rest atop him. You bow your head as though you can’t bear to look at him, as if it hurts. The next words come out beneath your breath, “How am I supposed to compete with the whole world?”
You’re making him feel like dying. The continuous twists of his heart feel as if you’re about to tear it right out of his chest.
He sits up and lifts your face. It’s strange, even with his two-finger gloves on. He doesn’t think he’s ever held you like this. Though, suppose it’s been a night of many firsts already. And here comes another,
“As far as I’m concerned, you are my world.”
There you are, the one thing he doesn’t wish to destroy.
Your sore eyes become round, then swell with different tears. There’s a hitch in your breath as you sigh through a shuddering sob, throwing your arms around his neck and clinging to him tightly—your body jostling while you rub your wet face into his neck, holding him close for comfort as if you're scared to ever let go.
He returns the gesture, though somewhat hesitantly, wrapping his arms around you and laying his head to rest against your shoulder.
And then, as he holds you—for the first time ever, fear of actually losing the fight ahead strikes him.
He hadn’t much cared about the outcome before. Either he’d destroy or be destroyed.
This wasn’t as simple. As said earlier, this complicated things.
But then again, it was even more of a reason to go.
“But I still have to leave.”
You part from him—the betrayal in your tone demanding his justification, “Why?”
Suppose, in some ways, this actually made things simpler—as that was a question he had no problem answering.
“‘Cause there are monsters outside…” He rests his forehead upon yours, gazing back into those terribly glassy eyes looking back at him as he speaks to you about your dear old colleagues. “Monsters who want nothing but to take you away from me.”
If only they could see you now, they’d know… you no longer want to leave him.
“So I have to go out there and make sure they have no chance,” he explains, almost like a vow, “You’re mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who says otherwise to keep you that way.”
The way your eyes melt makes him feel all fuzzy. It’s a special type of glee, a victory before the battle even begins—to see you root for him—so deep in love with him that you’ve forgotten you’re celebrating the onset of death to all of your former friends.
They probably wouldn’t be able to take you away from him even if they somehow managed to invade this very room. You’d sooner die than betray him.
And that makes him feel all the more ready for the war ahead.
“So kiss me good luck, and I’ll come right back to you soon.”
♡ SHIGARAKI TOMURA
♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist
Synopsis: you’re Shigaraki’s girlfriend, and your neediness catches him at the worst possible time: right in the middle of an online match. Tomura doesn’t mind the interruption but there's a catch: not a single moan is allowed while you ride his cock, no matter how desperate you are, or his teammates will hear everything
Warnings: quiet sex, biting, degradation, creampie, straddling, unprotected p in v, dirty talk
Pairing: Shigaraki x fem!Reader
A/N: welcome to the second day of Villaintober! Every like & reblog is truly appreciated ♡
⇢ MY HERO ACADEMIA - 3
Never before becoming the girlfriend of one of Japan’s most dangerous villains - Shigaraki Tomura - had you ever considered yourself a cockslut. Sure, you enjoyed sex before, but there was something about him - the way those crimson eyes locked onto yours while he fucked you - that always left you trembling, weak in the knees, undone from the inside out.
And tonight was no different.
You’d been needy from the moment you woke up, skin prickling with restless heat.
But Tomura had been busy all day: first with League business, then with an online match of League of Legends alongside Spinner and a few other online fellas. By the time the sun had gone down, your patience was hanging by a thread.
Usually, a quick release was enough - your own fingers penetrating your needy cunt combined with some memories of the way your villainous boyfriend growled your name while the tip of his lengthy dick brushed against your cervix, and you could get off. But tonight? Nothing worked. You’d tried - oh God, you’d tried so hard - but even thinking about the way he had taken you last night did nothing but make the ache worse.
So, frustrated and desperate, you decided to do something else entirely.
His room was dim, lit only by the soft blue glow spilling from his monitor. The familiar click of buttons and the muffled chatter of teammates filled the air.
You pushed the door open just enough to peek inside - and there he was.
Tomura looked ethereal in that light. His white hair fell over his eyes, his lips pressed into a thin, concentrated line, and one hand dragged across his forehead as he focused on the game. His fingers - those beautiful, deadly fingers - moved deftly over the controller.
Your tongue darted out to wet your lips - they’d gone dry from how hard you were breathing. One hand slipped between your thighs almost on instinct, brushing against slick pussy lips that made you hiss softly. You were still soaked and still aching.
Smoothing your skirt down and tugging at the hem of your tank top, you gathered what little composure you had left and stepped into the room.
Tomura barely turned his head to look at you but a low hum escaped his throat in acknowledgment of your presence.
Kicking off your sneakers, you crossed the short distance between you and him.
Finally, his crimson eyes flicked toward you for half a second before returning to the screen. “Hey,” Shigaraki whispered absentmindedly, thumb tapping the joystick.
“Hey,” you breathed back.
You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath his shirt, and with one firm push, you guided him back until his spine rested fully against the couch.
His grip on the controller didn’t falter but his crimson eyes flicked toward you again, filled with pure curiosity.
You didn’t give him time to speak.
You swung a leg over his lap, straddling him, the heat between your thighs pressing right against the outline of his cock beneath his jeans. You grinded your wet pussy slowly against him, letting the damp heat between your thighs smear against the rough fabric of his pants. A soft sound escaped your throat before you could bite it back.
Tomura’s smirk spread. “Can’t wait, huh?” he murmured, voice low, the faintest hint of amusement threading through it. “Are you trying to make me lose this match, babe?”
“Maybe,” you whined against his ear, shifting again, feeling his dick harden beneath you.
The headset on his ears crackled with the familiar buzz of his friends’ voices, a chaotic storm of laughter, commands, and curses flying across the comms.
Shigaraki’s fingers twitched over the controller, hands steady despite the heat crawling under his skin. His crimson eyes were narrowed at the glowing screen in front of him, yet every ounce of his focus pulsed down to where you straddled him, soft thighs bracketing his narrow hips.
His zipper had been yanked down in one rough motion then, his cock springing free - flushed, heavy, and truly aching. Tomura didn’t waste a second: he dragged the swollen mushroom head of his cock through your slick folds once, twice, teasing the heat of your entrance before driving forward in one ruthless thrust.
His headset crackled with the distant sound of his teammates talking, but it all faded into white noise beneath your strangled gasp and his guttural groan against your skin. His fingers clamped down hard on your hips, forcing you still as he buried himself to the hilt, stretching your pussy wide until your trembling body molded perfectly around him.
The short skirt he adored clung desperately to your plush thighs, lifting higher each time you rolled your hips. The white tank top you’d chosen was already riding up, hem bunched under your ribs from the way your chest pressed against his. Every drag of your body against his made his smirk deepen, a predator enjoying his prey offering itself up willingly.
Your nails scraped across his shoulders through his shirt, enough to tell him exactly how badly you wanted him. Every slow rise and fall of your hips teased him with unbearable friction, his cock already throbbing inside your pussy, trapped between his opened jeans and the damp heat of your delicious wetness.
A quiet whimper slipped past your lips before you could bite it back, the warmth of your breath fanning against his Adam’s apple.
Tomura’s teeth found the curve of your neck instantly, biting hard, sharp enough to drag a muffled gasp from your throat but not enough to mark you. “Pathetic little slut. All you’re good for is taking cock, aren’t you?” He leant forward and bit in your shoulder, hard enough to leave his teeth mark on your soft skin.
A nod of your head confirmed his words. “Yes, I am your cockslut,” you whispered quietly.
His cock twitched in time with your hips going up, throbbing deliciously under your weight. Each tiny grind drew another desperate sound from you, and he could feel you trembling, trying to keep the sounds low, trying not to lose control.
“Shhh, Y/N,” he reminded within a growl, low enough for only you to hear, his palm covering his mic as his pinky curled outward so as not to decay it. His breath was hot against your ear as his teeth grazed your shoulder again, biting lightly this time, more of a warning than a promise. “I’m in the middle of a match. Don’t make me let them hear how needy you are for my dick. Understand?”
You nodded frantically, face hidden against his neck as you clutched his shirt like it might save you from drowning.
Shigaraki could feel your body shaking, the way you tried to keep quiet even as your hips rolled against him again, slick dragging over the lengthy contour of his dick.
“Look at you,” the white-haried man’s voice turned even darker, and his mouth pressed to the curve of your neck where he grazed his teeth against your heated skin, leaving an angry, bruised hickey, “Such a desperate little slut for me. Grinding on my dick while I’m trying to play. You’re pathetic, babe.”
His free hand slid down from your waist, gripping the back of your thigh hard enough to leave his fingerprints stamped on your skin. Without warning, he pushed your skirt up past your hips, palm dragging over the wetness covering your parted pussy lips, smearing it cruelly against your clitoris as he gently spanked the bundle of nerves. “Oh fuck, you’re soaked,” Tomura chuckled quietly, rubbing circles against your clitoris that made your breath catch. “All this slick just from me being gone a few hours? Do you even know how fucking pathetic you look right now?”
The controller hit the couch with a dull thud as he put it aside. He didn’t bother taking off the headset or muting the mic. Instead, his hands shot out, fisting the hem of your tank top and tearing it open with a rough pull, fabric splitting under his strength.
Your breasts spilled free, soft and flushed from the heat between you, and Tomura’s hands were on them instantly - gripping, kneading, claiming with shameless greed. His pinkies stayed lifted, trembling slightly in the air, the constant restraint in his deadly touch only making it more intoxicating. Then his mouth found your flesh as Shigaraki sucked one of your nipples between his teeth, tongue swirling around the peak. A shudder ran through your body as his hips bucked up, driving his cock deeper into you, and you tipped your head back, biting hard into your lower lip to stifle the sound he’d forbidden you to make.
“Keep that pretty mouth shut while I make you cum, yeah?” Shigaraki hissed, his voice low and venomous as he let your nipple slip from between his teeth with a wet pop sound. “They don’t get to hear a single sound from my girl. Not a whimper. Not a breath. Got it?”
You nodded erratically again, trembling as his hands gripped your ass, giving it a proper squeeze. Then a slap came. One, then another.
Tomura leaned back, wings of white hair falling around his face like a curtain, crimson eyes locked on yours with feral hunger. “That’s it,” he rasped. “Now, ride my dick like your life depends on it,” he ordered, voice hoarse and commanding. “Show me how bad you want to milk my cock dry, little one.”
You rocked your hips down against him, and his breath hitched despite himself, the first crack in his composure.
Tomura’s hand moved from your ass to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make you arch against him. “Just like that,” he rasped, smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “Such a good girl you are.”
Your nails sank into his shoulders, muffled sounds spilling from your lips as you fought to obey, but every sharp thrust of his cock dragged another broken moan from you.
Shigaraki didn’t slow down. He didn’t ease up. The dark sound of his chuckle filled your ear as his grip in your hair tightened.
The couch groaned beneath you as you rode him harder, hips slamming down fast and mercilessly.
“Tomura…?” A voice cracked through the headset, hesitant. “Why are you breathing like that?”
A snort from another teammate followed. “Looks like he’s about to throw another tantrum. We’re probably gonna lose this round, guys.”
The words only made him growl, the sound dark and possessive as he buried his face in your neck. “Shut the fuck up,” he replied to his teammates while his lips were grazing the sensitive column of your throat. “And focus to not fuck this round up, idiots.”
You bounced against him, slick walls gripping his cock tight, sending jolts of friction that made it throb harder. Each snap of your hips drew another low, guttural chuckle from Shigaraki, and you caught a sharp rasp in his breath that was almost a growl of approval. “Yeah, just like that… “
Spinner’s confused voice crackled through the headset, “Uh, Shiggs? What do you mean by that? You truly sound kinda weird.”
Tomura’s lips curled into a dark smirk as he spat back, voice still rough and low, pretending it was all about the game. “I said I thought that the way FrostByte picked his moves would secure the win. That’s why we should play just like that.”
Little did they know, every word he’d spat was meant for your ears alone.
Your chest pressed against his, thighs trembling around his hips, lips parting as you licked them, eyes glinting with heat. You nodded obediently, bouncing harder on his cock, letting your slick walls grip him tight as you rode him as if he was a wild stallion. Your hands slid up to your chest, cupping your breasts, kneading them hard, twisting and rolling your nipples between your fingers until they were painfully hard and sensitive.
You ground down faster, pressing your hips hard against his, letting your nails dig into your own skin, twisting your body as you tried to find every possible angle to drive him deeper into your needy cunt.
His thick, veined cock pulsed inside you, twitching with every squeeze and twist of your slick walls, and the low, guttural growls rolling from his throat drove you to bounce even harder, desperate to feel him stretching you fully before he emptied himself deep inside your cunt.
The friction, the heat - it was too overwhelming. You felt consumed by the rhythm you two had fallen into, a perfect storm of need, control, and raw desire.
“Look at you,” he whispered in a wry tone, a cruel smirk curving his lips as he snapped his hips up to meet yours, “Bouncing on my cock like a needy little toy. You can’t even think straight, can you? Just a dumb little hole for me to fuck.” His teeth grazed your earlobe before he bit down just hard enough to make you gasp.
A soft, broken whine slipped from your lips before you could stop it, and Tomura’s brow creased in irritation.
His hand came up, delivering a light slap to your cheek - not hard enough to hurt, but sharp enough to make you gasp and meet his eyes again. “What did I say?” he asked, voice low and edged with warning. “Stay quiet.”
You nodded quickly, breath trembling, eyes wide and glistening with submission.
The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched you try to compose yourself. “My perfect little whore, taking every inch of me like you were born just to please me.”
You slowed your movements, trembling as your velvety walls clenched tighter around his cock as it penetrated you, that telltale coil of heat building low in your belly. Rising slowly on shaking thighs, you ground your hips upward until only the swollen tip of his cock remained inside your pussy - throbbing, slick, and aching for release.
Your gaze found his - those crimson eyes glinting darkly beneath his fringe - and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just that look, raw and consuming.
Then you slammed back down, hard. Your mound collided with his pelvis, the sound sharp and wet, and Tomura’s breath escaped in a ragged hiss, head tipping back as a low groan tore from his throat. His hands tightened at your hips, rough enough to make you gasp. “You teasing me now?” he rasped, eyes flashing as they found yours again. “Don’t pretend you’re innocent, you little cockslut.”
Your lips parted slightly, releasing nothing more than a soft, barely-there moan.
“Such a good little thing,” he went on, voice low and sharp, every word vibrating against your skin. “So desperate to please me that you forget how to think. My pathetic slut. The only thing on your mind is getting your needy hole fucked well, huh? What, you thought I wouldn’t notice? I saw that look this morning. You were staring, devouring me with your eyes, begging silently, ‘Fuck me, daddy.’ Your little fingers didn’t do the trick, did they, hmm?” he teased.
Heat flushed your cheeks, pure shame burning through your entire being, but it was far too late to stop. Instead, you rode his dick harder, grinding down with reckless need, your hands pawing at his shirt as if it was the only anchor keeping you upright.
Every thrust of his hips sent his dick deep in your wet pussy, hips pistoning with a force that was dangerously close to feral. Tomura started panting like a rabid dog. It was a sign he was close to his orgasm. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, jaw clenching. “So tight, so wet for me. My little girl’s such a good fucktoy.”
You moaned, a sound swallowed almost instantly by the bite of his lips along your jaw.
Through the headset, muffled laughter erupted from his friends. One of them teased, “Dude, are you coming or something?”
Another chimed in, voice laced with mockery, “Wait, are you getting a blowjob right now or what? You breathe like a creep, Shigaraki.”
“Don’t stick your noses in things you don’t understand.” Tomura’s crimson eyes narrowed as he replied to his teammates that were teasing him.
A chuckle broke through from the headset. “Surely getting laid, huh? That’s gotta be it,” Spinner teased.
You couldn’t help but bite your lip, cheeks burning as you increased your bouncing, grinding down harder on his throbbing dick. Every slick, desperate motion drew a sharper, ragged growl from Shigaraki.
And then it happened - your boyfriend’s body tensed, his chest tightened, eyes darked, and within a single moment, he spilled himself deep inside your abused pussy, filling you to the brim with his thick, warm semen as your walls tightened convulsively around his dick, milking him dry of his precious seed.
A low, guttural grunt tore from Tomura’s throat as his body shuddered, hips snapping forward in a merciless last thrust.
Through the headset, laughter, whistles, and claps erupted.
“Damn, man, that must have been one hell of a fuck!” one of his teammates called, voice teasing.
Tomura’s rasp cut through, “It was fucking perfect.”
One of Shigaraki’s teammates cursed loudly through the headset, frustration dripping from every word. “Damn it, Tomura! Because of your distraction, we just lost the match!”
A soft chuckle came from Spinner. “Relax, take it easy, it’s nothing. We’ll win the next one, no big deal.”
Yet Tomura didn’t even register his online teammates’ complaints or Spinner’s chuckle. His focus was entirely on you, every ounce of his attention dedicated to making sure you reached your peak as well.
You let your hips continue to bounce a few more times, riding the aftershocks of his cum inside you, your core tightening and quivering until your own orgasm ripped through your tired body. Hot wetness flooded your pussy, leaving you gasping and shivering atop him as your mouth formed a large O. “T-Tomura, aaahhh, it feels sooooo goooood…”
Tomura’s hand brushed your cheek, and he let out a low hum of approval. “Such a good girl,” he praised, thumbs tracing your jaw briefly. Then, Shigaraki snatched the controller back into his grip.
You moaned into his ear, lips trailing the column of his neck as you pressed yourself closer to your boyfriend. “Can I stay like this?” you asked in a shaky voice. “I love having your cock inside me, especially after we cum.”
A deep, low chuckle rumbled from him, crimson eyes flickering with a hint of softness. “You really are shameless, huh,” Tomura chuckled. “Fine, you can, but don’t get in the way of my next match. I’m not losing this one.”
Warnings: Smut, corruption, mentions of religion, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Dave was a close friend and had been for years, he was great, usually, but he teased a lot. Recently, his teasing had gotten significantly worse.
It was touches and the looks he gave you, he knew you were religious and, while he didn’t shame you for it or judge your beliefs, he did use them to poke fun at you. It had just reached a new level, a level you hadn’t been expecting, nor did you know how to handle it.
If you sat next to him, he’d move closer, till your thighs were touching. If you were in the kitchen, he’d help you cook, but he’d move you to the side by holding your hips and moving you himself. If he was squeezing past you he’d be sure to brush against you. Little touches that just made you shiver.
Then came the verbal assault.
You’d catch him staring at you and question him. “It would just be so easy to reach over, y’know? I’m bigger than you, I could do whatever I wanted… with your consent, of course, sweetheart.” It was the name he gave you that made your mind spin.
One day you were at his place and watching movies, he was sitting just a little bit too close, as was the new usual. His arm was thrown over your shoulder, holding you gently. He started leaning in closer and closer, you wondered what he was planning. Dave rested his head on your shoulder, leaning on you as you normally did to him.
“No one’s ever touched you before.” He spoke suddenly, making your cheeks heat up. “I could be your first, make you feel things no one else ever has or could.” You shifted, an uncomfortable heat brewing in your gut, one you’d been noticing more lately. Especially when you were around him.
“Dave…” you trailed.
“You don’t get it, how bad I want to feel you, your body against mine.” He continued, a rasp to his voice. “How bad I want to see you under me, shivering and trembling from my touch… I want to feel you wrapped around me, every time I so much as smell you all my blood rushes down and I-I need you so bad because no matter how many times I jerk off to the thought of you it’s not you.” His hold on you grew tighter, possessive.
He didn’t stop you when you tried to get up and leave, he watched you go, but he didn’t miss the slight wobble in your step.
Later that night, it was nearing one in the morning, you were still wide awake and unable to shut your eyes, so they stayed glued to the ceiling. Something felt different, your body felt odd and you couldn’t figure out why.
You began to toss and turn, trying to get comfortable. A pillow between your legs seemed to do the trick, really good. You kept squeezing it, unsure why but you did, it felt like something.
Something came to your window, it scared you at first but it was just Dave, he snuck through your window all through high school. He climbed in, much quieter than the first time he did it. “Don’t get up.” He ordered, coming over to your bed. “I like seeing you like this.” He stood at the end of your bed, watching you shift. “Riding that pillow, wishing it was me.” Your body stilled, going rigid. “Yeah, that’s exactly what you were doing.” He began taking his clothes off, starting with his shirt and pulling it over his head, then undoing his belt and getting his pants off. Finally, his boxers came off, and he was standing naked in front of you.
Your eyes widened at the sight of him, the girth between his legs, how tall he stood, cock pressed against his abdomen. “On your back.” He ordered. “And move the pillow.” You did as he asked, hesitantly, but you did it.
He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He spread them further apart, giving himself better access. Your nighty pushed up, bunching at your hips, leaving just your panties between you and him, his hot breath fanning over you.
His fingers dipped into the thin fabric of your panties, tugging them down slowly to reveal you cunt to him. Dave licked his lips, gaze never leaving you as he peeled the piece of clothing off of you and tossed it to the side.
He blew on you gently, watching you twitch and your body react, the way you instinctively tried to pull away but couldn’t because he was holding you. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this to you.” His voice was low and gruff as he spoke. “How badly I wanted to ruin you, you innocent fucking virgin.” He didn’t miss your little twitches.
Dave stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe up your pussy, savouring the taste as it hit his tongue, groaning softly to emphasize his enjoyment. He dove in fast after that, licking and sucking and slurping like his life depended on it.
Your body convulsed, hands flying to his hand and pulling on his hair. “Ah! Oh-oh my god!” You moaned, breathing coming out ragged. You looked down at him, it was a sinful sight, his cheeks wet with your juices now.
You looked to your nightstand and grabbed your rosary, clutching it in your shaky hand. Dave chuckled against you and looked up, grinning. “What, gonna pray? Pray for the sexy man to go away?” He teased, hot breath fanning over you.
You screwed your eyes shut, as if that would make him go away. The beads pinched the flesh of your palms as you muttered prayers, begging for forgiveness.
“Aw, don’t do that.” Dave purred, smoothing his hand over your stomach and moving it up. “Don’t turn to your god now, not when you feel so good.” He pushed a finger into you, making you gasp. He started pumping his finger in and out of you, curling it and finding a spot that had you seeing stars. “Just be quiet so your parents don’t hear you.” He muttered before going back to eating you out, adding a second finger to stretch you out.
──── CW: 18+, modern au, masturbation, college age characters (ume/daki and reader are 19, gyutaro is 21), incel!gyutaro, riding (fantasy), multiple orgasms (fantasy), both reader and gyu are freaks i can't stop this from happening, kinda voyeurism reader listens behind the door, kinda exhibitionism because He Knows
──── A/N: my bad everyone the incel!gyutaro propaganda starts now and it will Not stop. also sorry Not sorry for the lateness. i'm trying man i really am
ume shabana was never one to really make friends. sure, she tried every once in a while, but she always had a tendency to push them away out of a fear that they’re getting jealous, or that they just wanted to social climb. so it was quite a surprise to most people to see how long you two had been close.
ume’s house was more often than not where the two of you would hang out, simply because most of her family was rarely home and you two could do as you pleased- playing house with your friends was a fun rarity among broke university students.
despite the frequency of your hangouts, it was always a surprise for her older brother to emerge from his room to grab a snack and retreat back there, only to be forced into some sort of small talk. exchanged hi’s, how’s it going’s, the usual conversational slop as he would inch back to a comfortable point where he could dash into his room and never be seen again.
“he’s kind of a loser,” ume spoke softly with a shrug, “but he’s a nice guy.” and you’d laugh it off with an apologetic grin.
the same story would repeat like clockwork, week by passing week. you’d notice gyutaro would make more of an effort to come out of his room at that routine hour, though. he’d let the conversations linger no matter how awkward, yellow eyes would trace down the line of your body with a fervor you couldn’t describe, he’d grab things he ‘forgot,’ things he wouldn’t usually reach for- an apple, actual homework (when you and ume both know he never does his)…and slowly but surely, the gears in both of your heads started turning.
god, did gyutaro shabana want you. bad.
and it showed sometimes, it really did. none more plainly than the night you left the room you and ume were sharing that night to grab a glass of water, a low groan escaping from underneath gyutaro’s door. you stopped right where you were- no, he couldn’t be…
“nhh, fuuck…” his tone was hushed, raspy, as you imagined exactly what could be going on just behind that thin door. your thighs pressed together as you felt that oh-so-familiar warmth begin to pool in your lower stomach. it was too warm in this hallway all of a sudden, your pajamas feeling like nuisances chafing against you despite you only wearing a lace camisole and some satin shorts. you slumped up against the wall of the room, wanting to drink up more of those sweet sounds as your own hand snaked below the waistband of your shorts like a woman possessed. you could hear the slick sounds of what you could imagine to be gyutaro’s spit or precum sliding against his length as he stroked himself, breathy groans stifling themselves out of worry that the two girls sleeping in the room next to him would be able to hear.
you’d always thought ume’s ‘loser’ older brother was kind of really hot, the way he’d lean up against the counter would have you delirious on nights you slept in your own bed, imagining yourself pressed up against the granite, riling him up with a sway of your hips against his groin. you’re pretty damn sure he’s never slept with anyone, you’re the only other woman he speaks to that isn’t his sister, so it wasn’t all that hard to imagine. god, how desperate he must be… you let your mind wander as you start teasing your slit through your soaked panties, imagining gyutaro with his dark hair tied up, face scrunched up as he worked his hand up and down his shaft with a deft precision, maybe touching himself to the thought of you? you hoped so, hoped he was holding his oversized t-shirt up with his teeth, or maybe not wearing one at all so not to dirty it with his seed once he’d spilled over his hand and onto his stomach.
your fingers picked up their pace, working you open with the slick sounds echoing in the empty hallway, paired by the soft puffs of breath leaving your nose as you’d reached up to cover your mouth some time ago, both to hide your presence and to better hear him.
on the other side of the door, gyutaro’s room was a mess, empty cup noodles and hentai manga strewn all over. the lights he had hanging were a neon green as they usually were, bathing the room in an ethereal glow. gyutaro himself was hunched over his desk, hand working expertly over his shaft as he scrolled through your instagram feed. nothing had been working to quell the aching boner he’d had since he saw you in those pajamas, and he’d decided perhaps this would be the way to go.
bingo, a photo of you on the beach, clad in a small white bikini he remembered you telling ume you’d bought just for that trip. the swimsuit left little to the imagination, hugging and supporting your bust with the bottoms tracing along the curve of your ass. oh, he wanted to be right there in that photo, drag you right off that beach and make you forget your own name, mark you with his cum both inside and out, your mouth, your tits, your pussy, your ass, everywhere he could. his appetite for you alone bordered on insatiable. his pace only grew quicker, his groans louder as he worked his aching cock to the sight, the thought of you. maybe next time it’d be your hands or your lips around him instead of his pitiful hand, the mere thought of it made his cock twitch in his hand with a need for release.
“hnn- ah,” gyutaro’s whines and moans were accompanied by a low whisper of your name, the sound sweet on his lips to your prying ears as you had worked yourself well open with your fingers.
you’d nearly choked on your own noises upon hearing it, your movements stilling if even slightly. there’s no way he was thinking of the same thing, right? slick pooled between your now-still fingers, a clear sign of your arousal as you started working yourself towards your orgasm. imagining yourself, seated in his lap on that stupid greasy gaming chair, swiveling your hips on his cock as you rode him as if it were the last thing you’d do, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of this pathetic man. you wanted to have him shooting blanks, you knew you probably could with the speed at which he’d cum just from your touch alone, and coaxing his cock back up to full mast would be the easiest thing in the world.
“mm, yesyesyes, fuck, good boy, sooo good…” you kept a punishing rhythm with your fingers as your palm rubbed up against your clit with a delicious rush that had you biting your own fingers in a futile attempt to hold back the high-pitched whines you were letting out.
from behind the door you could hear the slick sounds getting louder and more staggered, as a guttural groan ripped from gyutaro’s throat as you assumed he’d finished all over himself. just the thought alone brought you to your own orgasm, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins as you gushed all over your fingers and slumped over the wall with a broken whine of his name, legs shaking and barely being able to support your body weight.
coming down from that wave of pleasure took an ample amount of time, but eventually, you’d gotten yourself back up and staggered over to the kitchen to finally get that water you’d originally left for, the smell of sex still apparent in the air of the hallway. you don’t hear the door click open and shut as another set of footsteps make their way down the hall until a soft, raspy voice shows you’re caught in a lie.
janainaart
vaporwave
baratheonpilled
andulkaphoto
pixelskylines
areudirty
germansingergirl
