Pairing; Shigaraki x AFAB reader
Warnings; Cockwarming, degradation, dacryphilia, gamer chair sex, choking, friend with benefits, slight cnc elements if u squint, its actually pretty tame lollll
“Wow! You got me! That’ll be your last time!”
Cringe video game dialogue rang in your ear, with the bright flashing colors of the monitor making your eyes sting in the dark room. The faint smell of stale food and soiled clothes that littered the yellowed carpet drifted into your nose. It was nice, despite the nasty stench if you took in too deep of a breath. But it comforted you, since it was the room of Shigarakis, your boyfriend. At least that's how you felt towards him, he was your rock, the one who made you laugh and cry over nothing all at once. Spilling alcohol over the counter at his home bar, him grasping your waist to steady you when your drunken form almost tripped over the stool, such a small moment that felt like the world to you. You hoped he felt the same.
The two of you never dared to put a label on your relationship, but it was so much more than just a friendship; friends don’t grip the hair on your head with such a vice it brings tears to your eyes, guiding your saliva filled mouth down the length of his cock, drawing a moan out of the both of you. Friends don’t look up at the other with the biggest puppy dog eyes, filled with adoration and lust, just like how your mouth was filled with the heaviness of his pulsing head. Friends don’t try to jerk off the rest of what your mouth can’t reach, the veins and velvety skin feeling like heaven in your palms as you try to work him to his release. Friends don’t take in a sharp breath, groaning out loud and long as hot cum shoots down your throat, filling your belly with his burning seed, drawing a moan out of your throat as you work him through his release. “Fuck baby, just like that, your throat feels so good,” Friends don’t say things like that, with his head fallen back on his tense shoulders, eyes squeezed shut as he fucks your throat through his orgasm. Friends definitely don't let that be a regular occurance.
You felt Shigarakis hips buck, letting a small moan tumble from your otherwise silent form. He was leaning closer to the screen, thumbs smashing the console controller with all his focus. The slight movement gave you the relief you were silently begging for, you didn’t know how much longer you could take just sitting on his cock. “Please..” you begged, needing more than the slight movements he wasn’t paying any mind to.
He only seethed in response, telling you to “Shut the fuck up,” and you knew you shouldn’t push him any more or else you would never get what you wanted. His brows furrowed intently on his character, the soft glow of the monitor casted a beautiful hue on his pale, fragmented skin. If it wasn’t for his pulsing cockhead nestled nicely in your cunt, you would’ve swooned by how pretty he looks. Your small hands gripped the fabric of his black jeans, baggy just enough for you to get a tight hold on the denim.
Testing the waters, you slightly moved your hips, caution thrown out the window when need took over. Shigaraki didn’t notice at first, still too engrossed in the fighting combos he was mashing into the controller. You took that as a sign to keep going, circling your hips in a way that allowed his length to hit that sweet spot deep inside you, making you stutter in your ministrations. He felt your trembling body, pleasure shooting through him making his hands falter on the controller and subsequently killing his character from the lack of movement.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Shigaraki spat, making you flinch at the intensity of his voice, opening your mouth to protest, he cut you off. “I told you to stay fucking still, are you too dumb to follow simple directions? Too cock hungry? That’s it huh,” he let out a dangerous laugh, the rumbling of his chest shooting straight to your core.
“You’re too much of a mindless bitch to think of anything other than my dick,” he thrusted up, emphasizing the phallic word. You jerked forward, hands leaving his pants to grip the edge of his desk. Another moan leaving your lips as your only response. Shigaraki hissed at that, snaking his right hand up your naked body, to your throat, the pinky extended, “you like knowing I could kill you right here, with your pretty pussy clenching around my cock, right?” Your breathing constricted with his tightening grip on your throat, feeling the fuzziness in your head as he continued to thrust up. You couldn’t deny him even if you wanted to, the danger of a top villain wrapped so tightly around you, the fifth finger of the weapon mere centimeters away from your throat. The thrill only spurred your moving hips on, grinding your soaking cunt further down on his thick member. He brought you up from the desk, meeting his chest to your back.
“You’re so pitiful,” He breathed against your ear, chapped lips brushing your earlobe, the sensation causing you to moan. You were so terribly sensitive, feeling every long drag of him against your walls, the veins and ridges marking their territory. His cock felt so heavy in you, burning you up from the inside out. Despite how desperate cock-warming makes you after a while, the sensation of sitting pretty on him without being expected to fuck instantly was unlike any other, it dared to have love bloom in your heart. Getting so close to a villain that has killed so many, in such an intimate way, made you want to stay that way with him forever. Knowing that nobody will be able to achieve what you were doing.
You don’t know what made you stand out from the rest, because no matter how much Shigaraki tried to ignore it, he had a relatively large fanbase of horny and deranged girls fawning over every step he makes. The reality both made him scowl and feel a sense of pride. He still refused to pay any attention to it, though. Which only made you more confused, why you? Was it how ordinary you were, with your stable restaurant job at the time of meeting him, a quaint apartment, living a normal life. Or was it the unusual quirkless factor to you, making you stick out just enough for people to ask questions, but not enough to have any lingering thought. Maybe it was how you have a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, getting caught in the crossfire of a fight between the league and another minor group. Shigaraki himself doesn’t even know why he was drawn to you, drawn to ‘save’ you, to take you with him and cultivate you into his most prized possession.
One thing you did know for sure, was that despite how the two of you devoted yourselves to the other, Shigarakis fear of pure intimacy and love– mixed with your timid nature, not willing to make the first move– kept the two of you in a weird limbo of being ‘just friends.’ Everyone in the league called bullshit, but it wasn’t enough for you two to come forth with your feelings. So, for the time being, you just fucked like rabbits.
The other hand, not wrapped around your throat, drifted down your body to land on your dripping cunt. His nimble fingers took no time to get to work, breathing out another moan as his thumb and pointer rolled your clit between the calloused skin. Shigaraki was a fast learner, that much was evident in the way he could easily work you to an orgasm with ease. His fingers memorized each sweet spot that had you jerking forward. Rubbing tight circles on you, Shigaraki relished in how easily you melted into his touches, a different sort of pride washed over him, knowing nobody else could pleasure you like he could.
“Please, more, I’m so close,” You whined, one hand coming to catch on his wrist, not to stop his movements, but to have something other than the fabric of his gaming chair to hold onto. The other hand snaked up his neck, burying your fingers into the mess of powder blue hair.
“Please..? What more could you need?” He laughed, pinching your clit with a force that had you twitching and pulling at his hair. He groaned at the feeling, leaving his hand on your throat to grip your chin, twisting your head to look at him. Shigaraki loved the look on your face when he was balls deep in you while his fingers played with your cunt. Rosy-pink painted your cheeks perfectly, sweat beading down your forehead to mix with the tears falling from your hazy eyes.
He could only moan at the sight, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You could feel your lips bruising at the aching force he kissed you, unable to do more than kiss back, mind too clouded with pleasure to do anything else. Shigarakis teeth bit your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you pull away from him in pain. Eyes scrunched up as pleasure and pain mixed in a way your body could have never imagined. “You’re so beautiful..” It was barely a murmur, and his soft words were coupled with the feeling of his tongue licking up the spilled blood from your lip. If you were in any other state you would have been taken aback, but right now all you can think of is how his cock is kissing that spongy spot deep inside of you so perfectly.
Shigaraki’s body tensed up below you, an early sign of how close he was. Your legs shifted, his hands leaving your body to move you into a different position. Then, you were turned around and facing him, legs on either side of his lean frame, tits pressing up nicely against his pale chest. Your head fell to his shoulder, leaning against the muscle as your hips continued to grind down. His hands found themselves on your hips, all eight fingers gripping the flesh with a newfound intensity. Shigaraki made sure to move you in the way he needed, to make sure his cock slipped in and out of your tight walls deliciously. Your clit brushed against the rough patch of pubic hair and that was all you needed to give you the much needed push you to your orgasm.
Your entire body spasmed, his cock continuing to work you through your release. Shigaraki felt a sharpness, looking down to see you biting his shoulder through a loud moan of orgasmic pleasure. His grip on your hips didn’t let up, even as you pushed against him as you climbed down from your high, the feeling just too much. You were much too sensitive now. “I-I cant, please, no more,” You cried out to him, tears falling down your pretty cheeks.
“You just asked for more, and now you can’t handle it?” He grunted out, using your body as his own little fleshlight. He couldn’t lie, Shigaraki relished in your cries for him to stop. Knowing he had so much control over your little body, over your tight cunt, over you and your love, the thought was enough to bring him to his own orgasm. Hot ropes of cum spurting from his cock, painting your walls in his white fluid, making sure to stuff you with every last drop. You were shaking like a leaf, still trying to come down from the overstimulation. He felt your breath fanning across his scarred neck, only peeking his eyes open to see your head rested on his shoulder in blissful peace. He couldn’t help the small smile. His hands rubbed up and down your back, feeling the goosebumps under his palms. Cum continued to spill out of you, dripping onto the base of his cock only to get spread on your thighs.
You placed faint kisses on his neck, grinning softly against the skin. And then, you were back to square one, sitting on Shigaraki’s now flaccid dick. But the thought of leaving the comfort of his arms didn’t even cross your mind, instead choosing to relish in the warmth and touch of the villain.
