Gamer!Shigaraki Smut Drabble
Warnings: Gamer Rage, Dick Sucking
Sitting on your knees next to Shigaraki’s desk as he shit talks in-game. Watching the concentration on his face, eyes flickering across his screens, the way his jaw tightens and his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, waiting for him to be done. After ten minutes you get fed up, crawling under the desk. He doesn’t notice you until you’re unbuttoning his pants, at that time he tries to kick you away.
“Fucking stop, I’m in the middle of a game.”
You persist despite his attempts to run you away, as soon as your lips brush his dick he groans, you can’t see his face but you imagine it’s contorted in anger and frustration accompanying the concentration. He huffs but doesn’t make a move to stop you.
Your tongue licks a long stripe from base to tip, and you feel him shudder under you, raging at his teammates over the mic as he tries to sort the feelings clouding his mind. Sudden and with a hum you pull him into your throat, swallowing to emphasize the pleasure. He groans loudly but managed to keep his focus; and that just doesn’t work for you.
Leaning into you work his cock with vigor, bringing the tip to kiss as low in your throat as you can force it. He begins to grind against your face, just a bit.
‘There it is.’
You hum as you go, sending vibrations through him, causing tremors to rack his body as you bring him ever closer to his release. He’s stopped communicating with his teammates and has dropped his headset to his neck, their cries of anger reaching your ears. Tomura leans back finally sparing a glance as you suck his cock down your throat. Your eyes shoot up to his when you feel him lean back, your eyes watering from the pressure in, cheeks flushed a brilliant red as you suck him. His eyes meet yours in a mixture of anger and arousal, a sneer adorning his face.
You watch is face as his eyes flick between you and the screen, you know he’s debating weather to throw the match and indulge himself in your sweet mouth or to shove you away.
In a quick series of events he yanks his hands away from the keyboard, threading in your hair, his artist gloves keeping you from becoming a pile of dust against him. He drives his hips to meet your lips, pushing him deliciously further down your throat. You gag momentarily before recovering following his lead.
“Better make this good slut, you’re fucking up my streak.”
Silently obeying and putting your all into devouring him. His hands claw at your scalp, he’s growling aggressively as he meets your lips in a dangerous face every time he bucks to meet you half way. You can hear his teammates yelling for him as he rides your face, his expression contorting in ecstasy. He whimpers momentary before erupting into your throat, forcing your face against him, nose kissing his pelvis as you swallow all he gives you.
He yanks off his headphones, throwing them on the desk before wrapping your hair around his hand and yanking you to your feet.
“You’re in for it now, whore.”