Tags: gn!reader, kinda bf hc’s?, he’s not a loser in THAT way
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Have y’all seen that fuck ass trend where people ask their bf’s like…”rules” in their relationship? And it’s like?? Genuinely concerning??? And the guys responses are like disgusting???? It’s like this:
• clothes: nothing revealing unless I’m with u 👿
• smoking: absolutely not 🤢
• vaping: not on my watch 🤓
• tattoos: only if we get matching ones 😏
• going out: only with family!! 😠
• curfew: 7 pm 😤
• bed time: 10 pm. baby needs sleepies 🥺🧸
• cursing: no!! 😣
• posting yourself: only if I approve it 😡
• piercings: no!!!! 😖
• sleepovers: only with me or family 🤬
• makeup: only if I like it 😒
….EXCUSE ME??? WHO DO U THINK U ARE. I WILL KILL U.
Anyways, to get to the point, I’m using Tomura to vent about it.
Genuinely, he would not give a fuck. About any of it. Like, specifically clothes, smoking, vaping, tattoos, cursing, piercings, makeup- Tomura would be like “Why would I care about that?” Or like “Do what you want.” Because, yeah. It’s your body. Your life. Who is he to tell you what you can and can’t wear. I mean, unless you’re trying to walk around butt ass naked in front of everyone else, but even then it’s like “…Why?” Or like “I don’t think they’d like that.”
As for going out, curfew (???), and bed time (????), Tomura would probably look at you like you’re fucking insane if you asked him that. Like…obviously you don’t need permission to go out?? He’s made that clear. As for curfew and bed time…I feel like he’d almost be offended and like wondering if he did something to make you think you need to ask him that. Like genuinely he’d be like “…Why the hell would I give you either of those?” And like “I’m not your dad or something.” And like “I hope you don’t think you can give me a bed time.”
Like literally the only thing he would care about is where you’re going and when you’re planning on being back. Like, Tomura would prefer you didn’t just disappear, but he trusts you’ll be back soon so he can ask what you were up to. And even if you don’t wanna tell him, it’s like “…Okay. Be careful.”
As for sleepovers, he’d probably be like “Why would you wanna stay with any of those freaks anyways?” referring mostly to the other guys in the League. It’s not even really in a jealous way- like, Tomura trusts you won’t cheat on him, otherwise he wouldn’t be with you. And since you’re in the League, you probably don’t really have other friends outside it. But I mean…he’d probably prefer you don’t sleep in another guys room.
Posting yourself might be the only thing he has a problem with…literally only because you’re in the League. Like, you’d be really stupid to be posting on social media as a literal national criminal. But even then, Tomura would just be like “You’re not dumb enough to do that anyways.” And even if you did take some pictures, he’d probably just tell you to send them to him for ‘reasons’.
Basically, Tomura’s not an insecure controlling weirdo who thinks he owns you. Because he values your individuality. And he actually trusts you. And likes you.
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DO NOT LET EVIL MEN DIM YOUR SPARKLE
HOWWWW do people find that attractive. Please grow a brain and make your own decisions.
I don’t know why I was chosen for this but I’m trying my damn best
Tags: f!reader, obvs reader has small tits, I don’t have small tits so this is based 100% on y’all’s suggestions, super short
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So, we all know Tomura is a tit man. Here’s the thing though…he’s a tit man NO MATTER WHAT. As in, he genuinely does not give a fuck. No preference. No opinion. He just likes tits. He likes looking at them, touching them, holding them…he just likes them. Especially when they’re on you.
But he also knows you get a bit insecure sometimes- whether it’s from past comments or social media or whatever- sometimes you just don’t feel good about it. Tomura understands being insecure, of course, even if he doesn’t fully understand your personal feelings. But he knows you feel bad about yourself or your body, particularly your chest, sometimes.
Let’s be real, he’s not the most comforting person ever- not by a long shot. So even if Tomura understands feeling insecure, if you actually come to him or talk about he’d just be like “…Why? You look fine.” Or “You think too much.” Or something that he does mean to make you feel better, but feels more dismissive than anything.
But if someone else says something…that’s different. I really doubt any of the League would say something- maybe Dabi if he’s feeling super mean- but honestly they probably wouldn’t. If it does happen, Tomura would probably react more based off your reaction. If you laugh it off, he’d let it slide. If you get mad, he’ll let you handle it yourself. If it actually makes you sad or hurt, he’d probably snap a bit and tell them off.
But Tomura himself never makes you feel bad about your chest size. Like I said, he’s a tit man through and through…so he’s all up on them. Like, yeah, he’s probably drooling all over them as he licks and sucks and thumbs at your nipples. His hands are nice and rough as he gropes and caresses your tits.
I feel like he’d really like being all up behind you, and like sliding his hands up your fronts and feeling you arch into his touch as he gets closer and closer. Andddd tbh I feel like Tomura would like how your smaller chest makes his hands look bigger.
But really, Tomura’s favorite part is how you react. You’re just so sensitive, your voice pitching higher and your body shuddering as he uses his tongue or his fingers on you. And the way you blush when he’s focusing on your tits, his gravelly voice rumbling in your ear as he gets all close like “Mm, so sensitive, aren’t you?” “That’s it, pretty girl, lemme have it…” “Listen to you…Fuckin’ adorable.” “Hah…Gorgeous, y’know that?”
romance is the LAST thing on his mind and convinces himself he dgaf abt u butttt he fails miserably cus he DOES care
VERY possessive,, he hates seeing other ppl interact w/ u even if its in a friendly way. he’ll stride on over and js take u away
his affection is rough,, not gentle or romantic— but rough. he always needs you to be by his side and needs to have tabs on u 24/7
lwk a stalker for u… he’ll spend more time around u than he’s like to admit— and most of the time u dont even know hes there. if u catch him he’ll claim ‘coincidence’
sooo bad at vulnerability. like awful lmao. being vulnerable and emotion feels like someones stabbing him
his jealous is BAD like BAD bad,, its not explosive but hes outwardly irritated and hostile.
very very protective. he’ll send someone from the league of villains (usually toga) to keep an eye on you to make sure ur safe if he cant be there
physical affection is hard because he doesnt wanna accidentally use his quirk on u. you guys came to a solution for him to either ball his fist or tuck one finger away
overall quite whipped for you after you’ve gained his trust. hes like obsessed w/ you and its kinda creepy lmao. he tries to keep you away from the LOV stuff, but they do know of you,, not your name tho— they call you ‘shigaraki’s girl’
I Only Want Sympathy In The Form Of You Crawling Into Bed With Me
Can u tell I get a lot of my ideas from songs?
Tags: fem!reader, college!au, loser shigaraki, popular-ish reader but not like stereotypical bimbo type, reader and tomura are study partners, reader gets cheated on and snaps at tomura, title highkey applies to both of them, they both want each other so bad trust me, virgin tomura, risky raw sex
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You’re being weird tonight.
Well, actually, you’re weird every night to Tomura. Always talking about your friends and activities and getting distracted, getting stumped on easy questions but helping him through harder ones.
But tonight you’re…quiet. And you keep checking your phone, typing furiously for a minute or two, then throwing it back down. And you haven’t asked for help a single time…or even really looked at him.
Now, normally, Tomura wouldn’t give a shit. It’s not like you two are actually friends or anything- just paired up for this damn project and working on homework together because you’re already there. But, y’know…it’s kinda concerning. So, against his better judgment…
“…What’s wrong with you?”
He’s surprised when you immediately turn and glare at him, snapping like he’s the source of all your problems as you clap back. “Nothing. Shut up and do your work.”
Tomura is take aback. Not hurt, of course, because he’s had much worse than that. But not from you.
Leaning back against the headboard of his bed, he eyes you flatly. You’re laying more towards the foot of the bed, homework forgotten to the side while you glare at your phone, thumbs tapping rapidly against the screen as you type up what must be multiple paragraphs to whoever’s on the receiving end of your wrath. He’s never seen that look on your face before either- twisted with anger and…hurt? Sadness, maybe? Honestly, the most annoying thing about this is that you still look fucking pretty even all worked up like this-
“What?” Your sudden snap at him makes, Tomura blink out of his light daze.
You’re glaring at him now, obviously annoyed with his silent staring. Shrugging a little, he glances to the side and grumbles lowly. “…Just wondering why you’re in such a bad mood.”
Sitting up abruptly, you huff in frustration and turn your phone off to unleash your anger on him instead. “I’m not in a bad mood.”
Annoyingly, Tomura grins a little at your insistence…and obvious lie. He looks at you again, still leisurely leaning against the headboard. “You obviously are.”
Bristling at his stupid little smirk, you grit your teeth and start getting off his bed. “I’m not. You’re just fucking annoying me, as per usual.”
This time, he rolls his eyes. You’re such a fucking brat, seriously. “I didn’t even do anything. You’ve been pissed since you got here.”
“Well maybe it’s because I have to spend hours in your dirty ass bedroom.” You shoot back, already starting to pack up your things to leave.
Frowning a little now, Tomura glances around his dorm. Wrappers, cups, laundry…you might have a point, but that can’t be the only reason. “…It’s always like this. Obviously something’s wrong besides that.”
Groaning in frustration, you snap the zipper of your backpack shut, glaring at him again. “Why do you even care? You’re always all pissy with me, why can’t I do the same?”
“I don’t care.” He grumbles back, crossing his arms and meeting your gaze flatly. “I just want to know what’s so important you can’t focus on our project.”
You frown, but it’s frustrated and…tight, somehow, like you’re holding back from saying something.
He rolls his eyes again. “What is it? Something not go your way? A party was canceled? Your boyfriend bailed on a date?”
His mocking grates on your already-frayed nerves, making your hands clench by your sides. God, if Tomura Shigaraki is good for one thing on this planet, it’s pissing you off.
So, without really meaning to, you blurt out your problem angrily. “I don’t have a boyfriend because he fucking cheated on me last night!”
At least he has the decency to blink in surprise. And he is surprised that a girl like you would get cheated on…but he’s also surprised that you genuinely trusted a meat head like your now ex-boyfriend. Tomura watches your eyes widen a little in realization at what you shouted before they lower and start watering.
Oh, god.
People crying isn’t really his forte. Especially girls- especially pretty girls- especially pretty girls who happen to be you.
After a good moment or two of silence, he speaks up again, not mocking anymore but still flat. “…That sucks.”
Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes even as you blink back tears. Shaking your head a little, you pull on your backpack and turn to leave. “…Thanks.”
It’s not like you were expecting much sympathy from him anyways…
“I could’ve told you he’d do that.”
You freeze barely two steps away from his bed. Then, slowly, you turn back around to face him.
“…Excuse me?”
Tomura blinks at you like he sees nothing wrong with what he just said. And maybe there is nothing wrong- but that’s not something you say to someone who’s obviously upset.
“The guy was an asshole. Of course he would cheat.”
You sputter a bit at his blunt statement, still jumping to your exes defense out of pure habit. “Wha- you- you don’t even know him- you never even met-.”
“I didn’t have to.” He cuts in bluntly, almost sneering a little now at the way you defend a guy who clearly hurt you. “Girls like you always go out with guys like him, then act shocked when they turn out to be pieces of shit.”
Wide eyed, you stare at him in slight shock. And, naturally, that shock turns to even more anger once his words sink in. ‘Girls like you’? What does that even mean?
“Girls like me? Guys like him?” You demand, taking a step closer and glaring daggers at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Finally, Tomura sits up a bit now, doubling down on his blunt assumptions. “It means every guy like him is an asshole, and every girl like you is too blinded by his looks to see it.”
“Really?” You shoot back, bristling with so much pent up hurt and anger that it just comes spilling out. “So, what, I should be with a guy like you instead? You want me to sit around in your disgusting room, watching you play your fucking video games all day and listening to you complain about the world?! You think I should spend my time with some- some mean, creepy, lowlife, virgin, loser?!”
There’s silence again. Heavier this time, with the weight of your argument. Tomura’s not hurt- again, he’s been called much worse. But still, he wasn’t quite expecting that from you. He stares at you, eyes flat and expression unexpressive. And somehow, it only makes you feel…bad.
“I-…” You start, looking away and lowering your voice again. “…Sorry, I…I’m just-.”
“Upset. I know.” He cuts in again, but this time you don’t get annoyed. Instead, you’re actually surprised he seems to understand you. “Yell at me if you want. Whatever makes you feel better.”
Sighing, you lift your eyes with a light glare. Since when is he so…genuine? He’s not even saying that to mock or belittle you- he’s actually just stating a fact.
“I don’t want to yell.” You tell him, your shoulders slumping a little as if you’re deflating. “I didn’t mean what I said, but-.”
“No, you definitely meant it.” He insists, grinning just slightly as he cocks his head to the side a bit. “That came out way too easily to be off the top of your head.”
You huff a little, crossing your arms now. “I did not mean it. I’m not rude like you are.”
“Then why’d you say it?”
Your jaw clenches a little as his “gotcha” moment, your eyes narrowing further. “Because I was angry, and you were being mean?”
“I was being honest.” Tomura states like it’s fact. “What, did you want me to comfort you?”
“A little sympathy would be nice.”
“You’re not giving me any.”
Now you just stare at him. Setting aside the fact he’s the one who started this argument (debatable, really), did you not just apologize to him?
“Why should I?”
“You just called me a lowlife, virgin, creep.”
“I apologized!” You’re exasperated at this point, standing by the edge of his bed even though you don’t remember getting closer. “You basically called me stupid while I’m already having a bad day!”
“I never said that.”
“You implied it!”
“…So we’re both feeling bad.” Tomura grins again. God, he’s having fun with this, isn’t he? “But we can fix it…”
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God, this is disgusting. Or…it should be.
Honestly, you did mean everything you said earlier. Maybe not the ‘lowlife’ part, but everything else? Yeah, pretty much.
He knows it.
You know it.
But Tomura also knows now that he probably was a bit out of line earlier. You’re hurting and he made it worse by trying to give unsolicited advice, he can understand that. You weren’t looking for solutions, you were just looking for someone to vent to, and he was there.
You know it.
He knows it.
But right now, none of that seems to matter, because you’re both too caught up in each other to even remember what you were arguing about.
Tomura’s got you pinned down on his bed, your ankles by his ears, his hands leaving bruises on your hips, whimpers in your ear, drool on your shoulder, and all damn near 7 inches pounding into your sopping pussy.
This should be disgusting…but it’s not.
Your moans ring out high and shaky under him, your hands clinging to his body, nails scratching red lines into his skin, thighs trembling with the force of his thrusts, on the brink of your second orgasm, and struggling to comprehend just how the hell a guy like Tomura Shigaraki is giving you the best dick of your life.
“Shit- ah!- T-Tomura-!” You squeal out, eyes clamping shut as he grinds against your clit seemingly completely on accident.
“Heh- ngh!- You l-like- like th-that?” God, he can barely speak through the way he’s whimpering and groaning through the overwhelming pleasure, and yet he’s still fucking smirking like that.
Nearly pouting, you whimper high and pull him closer, not even wanting to open your eyes to see the way you know he’s looking at you.
You were right about him being a virgin, for the record. But honestly…you would have no damn idea by now. He’s got this shit locked down, like he’s some machine you feed commands to and watch do perfectly. It’s actually stupid how good he is- astronomically better than your fuck ass ex boyfriend ever was.
“Y-yeah?- Mm!- B-better than h-him- ngh!- huh?”
Fuck, as if he needed another boost to his fucking ego.
You clap a hand over your babbling mouth, muffling your whines as your face burns with embarrassment. But there’s no use anymore- not with the way his tip rams into all those little sweet spots inside you, or the way he’s already got you all full and sticky of the cum he stuffed into you when he pushed in the first time.
A rough hand grabs your hand and pulls it off your mouth, but your eyes open in shock when he laces his fingers with yours and pins your hand to the bed. Tomura’s staring down at you, face red, lips glossy from his own drool, and yet he’s couldn’t look smugger about the fact he’s fucking you right now.
Or about the fact that you cum while making eye contact with him.
It hits you hard, making your back arch and your hand grasp at his hard enough to make him grimace a little. But damn, your face is just so pretty when you look up at him and cry and beg for more. Tomura grunts as you clamp down on him, adding to the sticky white ring already on the base of his cock from your combined releases.
“F-fuck- hah!- Gonna c-cum ‘nside a-again-.” He muses roughly, watching your eyes get all big and dewey as he fucks you right through your orgasm and into his.
“Y’want it? H-huh?” Tomura grunts, unable to stop himself from babbling now. “Didja e-ever let your- ngh!- s-stupid boyfriend- mm!- do t-that?…Ever let h-him- ah!- f-fill you u-up?”
You shake your head quickly, your free hand reaching to claw at his shoulder as he rams into you erratically. It’s true, too. Sex with your ex was so boring you never really wanted him to cum inside- also just the fact that it’s fucking stupid to let a guy do it. But with Tomura…it’s like you need it.
Damn near giggling now, Tomura leans down and sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, his hips stuttering as he plows you with jerky little thrusts. You’re driving him fucking insane, seriously. With your pretty face, and your wet little pussy, and the way your hand clings to him, and the way you’re moaning and crying out for him- his name.
God knows how fucking hard Tomura tried not to think about this before literally right now. He was in denial about liking you, and he knows it would be creepy to think about fucking you- let alone the fact you were in a relationship until today. No, he wanted to be respectful of you, even if you were on his mind 24/7 anyways. But now…now he actually has a chance, right? Not just for sex, but-
The thought makes a whimper catch in his throat, his hips stuttering one more time before he rams all the way in. A high, broken groan leaves his mouth muffled against your shoulder as he pumps a healthy load of cum deep inside you, pushing it in deeper with little grinds of his hips.
You eat it up, too. Mewling and arching, you drag him as close as possible and suck in as much as possible. Your shaky whimpers and pants echo in Tomura’s ear beside your mouth, making his brain and fuzzy with bliss and his eyes roll back.
“F-fuck…Fuck, Tomura…” You’re all breathless now, the disbelief hitting quickly as soon as he’s done cumming.
“…Hm?” He grunts out, heaving as he pulls back a little to look down at you, dazed with pleasure but focused on you. “…R-Regret it now?”
Your eyes fall shut as you pant and relax under him. He can feel the way you still flutter lightly around him, your thighs twitching a bit even as your expression softens.
Then, blessedly, you shake your head a little. “Was, like…t-too good…”
A relieved sigh leaves his lips before he can help himself, his shoulders relaxing as he holds himself off you. But of course, he’s still too damn cocky about it. “…Forgot a-about your ex?”
Face flushing a deeper shade of red, you tuck it down a bit more as if you can hide. But then your eyes open, all big with satisfaction and a touch of vulnerability, and he just about dies.
Shaking your head, you murmur softly. “No…B-but I feel better…”
It’s a damn miracle Tomura doesn’t get hard all over again just from the way you look at him. Instead he grins a little and leans in closer.
Does anyone remember a fic on here from yrs ago where Tomura finds reader in the kitchen (post PLF) and then they talk on the couch late at night and one thing leads to another and all I can recall is reader sucking him off?? pls I’m going insane this was the best one shot I ever read
Got pissed off thinking about certain make family members and needed to get this off my mindddd 😾
Tags: gn!reader, no smut, mentions of sex obvs
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So first of all…I don’t think Tomura would be super sexual in general anyways. Like, he doesn’t need much sex, doesn’t initiate very often- it’s just not on his mind very much because he didn’t grow up experiencing/expecting intimacy in any form.
Sooo once you come along, he’s mostly the same. Tbh, it would either take a really long time or a really short time for him to be ready for sex- like I genuinely feel like he would either be kinda scared or genuinely not gaf about it. Either way, Tomura’s not thinking about sex unless he’s actively having it.
So I stg I HATEEEE those hc fanfics/videos where it’s like ‘hes the type who would NOT let u bend over in peace ☺️🤭’…….THATS NOT ATTRACTIVE. And Tomura would NOT be one of those guys. Like, there is genuinely no instance where bro would slap your ass unprovoked unless he is GENUINELY in the middle of hitting it from the back. Otherwise the thought wouldn’t even cross his mind.
In fact, I’d go as far as to say that content like that/content that romanticizes or glorifies that is like…SUPER cringe to him. Like, it would piss him off if someone came up and started touching him randomly, so why would he do it to someone he respects?…i.e. YOU. Like, Tomura might take a little peek or smth, but he’s not touching or making some gross comment under any circumstance.
Speaking of comments…he doesn’t make them at all unless, again, he’s genuinely inside you. Like, I don’t think you could pay Tomura to even jokingly say some weird shit, especially out of nowhere. Not only is it just…cringe- it’s just plain disrespectful, and he wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or upset- especially in front of the others.
Speaking of the others…no, I don’t think anyone else would make weird comments or do anything weird either. Maybe a joke from Dabi when he’s feeling especially mean, maybe an unintentionally weird comment from Twice- but there’s never any weird touching. And Tomura expects/knows you can deal with that yourself.
The problem comes when it’s someone who’s not in the League. Like some sleaze from another organization, a creep looking for a job in the League, some wanna-be hanging around in some alleyway. Obviously, since you’re in the League, it’s expected that you can handle yourself. And you do. And Tomura loves it. What he doesn’t love is when that shit happens and he can just see the disgust or discomfort or anger on your face, and under most circumstances he just can’t help himself.
Like, unless the person who did it is genuinely important for some reason, they’re dust on the ground within moments. And it’s not even to impress you, or ‘stake his territory’, or really even to protect you. It’s because Tomura can’t fucking stand the disrespect- because if someone disrespects you, then it feels like they’re disrespecting him by extension. And it’s the same for anyone else in the League.
But anyways…bro just will not sexualize you. Not when you’re angry, not when you’re crying, not when you’re fighting, not when you’re lounging around, not in a ballgown and not in a potato sack. Tomura is the type of guy that you could walk around completely butt ass fucking naked in front of him and he wouldn’t do a damn thing unless you wanted it.
And Tomura knows when you want it, because he’s memorized every damn minuscule thing about you.
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STOP SEXUALIZING PEOPLE OVER EVERY LITTLE THINGNGNDFBBFN PMO 😾😾😾
I’ve always wondered if the original hideout is like an actual functioning bar 💀
Tags: fem!reader, reader is literally a random civilian, reader is kinda stupid…or just doesn’t pick up on red flags that well…and is also like kinda extroverted and flirty and stuff, LOSERRRR tomura losing his virginity, like even before he really formed the League and everything, more submissive Tomura but it’s mostly just cuz he’s so inexperienced
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“Who the fuck are you?”
You pause in the doorway of the bar, glancing around at the empty space before realizing that this guys is genuinely scowling at you like you just broke in or something. Rude…
“Um…” You start, taking a couple casual steps inside, pursing your lips a little. “Just looking for a drink. This is a bar, isn’t it?”
Shigaraki stares at you like you’re insane, but he doesn’t move from his barstool. “…It’s not open, moron.”
Blinking in surprise, you glance around again. Yeah, it’s empty. But the lights are on. And the shelves are stocked. So, you take a few more steps inside, looking at him like he’s the dumb one. “…Well the sign outside is on, genius.”
Watching narrowed eyes, Shigaraki looks you up and down. His hand twitches on the bar top, ready to strike out should you give him even the slightest inkling you’re a threat. Are you a villain that heard of the team he’s putting together? Or a hero who somehow found his hideout-?
“Weather out there is brutal, huh?” You complain casually, sliding into the seat right next to him, propping your head up on your hand. “I swear, the summers get hotter every year…”
…Or maybe you’re just a regular ass person who was stupid enough to wander in here.
He glances you up and down again, this time not assessing you as a threat, but genuinely confused. I mean, what is he even supposed to do in this situation? It’s not like he’s averse to killing random people, but, y’know…he’s not always in the mood for it. Replying with only a quiet grunt, he turns away and takes a sip of his own drink.
You glance sidelong at him, a bored little frown on your lips. After a second, you look behind the bar instead, pursing your lips impatiently. No bartender? Maybe they really are closed…But then how’d he get his own drink?
“…’S it always this slow?” You ask out of nowhere, looking up and down the bar to see if there’s a hell for service or something. “Or is the bartender on break or somethin’?”
Frowning at your persistent talking, Shigaraki rolls his eyes. But if a damn drink will get you to shut up and leave, then… “Kurogiri!”
You blink in surprise when he calls gruffly for someone, and your surprise doubles when a man seemingly made of black mist suddenly rises up from the floor. Eyes wide, you lean over the bar a little to see the portal he’s appearing from. “Woah…Cool quirk, dude…”
Kurogiri freezes for a moment, obviously surprised to see a random ass girl sitting in the bar. He glances at Shigaraki for orders, but is met with only a slightly annoyed expression. ‘Just give her a damn drink’ is what Shigaraki’s expression seems to say, and Kurogiri is obliged to obey.
“…Thank you, miss.” This ‘Kurogiri’ responds monotonously, already going through the motions of grabbing a glass for you. “What can I get you?”
You order a drink and he makes it quickly enough, sliding it across the bar to you. Tugging your purse into your lap, you start pulling out your wallet to pay.
“No need.” Kurogiri quickly speaks up, looking down at you now. You pause for a second, surprised yet again…but you won’t say no to a free drink.
“Well thanks!” You cheer, putting your wallet right away without even trying to insist on paying like a polite person normally would. “Keep being that nice and y’all won’t be open much longer, though.”
Shigaraki rolls his eyes heavily, taking another sip of his drink just to cope with your presence. Kurogiri stands there for another second before he’s subtly waved off. Nodding once, he leaves the same way he came in, leaving you and Shigaraki alone again.
You take a small sip of your drink, glancing around the bar. “…It’s cozy in here. You come here often?”
A grunt is all you get in response yet again.
Frowning slightly at the lack of conversation, you look back over your shoulder at the room proper. A couple tables, couple booths…Oh, a jukebox!
“Ooo!” You slide off your seat, drink in hand as you pad on over to the machine, not seeing the way he tenses slightly at your sudden move. “You mind if I put on some music?”
This time, all you get is silence. You glance back at him, only seeing his shoulders slumping even more. Shrugging it off, you fish through your pockets for a few coins and push them through the slot, considering your options carefully.
A minute later, some easy music starts flowing through the room. You smile and trail back over to your seat, your arm accidentally brushing against him as you sit again. His hand twitches at the touch and his eyes shoot over, but he pauses when he sees you. Shit.
Music playing, low lighting, and that damn smile on your face…He must be going insane. It’s like he only just now realized you’re a girl- a pretty one- and you’re just sitting there, completely oblivious, entirely alone with him. This is like- this could be- a…chance…right?
A chance for what?
Eyes darting away to the TV set up on the other side of the bar, Shigaraki’s cheeks tinge pink. Of course, he didn’t actually speak…but his voice and judgment is constant in Shigaraki’s mind. Scowling lightly at himself, he turns his eyes back downwards into his cup, watching the ice cubes float around in the alcohol leisurely.
Meanwhile, you don’t notice any of what just happened in his mind. Instead, you’re sipping on your drink, nodding your head gently to the beat of the song, and glancing around the walls of the place. Mostly bare except for a poster on the far wall of…well, it’s kinda hard to see since it’s ripped up…wait…
“…Not a fan of All Might or something?” You speak up suddenly, meeting his gaze as Shigaraki’s head snaps up like you pulled him out of some thoughts.
He looks at you like you’re insane before he follows your little nod towards the poster. A little scowl forms on his face again as he sees the ripped up piece of paper on the wall, and yet for once it doesn’t quite spark that deep rage it usually does. He’s too distracted by the fuzzy feeling creeping up his chest as you keep sitting beside him.
“…No.” He answers with a real response this time, even if it’s brief and gruff.
You nod a little, admittedly finding that a little strange considering how loved the hero is…but then again, there’s always gonna be people with different opinions. “Interesting…I don’t really care either way about the guy. Seems nice enough, but how much do you really know famous people, y’know?”
Shigaraki blinks at your words, glancing back over to meet your gaze, but he looks down quickly once the fuzzy feeling intensifies. Shrugging lazily, he grumbles out another brief response. “…Sure.”
You eyes him now, curious about the only other person in the bar. He’s definitely…interesting. Quiet, looks pretty tired, kinda lanky, dusty blue hair slightly damp as if he got out of the shower a bit ago…and came straight to a bar?
“Not much of a talker, huh?” You question lightly, now wanting to figure out more about him. When he doesn’t respond, you take another sip of your drink and continue on casually. “…No problem. Kinda prefer when men don’t talk anyways.”
Shigaraki freezes. Like, actually, you can see the way his body goes rigid. Then, slowly, he looks at you with the harshest glare he can muster…which, right now, is maybe 5% less harsh than usual.
But you don’t know that.
You don’t know anything.
So you laugh and take another sip of your drink, smiling at him easily and speaking loosely. “Joking…kind of. Say, what’s your name anyways?”
His fingers twitch again. But this time, it’s not with the urge to kill you. It’s from him holding back on clawing at his neck.
Because you’re pretty- and you’re smiling at him- and you’re talking to him- and when’s the last time someone besides Kurogiri or Master talked to him anyways?
Balling up his fist, Shigaraki continues glaring at you. Then, almost reluctantly, he grits out an answer. “…Tomura.”
You nod a little, glancing him up and down. “Tomura…”
The fuzzy feeling gets ten times worse. Fuck, you say his name like it’s something good. No fear, or gross pride, or condescension. You say it like it’s…normal.
“So…do you come here often?” You lean in just a little closer as you press for more answers, obviously very intent on getting him to talk.
Fuck, if you turn out to be a hero or something…
“…I live here.” He grumbles, not even sure why he’s telling you that. You must have some, like…truth-telling quirk or something- something that makes people lose control around you.
Widening your eyes in surprise, you glance around the place with a new perspective. Then, you start laughing again. “…Shit, really? This is your bar? So you weren’t kidding when you said you’re closed?” You giggle and shake your head a little, already beginning to slide off the barstool. “I’m sorry- You should’ve just kicked my ass out-.”
“Stay.” It’s surprises even Shigaraki the way it comes out so quickly, not as an offer, as a command. Stay here.
The silence stretches as the music ends at just the right (or wrong) time. You look at him with wide eyes, your smile faltering a little. For a second, he thinks you might’ve finally figured out that you shouldn’t be here- that he’s not good- that he’s dangerous. He thinks you’re going to leave.
Instead, you grin, sliding back onto the seat and looking him right in the eyes as you lower your voice just a little and nearly purr, “…Like me that much already?”
—
“Mm- C-Calm down- mmph!”
You giggle against Shigaraki’s lips as he pushes you back against his bedroom door, his kisses so messy and so inexperienced…but he’s just so cute.
He’d flushed like he’d never been flirted with before when you said that to him downstairs, and you quickly took your chance.
He’s cute enough…and you weren’t lying about being into quieter guys. So, with every ounce of your ‘charm’, you got him to bring you up to his own bedroom above the bar.
Now, Shigaraki’s hands tremble where they claw at the door on either side of you, not touching you for some reason. Your own hands run through his hair before sliding down to his shoulders, then all the way down his arms to grab his wrists. When you try to coax his hands closer he pulls away abruptly, all flushed and panting as he stares at you.
“I can’t- can’t t-touch you-.” He rasps, looking more annoyed than apologetic as he tugs his wrists from your grip. “N-not directly, anyways.”
You cock your head a little in confusion, but shrug it off. Lots of people have quirks that stop them from doing things, right? So instead of asking literally any question you probably should ask, you grab his face and pull him back into the kiss.
Shigaraki grunts in surprise as you yank him back in…but he’s not complaining. Instead, he’s kissing you back with an even messier desperation this time, whining softly against your lips as he presses in closer and feels your body yield under his. His hips jerk forward as you run a hand through his hair, a little whimper spilling from his lips. On either side of you, again, his hands shake and cling to his door, scratching faint lines into the wood as he holds himself back from touching you- not even wanting to chance accidentally killing you before he gets his dick in you.
You, on the other hand, are thoroughly enjoying this. He’s just so clumsy- you can already imagine the way he’ll be whining and shaking as you ride him stupid. And from what you can already feel throbbing pitifully against your hip, he’s not a bad size either.
So, pulling away and smiling at the way he chases for a second, you reach down and grab his belt buckle to keep him in place. “…Have you done this before?”
It’s a fucking miracle Shigaraki didn’t cum as soon as you tugged at his belt- because you’re looking at him like he’s something desirable- and you’re murmuring so sweetly- and the fact that he’s even got you in his room at all- “F-fuck- No-.”
You nod a little at his admission, obviously not having a problem with it. In fact, you keep a hold on his belt as you slip out from between him and the door, tugging him along behind you as you step over laundry and empty wrappers or food containers, right over to his bed.
Again. A miracle. Shigaraki’s fucking leaking through his jeans now, his eyes glued to your hand so casually tugging him through his own room by the belt. And he follows so obediently, something he wouldn’t have expected of himself, not resisting in the slightest as you practically lead him on a leash.
When you get to the bed you let go, turning around to face him with a bit of a more serious look. “And you’re sure you wanna do this? With me?”
Shigaraki nods a little, almost a bit dazed, but he’s completely serious. Things that other people seem to think are special don’t mean much to him- holidays, birthdays, and in this case…losing his virginity. With you or with someone else…it doesn’t really matter to him.
You scrutinize him for just a second, making sure he’s 100% okay, before shrugging a little. “…Alright. Lay down.”
—
Oh, you were so right about how he’d react.
Half-gloved hands- which had become so barely a second after you started grinding on him earlier- grip harshly at your hips as you bounce up and down on his cock.
He’d tried to keep his cool at first- grumbling and commanding and even trying to start out on top. You let him have his fun at first…until you got impatient. Now Shigaraki’s under you, moaning and whimpering, shaking, eyes screwed shut, and his cock rubbed raw from how roughly you’re riding him.
“Mm!- Is that g-good?” You purr, gazing down at him with a fond sort of desire, hands sliding up his wiry sternum for balance as you grind your hips in a slow circle. “Hm, Tomura?”
He nods immediately, broken whines spilling from his open mouth as you drag his tip over your cervix. Pitifully, his hips buck up into you, begging for more friction, more bouncing, just more of you.
Cute…
You smile a little, sitting upright as you begin bouncing faster and harder again, plunging him in and out and in and out in such quick succession it makes Shigaraki dizzy. You grab his wrists again, dragging his hands up from your hips to your tits, letting him grope and squeeze.
“O-open your eyes- ngh-.” You murmur, looking down at him and waiting.
Slowly, he cracks his eyes open, half-lidded and so dilated the red of his irises are almost covered with black. He stares up at you in something close to awe, chapped lips wet with drool and parted on shaky moans.
You stare back down at him, taking in every inch of the pretty picture he makes. Reaching up, you brush a little piece of hair off his face at the same moment you plop your hips down. Shigaraki whines shakily, his face turning a deeper shade of pink as his back arches a little.
“Sh-shit- ah-!” His voice cracks as he cries out, hands clamping down on your waist as he tries to hold you still. “Gonna- ngh!- O-oh, fuck!”
Feeling him start pulsing inside you more than before, you quickly grab one of his hands and push it down between your thighs. He looks up at you with a blissed-out confusion, so focused on holding back his orgasm he doesn’t even notice the way you guide his thumb to your clit.
“Rub.” You command breathlessly, whimpering as you press his thumb harder. “There- ngh!- N-now, Tomura.”
As if programmed to follow your orders, he starts immediately rubbing his thumb over your clit vigorously, making you whine and lurch forward in surprise. But it’s fucking good.
Resuming your pace, you bounce on him with renewed desperation, aiming to get you both off at the same time. This time, you’re both whining and whimpering and shaking- clinging to each other- moving with jerky and desperate bursts as you get closer and closer.
Your eyes flutter shut as you reach your peak, clamping down on him hard. With a shaky whine, you grind on him desperately, working yourself through your orgasm. It’s not the best one of your life or anything, but it’s definitely satisfying.
More impressively, Shigaraki holds back his own orgasm just because he wants to watch yours. His head spins as he watches a white ring of cream form around the base of his cock, and he can see himself throbbing inside you. Dragging his eyes up, he watches your chest heave and your face contort with bliss, his eyes practically shining as he watches you feel good because of something he did.
When your eyes open, heavy and hazy with pleasure and satisfaction, you seem a bit surprised to find him still holding on. Then, with a little smile, you lean down and roll your hips, whispering in his ear.
“…C-cum inside, Tomura…”
Oh, Jesus.
If pretty girls could make someone believe in god, Shigaraki would be a preacher. If pussy could grant holy forgiveness, Shigaraki would be the purest person on the planet.
He cums hard. Jet after jet of warm, thick cum spills into you, making him tremble and shudder and nearly convulse under you. The noise that leaves his mouth is broken, and it’s drowned out by the way his ears ring. His eyes roll back so far he sees white, but he’s convinced he gets the only glimpse of the gates of heaven he’ll ever get to see.
You watch the whole thing, moaning softly as he jerks his hips and fills you up. But most of your attention is taken up by the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. It’s like he’s never felt good before, like his body and mind can’t even comprehend the feeling of something besides ‘bad’.
And that thought is only exemplified by the way he mutters weakly as he starts coming down, panting hard and nearly tearing up as he utters, “…A-an angel…I-I s-swear…”
…And then he’s out cold.
You blink a few times, staring down at the way he’s gone limp under you. His words ring in your head, bringing an amused snort to your lips even as a fondness brightens your eyes.
Too damn cute…
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A few months later you’re hanging out at a friends apartment.
You’d tried to go back to the bar a few times, but it seems it really was closed now. The sign was never on, the door always locked (although you swear you saw some shady-looking guys going in one time). It sucks, but that’s the way it goes, you suppose. So you said goodbye to the bar, and to Tomura.
Suddenly, your friend’s TV switches by itself to some breaking news, the two of you pausing your conversation to watch the screen.
“Ugh, I’m tired of these ‘League of Villains’ losers…” Your friend grumbles, reaching for the remote to try and change the channel.
“Who?” You question cluelessly, looking at the screen as they show some blown-up building and a few heroes fighting villains.
Your friend looks at you like you’re the dumbest person on the planet…and maybe it’s true, because you genuinely don’t know who that is. Before she can respond, though, the screen flashes with blurry images of this supposed ‘League of Villains’.
And there, front and center, is Tomura.
“Wha-.” You exclaim in shock, shooting up from your seat and pointing at the screen. “I fucked that guy!”
Your friend gapes at you for a second before yelling back, “No you fucking didn’t!”
“I did!” You swear, starting to smile as you look between her and the screen. “Swear to god!”
“Do you know who that is?” Your friend shouts, starting to laugh with you now. “Tomura Shigaraki? The ‘Symbol of Fear’, or something? He’s, like, one of the most wanted people in the country!”
“Well he wasn’t when I fucked him!”
There’s silence for a moment or two as you both comprehend what the other is saying.
Then, breaking the silence, you sit back down and giggle a little, reminiscing on what you’ll definitely never get again. “Damn…He had a nice dick, too…”
Laughter spills from the apartment, a complete contrast to the blood spilling miles away because of Shigaraki. But, well…sleeping with him isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever done.
So, unfortunately, college is on the brain. A lotttt of my stuff will probably be college au’s cuz I lowkey use it to cope with the stress 😼
Tags: fem!reader, emphasis on like loser shiggy, literally just smut
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“W-why’s it so big?”
The way you gasp it out, all flustered and surprised, does wonders to Tomura’s ego…although he can’t tell if it’s in a good way or a bad way. Like…why’re you this surprised he has a big dick? Is it that unbelievable? But then on the other hand…it’s so big you’re all flushed and nervous, and your eyes are all big as you stare at it.
Either way, Tomura is grinning and pulling you closer, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you on his lap. He’s gotten this far, and he’s not backing out now. “Heh…S-Scared?”
As you shake your head and press on, Tomura nearly loses his mind. He never thought he’d be here- pretty girl on his lap, glossy lips on his neck, his dick just inches from sliding inside a pussy for the first time. He shudders as you press your tits against his chest, and he tightens his hold on your hips as you adjust yourself over him.
Once you slide just his tip inside, you both have to pause. Tomura groans and fully hugs around your waist, his fingertips leaving bruises in your skin as he tries so fucking hard not to cum. You have to stop because he’s fucking big- like, even just his tip is stretching you out like crazy.
Getting down the rest of the way is even harder…literally. Tomura is pulsing and throbbing and twitching so much he just bumps inside with little jerks. His arms hold you in place, and you just whimper and whine and cling to him as he tugs you down every thick inch. Once you’re fully seated, you both pause again to cope with him being inside you.
His tip is soooo fucking red inside you, leaking relentlessly and throbbing pitifully as he tries not to cum. And yet, he’s hitting your cervix, making it all sticky with his thick precum. The feeling has you going insane, your head spinning as you drop it to his shoulder, your hands grasping tightly at his sleeves as you whimper his name. Tomura can’t shut the fuck up now- not with your pussy squeezing him and your sweet voice in his ear. He’s all “Oh, f-fuck- ‘M a-all the way-.” “Shit- ‘s this w-what it feels l-like?” “O-oh my god- w-wait- not yet-.” “Ohhh, fuck-!”
And yeah…he totally cums early. Super early. Deep inside you. Without even getting to move. Tomura whimpers brokenly as it happens, his arms crushing you to his chest as he unconsciously bites at your shoulder. You shudder at the feeling, almost regretting letting him hit raw…but damn it feels good. His cum is so heavy and warm as it spurts inside you, although most of it trickles down and out around him.
Tomura, the poor guy, is mortified once he comes down. Not in the flustered, stuttering way. He’s annoyed- with you, with himself, with the situation in general. He’s all cursing and grumbling, his face all red and scowling, his eyes avoiding contact with yours, his hands groping roughly at your hips like stress balls, and he’s still just so fucking hard inside you. All like “Ah, sh-shit-.” “F-fuck- fuck you-.” “Your fault- god dammit-.” “Shut up- shut the fuck up-!”
You giggle because, really, it’s kinda…endearing. And you don’t pull away or get turned off, like he expected. Instead, you lean in close and coo in his ear, your hips rolling down and making his over-sensitive cock jump inside you. Tomura gasps and whines, digging his fingers into your waist as he tries to hold you still, eyes narrowed in what would be a glare if he wasn’t so desperate.
In the end, Tomura is fucking dying under you. Poor guy just can’t stop cumming, and his dick is raw by the time you’re done bouncing on it. Just up and down, up and down, up and down, driving him crazy and making his damn head spin. He’s passed out before you can even clean yourself up…not that he’s complaining at all, of course. You just took him to heaven and back, and now he’s getting the best sleep of his life. This doesn’t mean he won’t have plans for you soon, though…
Okay yk that one official art where it’s like him and dabi and toga and they’re all wearing black and he’s like not facing the camera and he has like the long hair?? Yeah.
Tags: fem!reader, college au, tomura is like…not so much a LOSER but is just like really quiet and in a shitty mood all the time, reader is an ambiguous archetype/stereotype but is probably not very like stereotypical ‘popular girl’, unspoken mutual feelings, smut at the end, random hookup, risky raw sex, pretty short- not a whole lot of plot, got lazy at the end
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“What the hell?”
Oh, you know that voice…which is surprising since he never talks in class.
But somehow, after accidentally stumbling into his lap at this stupid party, you know without a doubt that you’ve just accidentally landed on Tomura Shigaraki- your #1 classroom crush.
The way you fell is like the start to some shitty fanfiction or porno- just barely realistically and unintentionally suggestive. You lift your head hesitantly, hands heavy on his shoulders, eyes wide with embarrassment, and your thighs straddling one of his.
Tomura glares up at you- openly scowling, actually- his hands hovering around your waist…but he’s actually stopping himself from shoving you off. Most other guys would immediately take advantage of this, cop a feel or fully trap you on his lap. But no. Tomura looks downright disgusted.
“Hello? Get the fuck off me.” He growls meanly, sending shivers down your spine.
Finally snapping back to reality, you stop staring at him like an idiot and reel back- although now you’re more sitting on his knee than actually getting off of him. Hands still unconsciously gripping at his shoulders, you try your very best to reach one leg down and slide back without completely dragging your pussy across him. It’s kinda hard to stay coordinated while tipsy, though. His eye twitches when you slide back, practically feeling the way you unintentionally grind on his knee before standing unsteadily.
Tomura knows you. Somehow throughout all three years he’s been at this college, you two have had very similar schedules. He analyzes everyone in his classes, and he’s always annoyed when he sees your stupidly pretty face in the crowd. That doesn’t mean he’s actually talked to you before, though. No, he’s one of those people that comes in, sits silently in the back, then leaves immediately when class is over. No talking, no participation unless it’s forced, and certainly no…fraternizing.
He watches you wobble on your heels, your hands tugging your little skirt back down into place. Rolling his eyes, Tomura sighs and lounges back against the couch like nothing happened, looking away and instead keeping his gaze on the crowd again. Shuichi should be back with those drinks any second now…
…Why the hell are you still standing there?
Dragging his eyes back up to where you’re standing, he levels you with a flat glare. Your eyes dart up from where they’d been focused suspiciously low, your lips parting a few seconds before you actually start speaking.
“…I’m…” You start, seemingly having trouble finding the words before you continue. “…Sorry ‘bout that, um…Shigaraki…”
That actually surprises him. You know him too? Interesting…
“…You know my name?” He asks lowly, uninterested in raising his voice over the loud music.
You nod anyways. God, do you know Tomura Shigaraki. Not in a creepy way, of course…at least, you hope not. You didn’t notice him much at first, but going into your second semester of freshman year, you recognized him from the past semester. He’d been scrawny back then- faded blue hair and a habit of mumbling to himself, kinda twitchy, and all around just kinda…’weird’. Your sophomore year, there was a significant difference. White hair that reached his shoulders- and even long by the time the year ended- and he’d obviously started working out even if he still wore baggy clothes most of the time. But it’s not like it’s unusual for college kids to change their appearance once they get out of the house.
Now, in y’all’s junior year of college, he’s grown into a real looker. White hair down his back, still mostly black clothing but he could be found in slightly-tighter styles now, minimal bracelets or rings or necklaces (which only really started after he started hanging out with that guy Touya or something), and just generally more confidence. You always see him driving to and from class, his roommate (Shuichi, you think?) in the passenger seat, windows rolled down as he plays whatever rock or heavy metal he listens to.
In short, he’s only grown fucking hotter each year. And each year, you suffer more just knowing he’s in the back of the room, sitting there all pretty and quiet and pissed off…
Anyways, you should probably actually answer his question now.
“Uh…” You stammer, only growing hotter under his piercing gaze. “Yeah- I mean, we’ve actually had classes together forever- I dunno if you ever noticed, but—.”
“I noticed.” Tomura cuts in far too casually, a subtle little grin tugging at the corner of his lips as you gape at him. “Hard not to remember the same girl that’s in all my damn classes. Makes me wonder if you do it on purpose.”
Setting aside the fact it should be impossible to purposely get a similar schedule without sitting down together and doing it on purpose, the fact he’s even joking with you at all is throwing you for a loop. This is the first conversation you’ve ever had with him, let alone the most you’ve ever heard him talk period, and you’re already imagining a house and kids. Or maybe that’s just the drinks talking. Who knows?
Before you can respond, though, you’re sent stumbling forward again by some drunk frat guys stupid body ramming into your back. You yelp on the way down, landing heavily on Tomura’s lap yet again…except it’s exponentially worse this time. He grunts, instinctively grabbing your waist this time as you actually accidentally press against him this time…like, fully press into him.
Knee on his dick, tits in his face, pussy on his thigh, your little squeal in his ears, and for just a second or two…Tomura is in heaven.
Fuck…
Mortified, you struggle even more this time to pull back, completely red and flustered as you feel his breath on your cleavage and his hands gripping your waist.
“I’m so sorry-!” You quickly stumble out, pulling back and peering down at him with eyes the size of saucers. “Oh my gosh- are you okay?!”
Tomura just grunts, avoiding your eyes now as he glances down at his lap. He’s not hurt. The opposite, actually. He’s fucking hard. “…You’re real fuckin’ clumsy, aren’t you?”
Not noticing his problem yet, you swallow heavily and start squirming, trying to get off his lap yet again. “I- Someone pushed me- I promise!”
Instead of commanding you to get off quicker this time, Tomura tightens his hold and pulls you closer. “Yeah, I know…” He grumbles lowly, squeezing your waist and feeling his breath catch as your knee presses further against his cock. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you planned that too…”
Staring down at him in bewilderment, you tighten your hold on his shoulders as you try to pull back. You’re still worried you might’ve hurt him or pissed him off, and you have no idea why he’s still holding your waist. That is, until you follow his gaze. Oh…fuck.
—
Apparently in addition to being ridiculously hot, Tomura Shigaraki also has a big fucking dick.
You could’ve told him that just by seeing the print earlier, but you can really feel it as he rams into you now.
“H-hah…Damn-.” He chuckles from behind you, voice rough with pleasure as he pistons into you. “You love this, d-don’t you?- ngh-.”
Well, duh. You’re fucking clinging to the headboard, drooling, shaking, and moaning loud enough for the party downstairs to hear.
It happened so fast. He’d noticed you looking, you noticed him pulling you closer. He squeezed your waist again, a question in his eyes as he inched his hands down a bit lower to grab your hips. You shivered, caught between disbelief and a sort of elation at your crush looking at you like that. There were hardly any words, just a silent agreement and a hasty retreat upstairs.
And now, Tomura Shigaraki’s railing you in some dirty frat bedroom.
“Ah!- T-T-Tomura-!” You squeal out, whimpering loudly as he rams in, his tip smacking into your cervix.
For a guy you’re 70% sure is a virgin, he’s fucking you right. Tomura’s got a rhythm locked down, one hand groping your tit through your shirt while the other rubs perfectly at your clit under your skirt, his hips not giving you a second of reprieve, and his voice in your ear. He’s disgustingly good, and it’s only fueling the feelings you have for him.
“Yeah, talk t-t’me-.” He grits, and you can just hear the grin in his voice. “Tell me aaaall about it, p-pretty girl-.”
You absolutely gush around him, squeezing and clenching your wet walls around his raw cock hard enough to make him groan. God, it should be illegal to fuck this good. You’re babbling so loud for him, telling him all about how ‘g-good he is’ and how ‘big he is’- how he’s ‘so f-fucking hot’- how you’ve ‘always liked him’- how you’re just ‘s-so fucking c-close’.
Tomura smirks with a little growl, pinching at your clit just to make you scream. “How s-sweet- hah-.”
Your eyes roll back and your head lolls forward, your drooling mouth opening mindlessly to damn near gnaw at the headboard. The coil inside you is twisting tighter and tighter, your body shuddering and arching as you draw closer and closer to the best orgasm of your fucking life.
He can tell, of course. Precum spills from his tip, making your little pussy all sticky and wet, lubing the way even more for him to destroy you as hard as he wants. And you eat it up, combined juices dripping down your thighs, your blissed-out moans muffled against the headboard as you bite hard enough to leave little dents in the wood.
Rubbing roughly at your clit now, Tomura presses right up behind you, his hips never stopping as he grunts in your ear. “Gonna c-cum, huh?- mm!- Y’feel good?”
You nod desperately, voice pitching higher as you get closer and closer.
“Yeah? Gonna let m-me cum inside, baby?- ngh-!” What a stupid fucking idea…and yet you both pulse at the thought of his cum plugging you up.
Finally reaching your peak, your hips press back abruptly and your hand shoots back with it, grabbing blindly at his jeans riding low on his hips, holding on for dear life as you cream hard as fuck around him. It leaves you shaking and nearly screaming, your eyes rolling back far enough to see white and your ears ringing.
Tomura grunts harshly, his eyes darting down to watch his dick pump in and out of your sopping pussy, a white ring forming around his base as you cum on him. He throbs at the sight, swabbing a new batch of precum along your cervix as you grab onto him. “Good fucking girl…”
He barely realizes he said that out loud before he’s sinking his sharp teeth into the side of your neck, biting hard as he jams himself in as far as possible and finds his own release. Your walls clamp down, massaging and sucking the cum out of him as he shoots buckets of those warm, thick ropes into you. Groaning against your skin, his hands sink into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, crushing you back against his chest.
The feeling is fucking euphoric. Your hand tugs shakily at his hip, unconsciously urging him in deeper to fill you up more and more and more. The mewl you let out, all loud and broken, only pushes him to cum harder- red eyes rolling back and balls aching as he pumps every last drop into your waiting pussy.
When he’s done, he slumps against your back, slowly retracting his teeth from your skin but keeping every centimeter of his dick inside you. You’re both breathing hard, panting and shaking like you’ve both just run a marathon.
Tomura’s riding a wave of bliss, his arms tightening around you as he comes to terms with what just happened.
But you…Oh, you’re in Heaven. If you weren’t sure before, you are now: Tomura Shigaraki is your fucking dream man.
So it should be no surprise when a weak little mumble comes from under him, blissful but pleading, “…G-go out with me…”
He pauses for a second…then Tomura huffs a little snicker, cocking his head to see your face a bit better. “…We’ll see.”
Okay yk that one official art where it’s like him and dabi and toga and they’re all wearing black and he’s like not facing the camera and he has like the long hair?? Yeah.
Tags: fem!reader, college au, tomura is like…not so much a LOSER but is just like really quiet and in a shitty mood all the time, reader is an ambiguous archetype/stereotype but is probably not very like stereotypical ‘popular girl’, unspoken mutual feelings, smut at the end, random hookup, risky raw sex, pretty short- not a whole lot of plot, got lazy at the end
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“What the hell?”
Oh, you know that voice…which is surprising since he never talks in class.
But somehow, after accidentally stumbling into his lap at this stupid party, you know without a doubt that you’ve just accidentally landed on Tomura Shigaraki- your #1 classroom crush.
The way you fell is like the start to some shitty fanfiction or porno- just barely realistically and unintentionally suggestive. You lift your head hesitantly, hands heavy on his shoulders, eyes wide with embarrassment, and your thighs straddling one of his.
Tomura glares up at you- openly scowling, actually- his hands hovering around your waist…but he’s actually stopping himself from shoving you off. Most other guys would immediately take advantage of this, cop a feel or fully trap you on his lap. But no. Tomura looks downright disgusted.
“Hello? Get the fuck off me.” He growls meanly, sending shivers down your spine.
Finally snapping back to reality, you stop staring at him like an idiot and reel back- although now you’re more sitting on his knee than actually getting off of him. Hands still unconsciously gripping at his shoulders, you try your very best to reach one leg down and slide back without completely dragging your pussy across him. It’s kinda hard to stay coordinated while tipsy, though. His eye twitches when you slide back, practically feeling the way you unintentionally grind on his knee before standing unsteadily.
Tomura knows you. Somehow throughout all three years he’s been at this college, you two have had very similar schedules. He analyzes everyone in his classes, and he’s always annoyed when he sees your stupidly pretty face in the crowd. That doesn’t mean he’s actually talked to you before, though. No, he’s one of those people that comes in, sits silently in the back, then leaves immediately when class is over. No talking, no participation unless it’s forced, and certainly no…fraternizing.
He watches you wobble on your heels, your hands tugging your little skirt back down into place. Rolling his eyes, Tomura sighs and lounges back against the couch like nothing happened, looking away and instead keeping his gaze on the crowd again. Shuichi should be back with those drinks any second now…
…Why the hell are you still standing there?
Dragging his eyes back up to where you’re standing, he levels you with a flat glare. Your eyes dart up from where they’d been focused suspiciously low, your lips parting a few seconds before you actually start speaking.
“…I’m…” You start, seemingly having trouble finding the words before you continue. “…Sorry ‘bout that, um…Shigaraki…”
That actually surprises him. You know him too? Interesting…
“…You know my name?” He asks lowly, uninterested in raising his voice over the loud music.
You nod anyways. God, do you know Tomura Shigaraki. Not in a creepy way, of course…at least, you hope not. You didn’t notice him much at first, but going into your second semester of freshman year, you recognized him from the past semester. He’d been scrawny back then- faded blue hair and a habit of mumbling to himself, kinda twitchy, and all around just kinda…’weird’. Your sophomore year, there was a significant difference. White hair that reached his shoulders- and even long by the time the year ended- and he’d obviously started working out even if he still wore baggy clothes most of the time. But it’s not like it’s unusual for college kids to change their appearance once they get out of the house.
Now, in y’all’s junior year of college, he’s grown into a real looker. White hair down his back, still mostly black clothing but he could be found in slightly-tighter styles now, minimal bracelets or rings or necklaces (which only really started after he started hanging out with that guy Touya or something), and just generally more confidence. You always see him driving to and from class, his roommate (Shuichi, you think?) in the passenger seat, windows rolled down as he plays whatever rock or heavy metal he listens to.
In short, he’s only grown fucking hotter each year. And each year, you suffer more just knowing he’s in the back of the room, sitting there all pretty and quiet and pissed off…
Anyways, you should probably actually answer his question now.
“Uh…” You stammer, only growing hotter under his piercing gaze. “Yeah- I mean, we’ve actually had classes together forever- I dunno if you ever noticed, but—.”
“I noticed.” Tomura cuts in far too casually, a subtle little grin tugging at the corner of his lips as you gape at him. “Hard not to remember the same girl that’s in all my damn classes. Makes me wonder if you do it on purpose.”
Setting aside the fact it should be impossible to purposely get a similar schedule without sitting down together and doing it on purpose, the fact he’s even joking with you at all is throwing you for a loop. This is the first conversation you’ve ever had with him, let alone the most you’ve ever heard him talk period, and you’re already imagining a house and kids. Or maybe that’s just the drinks talking. Who knows?
Before you can respond, though, you’re sent stumbling forward again by some drunk frat guys stupid body ramming into your back. You yelp on the way down, landing heavily on Tomura’s lap yet again…except it’s exponentially worse this time. He grunts, instinctively grabbing your waist this time as you actually accidentally press against him this time…like, fully press into him.
Knee on his dick, tits in his face, pussy on his thigh, your little squeal in his ears, and for just a second or two…Tomura is in heaven.
Fuck…
Mortified, you struggle even more this time to pull back, completely red and flustered as you feel his breath on your cleavage and his hands gripping your waist.
“I’m so sorry-!” You quickly stumble out, pulling back and peering down at him with eyes the size of saucers. “Oh my gosh- are you okay?!”
Tomura just grunts, avoiding your eyes now as he glances down at his lap. He’s not hurt. The opposite, actually. He’s fucking hard. “…You’re real fuckin’ clumsy, aren’t you?”
Not noticing his problem yet, you swallow heavily and start squirming, trying to get off his lap yet again. “I- Someone pushed me- I promise!”
Instead of commanding you to get off quicker this time, Tomura tightens his hold and pulls you closer. “Yeah, I know…” He grumbles lowly, squeezing your waist and feeling his breath catch as your knee presses further against his cock. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you planned that too…”
Staring down at him in bewilderment, you tighten your hold on his shoulders as you try to pull back. You’re still worried you might’ve hurt him or pissed him off, and you have no idea why he’s still holding your waist. That is, until you follow his gaze. Oh…fuck.
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Apparently in addition to being ridiculously hot, Tomura Shigaraki also has a big fucking dick.
You could’ve told him that just by seeing the print earlier, but you can really feel it as he rams into you now.
“H-hah…Damn-.” He chuckles from behind you, voice rough with pleasure as he pistons into you. “You love this, d-don’t you?- ngh-.”
Well, duh. You’re fucking clinging to the headboard, drooling, shaking, and moaning loud enough for the party downstairs to hear.
It happened so fast. He’d noticed you looking, you noticed him pulling you closer. He squeezed your waist again, a question in his eyes as he inched his hands down a bit lower to grab your hips. You shivered, caught between disbelief and a sort of elation at your crush looking at you like that. There were hardly any words, just a silent agreement and a hasty retreat upstairs.
And now, Tomura Shigaraki’s railing you in some dirty frat bedroom.
“Ah!- T-T-Tomura-!” You squeal out, whimpering loudly as he rams in, his tip smacking into your cervix.
For a guy you’re 70% sure is a virgin, he’s fucking you right. Tomura’s got a rhythm locked down, one hand groping your tit through your shirt while the other rubs perfectly at your clit under your skirt, his hips not giving you a second of reprieve, and his voice in your ear. He’s disgustingly good, and it’s only fueling the feelings you have for him.
“Yeah, talk t-t’me-.” He grits, and you can just hear the grin in his voice. “Tell me aaaall about it, p-pretty girl-.”
You absolutely gush around him, squeezing and clenching your wet walls around his raw cock hard enough to make him groan. God, it should be illegal to fuck this good. You’re babbling so loud for him, telling him all about how ‘g-good he is’ and how ‘big he is’- how he’s ‘so f-fucking hot’- how you’ve ‘always liked him’- how you’re just ‘s-so fucking c-close’.
Tomura smirks with a little growl, pinching at your clit just to make you scream. “How s-sweet- hah-.”
Your eyes roll back and your head lolls forward, your drooling mouth opening mindlessly to damn near gnaw at the headboard. The coil inside you is twisting tighter and tighter, your body shuddering and arching as you draw closer and closer to the best orgasm of your fucking life.
He can tell, of course. Precum spills from his tip, making your little pussy all sticky and wet, lubing the way even more for him to destroy you as hard as he wants. And you eat it up, combined juices dripping down your thighs, your blissed-out moans muffled against the headboard as you bite hard enough to leave little dents in the wood.
Rubbing roughly at your clit now, Tomura presses right up behind you, his hips never stopping as he grunts in your ear. “Gonna c-cum, huh?- mm!- Y’feel good?”
You nod desperately, voice pitching higher as you get closer and closer.
“Yeah? Gonna let m-me cum inside, baby?- ngh-!” What a stupid fucking idea…and yet you both pulse at the thought of his cum plugging you up.
Finally reaching your peak, your hips press back abruptly and your hand shoots back with it, grabbing blindly at his jeans riding low on his hips, holding on for dear life as you cream hard as fuck around him. It leaves you shaking and nearly screaming, your eyes rolling back far enough to see white and your ears ringing.
Tomura grunts harshly, his eyes darting down to watch his dick pump in and out of your sopping pussy, a white ring forming around his base as you cum on him. He throbs at the sight, swabbing a new batch of precum along your cervix as you grab onto him. “Good fucking girl…”
He barely realizes he said that out loud before he’s sinking his sharp teeth into the side of your neck, biting hard as he jams himself in as far as possible and finds his own release. Your walls clamp down, massaging and sucking the cum out of him as he shoots buckets of those warm, thick ropes into you. Groaning against your skin, his hands sink into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, crushing you back against his chest.
The feeling is fucking euphoric. Your hand tugs shakily at his hip, unconsciously urging him in deeper to fill you up more and more and more. The mewl you let out, all loud and broken, only pushes him to cum harder- red eyes rolling back and balls aching as he pumps every last drop into your waiting pussy.
When he’s done, he slumps against your back, slowly retracting his teeth from your skin but keeping every centimeter of his dick inside you. You’re both breathing hard, panting and shaking like you’ve both just run a marathon.
Tomura’s riding a wave of bliss, his arms tightening around you as he comes to terms with what just happened.
But you…Oh, you’re in Heaven. If you weren’t sure before, you are now: Tomura Shigaraki is your fucking dream man.
So it should be no surprise when a weak little mumble comes from under him, blissful but pleading, “…G-go out with me…”
He pauses for a second…then Tomura huffs a little snicker, cocking his head to see your face a bit better. “…We’ll see.”
hot spring visit with a man who stammers and can barely look at you glistening in the water vs with a man who is composed and meets your eyes but his hands are curled so tightly on the edge that the stone might crack
Tags: gn!reader, softdom!reader, sub!tomura, no quirk au, handjobs obvs, semi-public??
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“You guys fucking suck!”
Tomura’s been on his fucking game for hours now, sitting at the edge of the bed while you lounge around and wait for him.
Holding back an eye-roll, you reach over and nudge his back with your fingers. He glances back with a little scowl, but he stays silent so his teammates don’t hear him tell you to fuck off. You huff softly, glaring a little, but he just turns back to the screen and continues playing.
Scoffing softly, you flop down and weigh your options. You can take the silent demand- stay quiet and sit pretty, just waiting for him to get pissed off enough to get off the game and pay attention you……OR, you can annoy him until he gets off the game.
…The second option is a whole lot more fun.
You suppress a grin, pushing yourself up onto your knees and crawling up behind him. With all the fake innocence in the world, you lay your hands over his tense shoulders and start rubbing at them. Tomura stiffens immediately, his fingers fumbling on the controller for a second before he reaches up and abruptly flips the mic on his headset up.
“What the hell are you doing?” He snaps, turning to glare at you again.
You just shrug and smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. Tomura grimaces lightly and wipes the kiss away even as he blushes lightly.
“Weirdo…” He grumbles, but he turns back towards the screen and flips his mic back down.
“Yeah, I’m here…” He mutters into his mic. There’s a pause, a muffled voice coming through his headset that makes him stiffen a little and growl in response, “Shut up and lock the fuck in, I’m not the one fucking us up.”
You continue on rubbing his shoulders, feeling him relax more and more as you knead out the knots in his muscles. Trailing a hand up the back of his neck, you run your hands through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and feeling him tip his head backward into your touch.
He stops yelling as much at his teammates, instead giving short commands and bouncing his knee. You lean down and kiss lightly at his neck, hearing his breath hitch softly before he tips his head to the side to give you room.
“Push left…Behind you, Spinner…” There’s almost a breathless quality to his voice now as you continue trailing kisses along his neck and shoulder, your hands still rubbing at his shoulders and scalp.
After another few moments, you press in subtly closer behind him, starting to trail your hands down his biceps. Tomura doesn’t think much of it, used to your presence and focused fully on his game now. Perfect…
Ever so slowly, you trail your fingers down past his biceps, over his elbows, and to the sides of his waist. He shivers softly but doesn’t move, tipping his head the other direction as you kiss to the other side of his neck. Your eyes flick up to the screen, seeing he’s in the middle of some high-intensity moment that requires all his attention. So, because this is obviously the perfect moment, you slip your hands up under the front of his shirt and gently feel him up.
“F-fuck!” Tomura raises his voice again, stuttering because of your sudden touch but more so getting annoyed because you messed him up.
“Dammit, I told you to-!” He growls, playing rapidly on his controller as he tries to fix his mistake. His teammates berate him through his headset, and he only gets more pissed off. “Shut up! I have an idiot here distracting me.”
Immediately, his headset explodes with the voices of his teammates- all joking and assuming that means he’s getting head right now. Tomura glowers at the screen, redness creeping up his neck as he stays quiet for once and mashes buttons on his controller. But he still doesn’t push you fully away.
Grinning softly, you give the softest little nip to the skin between his neck and shoulder while your hands flatten over his stomach. Running them slowly up and down his skin, you press in closer until your whole front is against his back, your knees on either side of his hips. Tomura jerks a little at the bite but keeps his hands steady this time, grumbling into his mic again for them all to “seriously shut the fuck up” as he leans back against you.
The real change comes when you start biting and sucking small hickeys into his skin, staying quiet enough to go undetected by his teammates but hard enough to make him shift and grit his teeth. Your hands slide all the way down now, toying with the waistband of his pants before starting to slowly undo his belt.
This time, Tomura fully grabs your hand with one of his while the other flicks up his mic again to mute himself. He turns his head to glare at you, but his cheeks are red and his breathing is a little heavier than before. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m in the middle of-.”
Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, you wiggle your hands out of his grip to run them up and down his thighs instead, resting your chin on his shoulder and murmuring teasingly, “You’ve been ignoring me, Tomura…Letting me have some fun is the least you could do…”
He swallows lightly, his eyes widening a little at the implication. I mean, it’s not like you haven’t done stuff together while he’s playing, but it’s not usually when he’s mic’d up. While he struggles to find words, you run your hands back up and start undoing his belt again. This time, he doesn’t stop you.
“Just keep playing like normal…” You coo softly, and you feel his thighs widen just a little as you tug his belt loose. “…And stay quiet…”
Now normally, Tomura is in charge and he makes that fact very clear. But sometimes, he’s willing to set that aside and let you have a turn. It’s not super often, and you usually have to catch him on a good day, but right now…he turns back to the screen, unmutes his mic, and keeps playing.
“Good boy.” You praise just loud enough for only him to hear.
Tomura doesn’t say anything, but the redness creeps up his cheeks and all the way up under his headphones. Kissing his neck fondly, you continue undoing his pants slowly, feeling him already hard and ready every time your fingers brush over his bulge.
By the time you pull his cock out, he’s panting lightly and already beading precum. You coo softly as you wrap your hand around him, swiping your thumb gently over his tip to smear it around. His hips jerk up a little, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip to keep quiet. Glancing at his hands, you see he’s stopped playing altogether, his eyes darting down to watch your hands.
Wrapping one arm around his waist and starting to slowly pump him with your other hand, you whisper to him softly while his teammates yell in his ears. “Keep playing, Tomu’. Don’t leave them hanging…”
He lets out a shaky little breath, tearing his eyes back up towards the screen and forcing his hands to stay on the controller. “…Yeah, sorry…” He mutters into the mic, but you know it’s meant for you as well as his teammates.
Once he twitches in your hand and starts actually playing again, you finally give up on teasing. Instead, you start pumping him for real, using his precum to lube you the quick slide of your hand. Your lips attach to his neck again, biting and kissing a bit harder than before while your free hand hugs him back against your chest.
Tomura pants and gasps, gritting his teeth as he holds back little moans and whimpers. He’s leaking all over your hand, his hips jerking up and his thighs tensing as the pleasure courses through his body. His hands are barely playing anymore, his character on screen moving in jerky steps and missing attacks. Through his headset, there’s a cacophony of voice, some telling him to “lock in like he said”, others asking if he’s “doing alright”, and a few more asking if he’s “SERIOUSLY getting head now.” One voice you do recognize as Touya states that he’s gonna “throw up if he hears him cum on mic.”
“No, I’m-…I’m fine.” He grits out, choking back a whine as your thumb runs over his tip again.
But the evidence is in the way his breathing quickens, his playing getting progressively worse as the pleasure takes over his mind. His hands are nearly clawing at the controller now, his head dropping to the side to lean against yours as his eyes squeeze shut. He throbs heavily in your hand, and you squeeze him a bit tighter on the way up and down his cock.
“Sh-shit-.” He whimpers out before he can stop himself, his back arching just a tiny bit off your chest.
The call goes silent for a second before it erupts in yells- some disgusted, some actually cheering him on (boys are weird like that, you suppose). Tomura reaches up and quickly mutes himself again, his face beet red as he drops the controller and grabs your arms.
“B-baby, please-.” He gasps, whining shakily as he gets closer and closer. “I can’t-.”
“Unmute.” You command softly, slowing down but twisting your wrist on the way up and down, making him groan and buck up.
“I can’t- I’m g-gonna- ngh!”
You stop altogether now, squeezing him tight and pressing your thumb down hard on his tip. Tomura whimpers loudly and scrambles to grab your hand, his hips jerking up erratically in tiny bursts as you stop him from cumming.
“You’ve been ignoring me to play with them.” You remind him again, steeling your voice a bit. “So play.”
Honestly, Tomura could cum just from you bossing him around like that. But you have him in this state of mind now- this submissive, obedient place where all he wants to do is please. So, with a shaky hand, he unmutes. And you start pumping him faster than before.
His eyes squeeze shut, his hand slapping over his mouth as he whines and pants. There’s no hiding it now, and you hear a couple of the guys disconnecting from the call entirely. Some of the others laugh, and a few go completely silent while their characters also stop moving. It’s humiliating. It’s invigorating.
His hips jerk up wildly into your fist and his hands cling to your arm as he finally cums, groaning and whining brokenly behind his hand but loud enough for everyone to hear. You jerk him through it, kissing at his shoulder and pumping him slowly as his cum spills all over your hand.
“There you go…” You purr, now loud enough for his teammates to hear you as well. “What a good boy, Tomura…”
He trembles and pants as he collapses back against your chest, embarrassed and spent and undeniably satisfied. He’s silent now as you gently pull your hand away from his cock, his eyes still shut firmly and his face still an unbelievable shade of red. Through his headset, his teammates mutter and murmur to themselves, even more of them leaving the call now.
You’re almost a bit worried for a second. Yeah, you didn’t force him to do anything, but he’s still being…concerningly quiet. Then, just as you’re about to ask, he mutes himself and rips off the headphones entirely. Tossing his controller to the side, he flips around and quickly pins you down. Tomura’s staring at you like some kind of wild animal now- embarrassed and hungry and desperate as he rakes his eyes over your form.
“You…” He starts shakily, swallowing thickly as his cock throbs back to life between his thighs. “…are gonna regret that.”
Tags: fem!reader, more dom!gyu, college au but not super heavy, fluff and smut, he’s not like a CREEP creep but he’s definitely kinda weird, he’s just lonely :(
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When you first got with Gyutaro, everyone said you were fucking crazy. I mean, this is the guy who skulks around campus without talking to anyone, tall as hell with a mean ass scowl, birthmarks littering his gangly body, and just generally one of those guys that avoids everyone and everyone avoids him. It’s a miracle you even got yourself close to him, let alone in an actual relationship.
But what they don’t know is that Gyutaro is a fucking catch. He doesn’t talk to anyone? Cool, he’s not cheating. Mean fucking face? It softens up when he looks at you. Birthmarks? You love them. And his body? Under those baggy hoodies and pants, he’s actually fucking jacked- although it’s mostly from his work (and the fights he denies getting in). Sure, he’s not ‘popular’, but that’s not much of an issue to you or him.
He’s a sweetheart, really. Gyutaro’s used to taking care of people, considering he’s his younger sister’s full time guardian. He “knows what girls like”, per his own analysis of himself…and most of the time, he’s actually right. He knows aaaaall about every little thing other guys his age tend to avoid- mainly things surrounding your period, but he also understands your wariness about certain things like going out at night or empty lots or just men in general. You don’t even have to say anything- he just knows.
In fact, sometimes it’s like he knows a little too much. Like when you change your lotion or perfume. He can smell the difference in an instant. Or when you change your route on the way to class, and he texts asking where you’re going even if he’s nowhere near you. Gyutaro just cares like that, y’know?
He shows he cares in lots of ways besides paying attention, too. Like when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest, taking deep breaths of your scent as he buries his face in your neck. He also likes caressing your skin, muttering how you’re just “too good for someone like him” as he cradles your face in his hands. Gyutaro’s favorite thing, though, is when he holds you so tight you physically can’t get away- because he’s way stronger than people think- your body squirming against his as you giggle and beg to be let go.
That’s not to say he doesn’t have his problems, though. His temper runs as deep as his insecurities, and those are rooted in the core of his very being. Gyutaro would never hurt you, no, but it stings as much as a slap when he cries or yells that he’s “not good enough” or that you’re “gonna leave for someone better” or that he’s “not sure if he’d survive if you ever left.” It’s not his fault he had a rough time growing up, though.
In those times, it’s important to stay gentle with him. Let him yell, let him cry, let him doubt, but let him in. Gyutaro craves that reassurance, your soft voice and soft hands and soft body all accepting him in a way no one else ever has. He’d take your hands in his as you wipe his tears, his kiss hard and desperate and messy as he kisses you. Let him pin you down, let him touch you, let him remind himself that you’re all for him.
He’s rough, most of the time. He likes making you moan and cry and scream his name- only his name. He likes the way you open up and let him inside so willingly, as if he deserves such a blessing. He likes the way you let him grope and grab and pull wherever he can reach. He likes the way you take every thick inch of him like it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But most of all, Gyutaro likes the way you hold onto him- his broad shoulders, his hands, his hair, his arms. You touch him with affection, with want, instead of the disgust he’s so used to, and it makes his heart ache.
He’s letting you know it too. With your legs over his shoulders, the headboard slamming into the wall, his arms wrapped around you like a lifeline, his cock shoving into you with every devastating thrust, his voice cracking as he pants and growls in your ear. “A-ah!- I don’t d-deserve this-.” “Feels s-so good- ngh!” “Hold me- mm!- t-tighter-.” “Don’t l-leave me- hah!- say you’ll never leave m-me-.”
After he’s pumped buckets of cum into you, he still doesn’t let go. Gyutaro could hold you for hours- days- after fucking you like that. He doesn’t pull out either, keeping you plugged up with his cum and letting it settle inside you. He’d press kisses to your face, his hands gentle now as they run over your sore hips and thighs, his voice soft and breathless as he apologizes for getting rough and asks desperately if you liked it- if you still like him.
You do, of course. Your fingertips trace delicately around his birthmarks, over the hard lines of his body, before interlocking with his own and squeezing. Gyutaro melts at the soft affection, his face falling into the crook of your neck as he absorbs the feeling of your love, groaning that it just “hurts how much he loves you…”
Yeah…no one in the whole world knows how much of a catch Gyutaro is…except you.
