andy's notes: ahhhh i've missed y'all!! getting back into the swing of things (work was hell this week) and hope you like this particular bit of filth while i crack into prompts
content warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, not free of spoilers just by character names alone lol, pregnancy kink, panty kink, oral fixation, brat taming, oral m!receiving, cnc, throat fucking, scent kink, slightly yandere behavior with feathers, size kink
kirishima has the nastiest pregnancy kink, no one can convince me otherwise, so he's delighted when he finds out you have one, too. but when you're trying for a baby, your everyday life becomes horny hell because he insists on treating you like you're already pregnant. when you want to do something around the house, he tells you to "think of the baby," wide grin on his face when you flush and squirm your legs together. shows you maternity clothing ads of all the things he can't wait to buy you, patting your tummy. "you're gonna look so good in this sundress when your bumps start to fill out, honey." it gets so bad that literally the mere swipe of his thumb across your lower belly makes your pussy clench. (you get a positive pregnancy test two weeks later)
tenko puts on a pair of your silk panties because he has "nothing of his own left to wear" but he's actually been thinking about how the material would hug his balls ever since he pulled them off you days ago. the silk clings to his dick, dragging over the shaft with a feather-like caress. he groans and ruts his hips into his palm. pre-cum darkens the silk. arousal unspools in his belly and his cock twitches, aching at the fact that your cunt rested here, right where his balls now hang. your pretty pussy lips dragged over this fabric too, leaving your juices on the gusset. he rolls into the mattress, humping your pretty pink sheets. he hears whimpering and whining and realizes it's him drooling out your name into the pillow as he cums harder than he ever has
when you're done being a mouthy little brat, shinsou loves to cup your jaw and sink two fingers into your mouth, the cold metal bands of his rings clinking gently against your teeth as your cheeks hollow, sucking and humming around his digits like the greedy little whore you are. "look at me," he says, tipping your head back and holding your gaze. "keep your eyes on me while i keep your mouth full.''
hizashi loves when you take charge, when you tie him to a chair and stuff your panties in his mouth while giving him the sloppiest head of his life. he ruts his hips up into the delicious hot suction of your mouth, but you hold him down and pull away with a plop. you smear spit and pre-cum over your lips with the head of his dick, smirking when it twitches. you do this for hours, until his dick is flushed dark, engorged and aching, balls drawn up so tight against his body your mere breath against them is torture. when you finally let him cum, he explodes down your throat and onto your lips, a creamy gloss that you lick away after
the first time you broach aizawa about cnc you don't miss the way his jaw clicks shut like he's swallowing down every thought. "you're sure?" is all he asks and then you get a questionnaire in your email a few days later regarding hard limits. cut to a month later, he's fisting your hair and bullying his cock down your throat. "break eye contact and i'll paddle your ass raw." you're already slobbering all over his shaft, drool slipping down your chin and neck. your eyes burn with tears and mascara and you know you look like a fucked-out mess, but your body is tingling, flying. "you love to be used like this, don't you?" aizawa fucks even deeper into your mouth, rocking into the curved concave of your throat. "nothing more than daddy's little cumdump?"
keigo gave you one of his feathers for a totally normal reason, he swears - not because he wants to keep an eye on his attractive personal assistant on your off time. it backfires, though, because you know all about his feathers' capabilities. the first time you stroke the feather keigo thinks he imagined it. but no, the more he interacts with you, the more he memorizes your scent, the swollen bud of your lower lip. when he feels you kiss his offering, it nearly brings him to his knees. but he scents you next, the musky sweetness of what can only be your arousal. when he lands on your window sill and sees the feather slipping between your thighs, you merely smile and ask him what took him so long to get there
shouto "doesn't have a size kink" todoroki hearing you whine "it won't fit" when he slots the head of his cock against your pussy. he's never really paid attention to how much smaller you are than him, how much his body overwhelms yours. he'll have to work hard to make sure you're ready for him. he rubs your swollen clit with his thumb, the palm of his hand hot on your belly. your pussy jumps and flutters around the thick head of his dick, already flushed red and weeping. he taps your belly button, knowing that's where he'll be soon. "i'll make it fit."
the art of flustering tomura shigaraki was something you considered to be sacred. your boss was a difficult man to distract, so the fact that you have him acting like this is nothing short of embarrassing.
for starters, tomura's pale skin works wonders against him—if you so much as brush against him while passing by, his cheekbones are blooming pink before he knows it with his voice getting all high and cracked around the edges. his hands become clammy and twitchy at his sides—fighting between tearing all the hair off his head and reaching out to touch you once more
his gaze bounces around the room often, too. and he'll find himself tripping over his own words. forget embarrassing—the way you have tomura acting up is downright humiliating. he hates that another person can have this much control over him so effortlessly. so, he devises a plan.
you're lounging on one of the couches in the hideout, body draped over the edge of the seat as you hang upside down and play some video game on your phone. tomura approaches you with his usual scowl and furrowed brows, and you tilt your head when you see him approach you
"hey, boss." you greet
"i need you to slap me. right now."
you blink slowly before a grin overtakes your face. sitting up, you swing your legs forward and rest your cheek against your fist with an intrigued giggle
"where's this coming from? something happen orrr?" you question curiously as tomura sighs impatiently
"i've had enough of you distracting me every single hour of the day. you're so annoying it makes me want to turn you to dust—you're lucky you're a valuable asset to the team or i would have done it a long time ago. now, the sooner you reject me or do something that pisses me off, the sooner i'll be able to get you out of my head and focus on more important things."
you hum, lips curling upwards at his words before you tap your chin in thought. tomura squirms uncomfortably in front of you—he's never had a problem with speaking his mind before, but he basically just admitted he was so attracted to you that he couldn't get you out of his head—and, well, that's embarrassing for anyone to admit, right?
"well, let's think about this. for starters, what if you're into it? i dunno boss man, you are pretty weird... you might discover something about yourself if i slap you and you like it. some guys enjoy degrading stuff like that, you know?" you grin cheekily, and tomura's ruby eyes widen to near comical size as he stupidly sputters for a response
"w-what the fuck?! no, i'd be fucking pissed if you slapped me! it'd make me hate you, not—"
"well, if it makes you hate me, won't i still be on your mind and distracting you? hatred is an intense feeling, after all. that won't help you focus on your work, now would it?" you tease, leaning closer as tomura's ears go pink. he clenches his fist tightly, blunt fingertips digging crescent moons into the palm of his hand, before he looks away begrudgingly.
"whatever then. reject me. tell me the truth. tell me i'm disgusting and tell me you'd rather die than be with someone like me. that might lessen my attraction for you." he says firmly, glaring at you with nothing but irritation in his eyes as you frown
"but i don't want to be mean to you. you're a great boss!" you whine playfully, reaching out to poke tomura's cheek as he swats your hand away with a grunt
"shut up. just tell me you don't like me so i can go back to living my life without your stupid smile taking up every single one of my thoughts."
your eyes soften at that, and so does your smile. you lean back into the couch as you hold tomura's gaze, and he sits there unwavering. did he seriously think he was that unlikeable? you were unbelievably fond of him, and the fact that tomura found himself so unlovable was... really sad. you know your boss hates pity, so you mask your sadness with a grin
"ahh, but who said i didn't like you back?"
dead silence. tomura freezes—and you watch the gears turn in his head in real time. he leans back, whole body gone slack as he stares at you in disbelief, searching for lies—but he can't find any. your expression is as sincere as ever.
"...what?" he croaks
you can't stop the small huff of laughter that slips past your lips as you reach out and gently tap tomura's chest—specifically the spot right over his heart
"i said i like you, you idiot. you're an enigma, but i like you regardless. or, rather, i like you because of it. anyway, i think we should totally date! i'll be a great partner—and i bet the relief of knowing i'm all yours will let you focus on your work more. it seems like that is the only solution we have to this crisis!" you sigh dramatically, and your smile is so bright and beautiful that tomura feels his breath physically catch in his throat
"you're crazy," he breathes, heart beating erratically as he watches you reach for his hand—your fingers dance over his palm, tracing the lines of it with a gentleness he found near ticklish as you shrugged
"maybe. but so are you. you in?" you question
"...you mean with dating you?"
"yup!"
tomura wonders for a moment if he's dreaming
"i—well—there's not—i don't—we—"
"i'll take that as a yes!"
you lean forward, lips pressing a chaste kiss onto his cheek as tomura sits there slack jawed. you're up a second later, faster than he can process, before you're bounding towards the door with your phone in hand
"bye bye, tomura! come sleep in my room upstairs tonight, 'kay? i'll leave the door unlockeddd!" you singsong before disappearing—and tomura stares blankly at the now empty doorway in absolute disbelief. his hand cradles the cheek you just kissed, and it feels like his whole body is on fire.
"...what the fuck..." he whispers incredulously, but despite it all, he feels the heavy weight on his chest finally ebb and flow away—because holy shit, you like him back.
spoiler alerttttt he gives in and ends up visiting your room with a pillow under his arm and demanding a proper do-over of your first kiss <3 <3 <3
smut; you discover your best friends praise kink... and more of his hidden feelings...
✮ dom!reader, praise kink, joi, mild orgasm control ✮
~ 1.5k words ~ MDNI I Masterlist I a/n: inspired by this post by @shigarakislaughter <3
You almost drop the switch in your hands when your phone rings, cruelly ripping you out of the virtual world, your character still fishing, none the wiser of real-life responsibilities. Tomura next to you is unaffected, engrossed in some mobile shooter, adorably pouty in his concentrated state, which you break when shoving your switch into his lap.
"Here, keep fishing for me - I gotta take this."
Tomura looks up at you, visibly disgruntled by the straight-up order you gave him, but there isn't exactly space for him to argue with you already leaving the room, so he accepts his fate. He's fully engrossed in your Animal Crossing world when you return, plopping down next to him again, peering over his shoulder.
"What'd I miss?"
He doesn't even look up, fully engulfed, although he does not seem like he's having a lot of fun. "Caught three sea bass and a damn snapping turtle. You owe me," he mumbles, continuing to play despite his grumpy attitude. You can't help but grin.
"Naww, aren't you such a good boy?" you coo, your hand moving to his head, eyes twinkling like you know something he doesn't. And maybe you do. "Fishing for me like I told you, Tomu, I'm so proud of you."
He looks at you like you grew a second head. "What the hell are you talking about!?" he grumbles, quickly breaking eye contact before shoving the switch back into your lap. "And stop touching me, weirdo," Tomura ducks his head out from under your hand, turning it away. You still see the blush creeping up his ears.
"I know you like it, dumbass," you laugh, reaching out to ruffle his hair again despite his attempt to dodge, "I see the shit on your For You, you know?"
He glares at you from the corner of his eye, huffing while not very subtly reaching for a pillow, still keeping his head turned away. "No, you don't, I don't even know what you're talking about." He pulls the cushion over his lap, gripping it like his life depends on it.
"Wait, seriously!?" You snicker, eyes casting to the pillow, trying very hard not to burst out into a full laugh. "You're actually turned on!?"
"I'm not, stop saying shit like that," Tomura finally turns his head again, and you're slightly surprised by how red he is. And how very obvious his lie shines through the desperate denial.
"You totally are," while discarding the console, you move closer to him, noticing the heat radiating from his body. Feeling particularly evil, you grab his chin and force his face in front of yours, grinning while looking into widened eyes. "Is that all it takes? Calling you a good boy, hm? You like hearing that I'm proud of you?"
He presses his lips together, visibly conflicted. "N-no?" the voice crack makes you laugh, and move another beat closer.
"It's okay," your thumb strokes along his jaw, soothing. "You can tell me, we're best friends, right?"
Your words seem to convince him, suspiciously easy. "......So? What if it turns me on," Tomura huffs, cutely defiant, lips shaping a playful pout. There's a spark, shocking the inside of your chest and igniting a tame fire spreading over limbs and down your spine. You bite your lip to contain the too excited smile, and Tomura's eyes cast downwards immediately, blushing more when he sees the lip bite.
"I mean, I could help you out, you know?"
He visibly stops breathing. "Seriously?"
"I caused it so I might as well.... may I?"
His eyes are wide, moving down in a panic to spot your hand hovering just above his thigh. A swallow, several breaths of silence, then a nod. Barely there, but you feel it against your hand still holding his chin. His leg jerks under your touch, eyes focused on you again as you move your grip on his chin downwards, gently cradling the rough skin of Tomura's neck.
It's tense, maybe a little awkward, but impossibly addicting, the way he inhales sharply when you grab the pillow away from him, the tremble of his lips when you press yours to them. Tomura isn't as bad of a kisser as he made himself out to be, although very obviously hesitant. You can't deny your own nervousness, kissing your best friend while your hand squeezes his thigh possessively.
He tastes good, a subtle sweetness mixing with something addictive, something you can't get enough of. The kiss deepens, breaths mingling in a way that has you feeling his shakiness with each careful exhale. Your hand inches higher.
Tomura's arm jerks, almost subconsciously towards your wandering touch but he stops himself before touching you, his kiss faltering for a moment. You pull back only half as breathless as your best friend, eyes finding his.
"If you don't want me touching you, I can just tell you how to do it," you suggest, barely suppressing a grin at the way his breath hitches and body visibly tenses up. You don't need more confirmation - if your talk is what got him riled up, it'll be the thing to get him off too.
Pulling your legs up into a more comfortable position and especially a closer position to Tomura, you lean in, "Pull your pants down, Tomu, and touch yourself."
His breath hitches, cheeks red but he obliges, follows your words like they're constitution. When you praise him for it, he almost whimpers.
"What the hell, why are you so good at this?" he mumbles, panting with every stroke along his exposed shaft.
Your only response is a mischievous smirk, eyes torn between the visual of his very lewd actions and how cute his face looks, thrown back, a mix of completely relaxed and furrowed with pleasured concentration. "Faster. Good boy."
Tomura's more rapid breathing gradually transforms into increasingly shameless moans, your full attention on him, fingers absentmindedly threading through his locks. He looks so perfect and he's being so perfect, if you had known your best friend would be this eager, you'd have initiated something a long time ago.
"Who knew you are so obedient," you coo, moving closer to kiss his cheek, your warm breath by his face spurring him on more, "I thought you were the biggest brat but look at you.... go slower now." Visibly unhappy with that demand, he still follows it, hips bucking into his own hands. "Well done, baby," the nickname comes too easily and neither of you acknowledge it, "keep up that pace. Tell me when it starts hurting, yeah?"
That last request does finally pull a whimper from him, one that makes you melt. It's impossible to suppress the grin on your lips as you lean in again and plant a bed of kisses along Tomura's jaw, then neck, then his shoulder you expose by pulling his shirt. Only a few annoyingly slow strokes pass before he speaks.
"Wanna go faster-" a breathlessly hopeless request, met with a small tsk.
"Not yet," you lean against his shoulder, your attention obviously cast to his crotch, signaling him you're watching. There's no room for error.
You leave him struggling like this, pressed against his shoulder, the affection a stark contrast to your cruel orders. His hips start shaking, dick painfully red you almost feel bad, but the way he's keeping the slow pace so perfectly makes you think his praise kink extends into a pain kink as well. You have a lot to learn about this side of Tomura.
"Go faster now. But don't come." You glance upwards at his face, his brows furrowed, lips parted for the prettiest whines, a pitch higher now that his pace increased. "That's right, you're such a good listener, Tomura." He whines in response, gasping when you rake your fingers over his scalp.
"I- I think I'm gonna- gonna come-" he chokes, hips lifting and pressing into the couch like his body is conflicted if it wants more or less, "can I!?" the question is so high pitched, you barely recognize his voice.
"Not yet," you drag your response out, almost wishing you'd never stop seeing him so ruined. "You haven't said the magic words yet~"
His chest heaves, pace faltering but not because of disobedience but because Tomura seems too far gone, mind occupied with the building pleasure.
"I- I love you!"
You freeze, eyes wide, lips parted. He obviously didn't mean to let that slip... and he also doesn't seem to realize what he's saying, continuing to edge himself, whining and writhing mindlessly. Despite the shock, you force yourself to speak.
"You can come, Tomura."
Like you've lifted a spell, he arches his back and orgasms like he's been denied for hours instead of minutes, barely managing to breathe through it. The sight rips you out of your shock, the hand that stilled on his scalp returning to its movements, both soothing and teasing. And just when the last spurt of cum lands on Tomura's stomach and the first shudder of afterglow summons goosebumps onto his skin, you lean to his ear, an excited tone following your whisper.
thinking about 𝓣. 𝓢higaraki teasing his gf with his quirk …
cw: 18+, nsfw, fingering, teasing, quirk-related, established relationship
synopsis: basically shigaraki bullying you, making it seem like he’ll use his quirk on you.
a/n 💬: thought about this whilst writing other asks, don’t get mad, ok ??? i was also thinking about attempting multis… i dunno tho.
you whined, squirming as shigaraki’s fingers worked you over, his smirk widening at your reaction.
“tomura!—“ you gasped, hips jerking when he pressed down with all four fingers, just barely avoiding his fifth.
“hmm? something wrong?” he taunted, leaning closer, lips brushing your ear. “what if…my finger… slips?” his pinky hovered teasingly, making you shiver.
“d-don’t you dare, tomura shi—” you gasped out as he suddenly moves his fingers.
he laughed, low and mean, before finally letting his thumb take its rightful place, dragging a ragged moan from you instead of dust.
tomura leaned closer, his breath hot against your neck. his touch was both intimate and sadistic, “you’re cute when you’re scared, y’know?” he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear.
“so desperate. so helpless.” he punctuated his words with another press, making your body arch again.
“ngh— fuck…” you whimpered, heart hammering in your chest. he was playing a dangerous game, and it was far too intoxicating.
“tomura, please…” you whined, the words barely audible.
he grinned. “please what?” his voice was low, mocking. “please stop? or—” his fingers deepened, making you gasp. “—or please continue?”
you were too busy moaning and clenching around him to respond. he took a moment to appreciate the sight before leaning down to kiss your neck, your body trembling and flushed beneath his touch.
“you’re so damn easy to toy with,” he said, almost admiring. “one touch and you’re a mess.”
you could feel his smile against your skin. “so responsive, too,” he purred, fingers circling your clit. “i can feel every little twitch, every little gasp…”
he pressed harder and you cried out, hips bucking. “m-more, tomura,” you nipped at your bottom lip, panting.
“yeah?” his pinky hovered again, edging closer. “more fingers?”
“fuck— no! stop—” you whined, hitting at him weakly.
“relax,” he chuckled. “i won’t disintegrate you. not yet, anyway.”
his fingers sped up, curling just right, hitting that sweet spot inside you. “i just wanna see you come apart on my fingers…” he grins, feeling your body reach it’s limit.
you moan loudly for the last time as your body tensed, walls clamping down as you came hard with a broken moan.
tomura smirked now at the feeling of you shuddering around him. he didn’t stop, stroking you through it until you were shaking and whimpering.
“feels good, right?” he said softly. “you did so well. such a good girl for me.”
he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean, savoring the taste.
“yum,” he purred, his hard dick obvious beneath the fabric of his pants. “i think… i need a proper taste, though. don’t you agree?”
before you could respond, he was already moving— settling between your thighs.
loser!shigaraki who mutters under his breath the first time he sees you, scratching at his neck because how is someone as pretty, stunning, perfect as you a villian?!
loser!shigaraki who watches you closely, staring like a total creeper, tracking your every waking move around the league's base. (not that you can tell with his face hidden behind that hand mask)
loser!shigaraki who dusts anyone outside the league (and almost dabi once when he flirted with you) that dares talk to you, can't risk the chance of someone stealing you from the LOV—from him.
loser!shigaraki who creams his pants the first time you speak to him directly, in that soft, mesmerizing voice, that he had to have kurogiri teleport him away—he sulked n stomped off like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.
loser!shigaraki who later jerks off; your voice still ringing in his ears, the way you called him 'tomu-chan' so sweetly—it was a dare from dabi, a test to see how the boss would react—he cussed you out, ears burning bright red n dipped like a coward just to start desperately fisting his throbbing cock, wishing it was your delicate, smaller hand wrapped around him, instead of his rough, dry ones.
loser!shigaraki who nearly dies of mortification when you accidentally stumble in on him, his pants pushed to his ankles, gripping his cock so tight the tip is stained fire engine red. and not to mention the oh-so-shameful evidence pulled up on his computer—a completely innocent picture of you, smiling, conveniently with toga cropped out, for some 'unknown' reason.
you freeze in the doorway, eyes wide like bambi, trembling and panicky as you dart from the room, slamming the door in your haste.
so loud it's like a gun shot in the dead of night.
the sound punches shigaraki in the chest, reality caving in, you know, the look on your face burned into his mind. the disgust in your eyes as you scurried away, as if he were a vile vermin. shigaraki starts scratching at his neck, picking at the flaky skin, muttering to himself while his still-erect cock twitches against his stomach neglected.
little does he know that the reason you ran out isn't, in fact, disgust but rather getting slapped in the face by a more upsetting truth. you like him. catching tomura with his pants down had you embarrassingly wet, like an instant waterpark activation.
so the best course of action probably wasn't running away. what else could you do? stay and watch? ask if he needs help? no, absolutely not.
(but you want to. to waltz back in there n take a seat right on his lap, to tease tomura with slow rolls of your hips, coating him in your slick. betting that he whimpers like a good boy, so unbearably touch starved that he'll crumble under the slightest touch. he might even cum like that. just the heat and wetness of your pussy sending him over the edge. his cum shooting out in short bursts, landing on your tits and his stomach, making a sticky mess of the both of you. tomura would be pissed at himself, for ruining his chances to fuck you—or so he thought until you kiss him, deeply, with a furious hunger that he falls victim to. and for once being a lonely virgin had it's perks, in this case it's the fact that his cock is already hard again, ready for another go. just how many rounds can he go? guess you'll have to find out... 𖹭)
kunaiiikittennn 𖹭 nghh i love me sum loser shiggy ᝰ.ᐟ
Synopsis: You find yourself stranded in one hell of a sexist environment: the small town's internet café. Shigaraki's on the night shift. (3.6k)
Warnings: sex with Shiggy basically, mild degradation and misogyny from our fav incel, dom!Shiggy with a twist (no quirk obviously), use of “dollface” (i like it)
A/N: No dark themes here, peace n luv. Also.. yeah he is always linked to some gaming/electronic business ik!! but I like the trope/hc/almost canon.
You'd never imagine this was how your night would end.
Why are you there again? Right, your friends wanted to go to that after party, as if the club wasn't enough. What was supposed to be a night out ended up with you in the local internet café (the only after hours spot) while your friends decided to go to a house party with loud techno music, which definitely wasn’t your vibe. You and your friends lived close and would often call a taxi on your way home, money wasn’t enough for you to ride solo today though—you prayed in times like these that you at least had a job; you wouldn’t have to rely on anyone then.
You knew pretty much everyone there, it’s not like the town had more than ten thousand residents and considering the age group and schools you’d all gone to, the internet café only had a few unknown members. On today’s shift was none other than Tomura of course, that guy was taking up as many shifts as his body would allow him to, apparently there was this rumor a family member was in crucial condition and they were in need. Tomura Shigaraki was one of these people you had branded as incel. Though hardworking (he kept a house of his own, cleaning and doing all chores by himself while providing for whomever he had), you still considered the guy as one. Now—you know the term is heavy, matter of fact, quite offending and serious as an allegation but it’s not like there weren’t rumors. Rumors he’d bash women and call them prostitutes, try to sleep with girls and trash them to his friends a day later, hating them for anything they did and claiming true love didn’t exist nowadays because “all women are sluts, who need money and validation.” Plus, he worked at the local internet café (should be enough reason), engaging in heated conversations with his friends and fellow streamers. God, one look in their chats and you'd get as violent as possible— (not much, you'd discovered it the hard way). Thus, it was no surprise that when you enter the place, you hear whispers and scoffs.
‘’The hell are you doing here?’’ A voice was heard from within, the café had the computer screens up front, a bar and a couch with TV in the back. Tomura was occupied in the designated bar the place had (you often wondered what kind of needs these people had—all they ever consumed was energy drinks and pre-packaged meals, takeouts were for reasons of competitive market prohibited).
‘’Just dropping by for a couple of hours, will leave soon.’’ You sigh as you take a seat on the couch, not bothering to talk to anyone, it wasn’t like they cared anyway. Loud noise and laughter can be heard all around, a couple of guys swearing and some younger boys excitedly standing above their screens. The store had a 16+ policy, but of course, no one ever checked so kids could practically stare unattended. Tomura also encouraged younger boys to play, such a piece of shit, you think, getting them to learn young.
‘’Oh my fucking God, a slut just joined!’’ You hear some guy swear, presumably because a girl joined their online server. These guys were so disgusting, you cringe, it was no wonder they were celibate without wanting it. You stand up, you need to kill some time and you're feeling bored, you think about starting a fight with Tomura, how else could you have a little bit of fun?
You weren’t ever necessarily afraid of the guy, even though you had to admit, he looked intimidating. Quite tall with a pale complexion, ashy, dull hair and scars across his face; no one actually knew much about him and whether he was troubled, it’s not like he ever showed to work beaten up or high and usually kept a low profile. The only frightening thing this man had was his smile, it terrified you sometimes as it looked downright evil.
‘’Getting them to learn young, huh?’’ You ask him, he’s washing up some cups from the previous round of gross gaming guys, who have now left.
‘’What?’’ He responds, not bothering to look up.
‘’How to not get women, I mean.’’ You sigh as he huffs in annoyance.
‘’You should be grateful I let a female in my store in the first place.’’ He retorts, but doesn’t seem very angry, just ironic. Usual.
My store (you decide to skip over 'female') sounds funny but you choose not to comment on it.
‘’So how long until you guys close?’’ You don't bother with the vocabulary—it’s routine at this point. It also never ends well and you had a great night so far, why ruin it now?
‘’Two hours.’’
‘’Mind if I sit on the couch? I’ll be quiet I promise’’ You ask—technically beg, as you see no other options.
‘’Ugh.. yeah I mind. There’s some guys wanting to use it, I have a group for GTA on the PS5.’’
‘’Seriously? People still play that?’’ You whine but force yourself to continue.
‘’Can I sit with you then?’’ It takes strength—but you say it regardless. You came to terms with the fact he was your last resort minutes ago.
‘’Sure. But you need to make yourself useful. Here, take this.’’ He hands you a wet sponge, ‘’Wash these up... carefully, while I go clean the floors.’’ He orders, as if you’re part of the staff (and new on the job apparently.)
‘’Do you actually want me to wash freaking dishes? I just came here to chill, I don’t even bother anyone!’’ You start feeling annoyed with the chores, you aren’t 16 and he isn’t your mom.
‘’You can always leave.’’ The running tap stops and he turns to you, practically shoving the wet gloves on your chest.
‘’Or...you can stop being a brat and be of use during your stay, I have two hours left.’’ He smiles, that same smile that makes your skin crawl and blood boil as he moves away.
‘’Fuck! My dress, you asshole!’’ A wet patch now covers the too short dress as you glance at the time on your phone.
Two hours. Two hours until your friends leave and he closes up anyway.
-
Tomura was at least true to his words. Within two insufferable hours of having to listen to appalling conversations between men (hardly to be considered as such), plate washing and the toilet being constantly occupied, the last customers get up to leave.
You dry your hands and plop down the couch exhausted.
‘’Finally.’’ You exhale checking your phone, your friends hadn’t given you any life signs in the meantime, so you decide to patiently wait, they’d message eventually. Tomura is done sweeping the nasty floors from crumbs and dried Monster remnants, which he still has to mop (for the fourth time, you note and you've only been there some hours). You notice how restless he seems—the guy has been running the whole night after ignorant customers, who had not once shown basic respect for the order of the place yet never complained. Truly a shame he has such a misogynistic mindset, you think. He could get women, if he wanted to.
It’s around 6:30 AM, when he presses a button to close the store's roll-up shutters halfway. Small light outside makes its way in but the place is still relatively dark, as he places the mop near the wall and takes a seat next to you.
‘’Fuuck, I’m so tired.’’ He sighs, making sure to spread his legs on the couch as much as he can, not caring (of course) about you also sitting on it.
You always branded Tomura as an incel, that you knew about. But despite that, you now can’t help but feel for him, not knowing much about him at the same time. Sure, he technically isn’t the nicest guy but a look around would show you that he tries enough for a job kicking his ass. You find yourself sympathizing with a man, whose ideals you hate and try to brush these thoughts off.
‘’And why the fuck am I an incel anyway?’’ He asks, his head rests on the couch and his eyes are closed, he is scrunching severely—almost threatening to fall down. And he manspreads. A lot.
‘’W-well– I..’’ You never thought he’d caught on to that, stammering to stand your ground as you continue. ‘’Well, there have been rumors about you.’’ You say, but it doesn’t come off as confident as you’d hoped for. You also realize, it sounds kind of stupid.
‘’Reaaally? And you made sure to believe them, right?’’ His tone’s laced with irony but the way he talks like he whispers in a raspy voice doesn't annoy you anymore. It makes you more... uncomfortable? On the edge? Excited?...what?
‘’It’s not like you don’t claim it yourself.’’ You retort, finally finding some courage. You notice him looking at you as you awkwardly shuffle in your seat.
‘’All I’ve ever said was that I think women are good for nothing. And I still believe that, but I wouldn’t waste more of my time on that.’’ The statement makes you roll your eyes.
‘’How can you generalize a whole group of people, who are literally in no way inferior to you, you can’t tell me you’ve tried—’’
‘’Listen dollface, unless you want to change my mind there’s no reason to fuss that much, my opinion won’t change.’’
Unless you want to change my mind?
‘’I-I don’t.’’ You stammer, because the answer and pet name (dollface??) takes you by surprise and he laughs.
‘’Relax, you branded me an incel.’’ He jokes, ‘’don’t want the rape allegations on me too.’’
The more he talks, the more your mind races and you curse yourself. He seems..funny? He has a mole under his lips—fuck, it looks cute...He also looks good so (stupid as it is, yes!) you silently want his attention. Why can’t he just look you in the eyes more?
This is so wrong. He must've noticed your lost gaze as he speaks up.
‘’Wanna watch a movie?’’ He proposes and you nod, anything is better than the silence hanging in the air. Silence you caused. For thinking... things about him.
Of course Tomura ends up choosing the most depressing film anyone can possibly watch in an internet café at 6 AM, Fallen Angels, and the dramatic cuts make it hard for you to concentrate. He at a certain point leans closer to you but you justify it, how else would he be able to see?
During this one scene, the woman pleasured herself with her legs closed, rubbing together and that’s when you feel a soft hand touch on your thigh. The dress you wore rode up, because your legs rested on the table ahead so it gave him the space he needed. The movement made you tingle and your core involuntarily contracted. The smooth fingers teasingly trailed up and down your leg, from your knees to your inner thighs. You didn’t want to look at him—he was too close and the scene seemed endless. But…he went on about it as if nothing was happening.
Without saying a word, he carried on. A pad of his finger tip dangerously close to your now heated entrance, the images flashing before your eyes lewd, his hand tempting and threatening to reach your already soaked cunt—all this while the two of you hadn’t even shared a kiss. But he doesn't stop, looking ahead and acting like everything’s fine, until he touches your lower lips and you hiss, his finger traces the wet spot over your underwear while you try to move and speak up.
‘’W–what are y—’’
‘’Shh..’’ is all he says.
You want to tell him no. But no to what? You like the feeling of his two fingers against your folds. His palm moves your panties to the side and he stuffs them inside—they dampen from the fluids. How is he that quick? You can’t form a response but you’re about to ask him why—
‘’All that and I haven’t even kissed you.’’ He murmurs, gaze still fixated on the television ahead as you moan, when he slowly pumps them within your walls. Fuck, are you turned on by this?
‘’P-please..’’ You whisper, turning to look at him and for the first time, his eyes are removed from the stupid TV, a sly smile on his features as he tears away his hand.
‘’What is it? Want the incel to kiss you? Maybe even fuck you to prove a point?’’ He says and you frown.
‘’I—no, I have to go.’’ You get up, fixing (lowering) your dress—you have nowhere to go but you’ll figure it out eventually. You think staying longer only plays into his cruel intentions and whilst you can’t deny the pleasure he could give you, your pride’s in the way.
‘’You’re not going anywhere.’’ A wet hand clasps around your wrist and brings you on his lap, as he grins; you seem confused at the sensation. You are hiding the TV screen but he couldn't care less, he never paid attention to the movie.
‘’Feel the stain you left, too?’’ He says as he brings your face closer with the sticky palm grabbing you by the hair. You softly moan, noticing the small mole up close and feeling a bulge poke where your bodies meet. You sway your hips in a silent effort to have him initiate a kiss, you feel desperate and curse yourself again internally. He can only smile.
(You were so clueless, walking around in that slutty dress earlier—making him hard like that, did you even know it?)
He’s quick to kiss you, eager for more already, as mouths clash, teeth collide, the need you both have exceeds proper manners. You sloppily grind against him, the friction from a long outline beneath you makes it hard to think.
‘’I’m guessing, you’re really fucking the incel then.’’ He half smirks as he grabs you and repositions you to sit on his now fully hard cock that throbs in his pants; he lifts your dress above your ass and guides your hips sluggishly back and forth—he’s tormenting you and he enjoys it to the fullest.
‘’T-tomura..p-please.’’ You whine, the urge to have him inside you makes you blabber.
‘’Please what?’’ He slides a hand behind your waist, lowering it to find your slit from behind, his fingers pet your cunt and you moan. Loudly. He is tugging at your panties, the fabric annoys him and he wants full access and the words. The words to prove his point.
‘’P–please...fuck me already!’’ You breathe out and he groans to the sound of your voice.
The ironic remark he prepared evaporates as he quickly pushes you back, just enough to not fall off his lap and quickly unzips his pants, thanking god for not wearing a belt.
His pants and underwear are sloppily moved down his knees, as his cock jumps with a pop on his lower abdomen, stiff with a weeping tip. Pretty veins throb around it as your eyes widen.
Shit, he’s big, can you take him?
‘’I’d ask for a nice blowjob, dollface, but wouldn’t want the feminists after me.’’ He says as he brings you close, kissing you yet again, a string of spit runs down your jaw, as your hands roam his tangled, uncombed hair.
He positions you on his cock, one hand snakes around your waist while the other one clings to the back of your scalp and you’re swiftly lifted by the head and pushed down on him, as you let out a scream.
‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ He hisses, quickly looking around, the sensation from almost his whole length makes you tremble, he feels too full, too painful...too good.
‘’Shit, c’mon now you got this.’’ He encourages as you hesitantly move up and down his cock, gripping his shoulders and looking at him; he seems more concentrated on the sensation than your body, staring at you while you wrap around his length.
‘’Fuck...dollface, this too much for ya?’’ He tries not to grunt and you give your best not to cry, each moment that goes by turning the initial pain to pleasure—your cunt adjusts slowly and bit by bit to his girth.
‘’T-tomura... y-yes..it’s too much!’’ You whine, sweat forms in your forehead as his hand finds your swollen clit and circles it while your nails dig deeper in his shirt.
‘’You can take it.’’ He says, he feels you squeezing him in, you bounce with dedication on his legs, making the couch squeak as if on some sex tape—you want to bring yourself even closer. So nasty, aren't you? Acting righteous, only to fuck yourself on his cock like a desperate whore.
‘’I-ugh-p-please..’’ You try to speak but he secures his hand around your torso and sinks (lower than before) down the couch. Two strong hands force you to stay still in the air while he drills himself into you at a steady pace, kind of sloppily too. Both of you moan, the position gives equal pleasure, your clit bumps on his groin and his cock reaches your g-spot with ease.
‘’S–Shit, you’re squeezing way too much, haven’t you been fucked like this before?’’ He sounds annoyed but the stammer in his voice betrays him.
Not like this, you want to say but can’t really speak the words. Your weight falls entirely on him, he doesn’t mind one bit—he loves it actually, this skin on skin contact as he guides you on his cock, it feels surreal. He hits soft and spongy spots inside while you slowly fall apart.
‘’T-Tomura right there..I ugh—I'm close!’’ The sensation overwhelms you, his eyes are still fixated on your face, yeah I can tell, he thinks. He gets off on your desperation, mouth parted all for him? Your eyes threaten to spill by the way he tears apart your cunt and morals bit by bit.. it’s–
‘’Tomura, aren't you closing yet?’’ Someone asks from outside, interrupting the moment. The shutters only reveal a pair of shoes.
‘’Yeah, I’m on it.’’ Shigaraki stops composed, cockwarming you in a funny way, while a hand, his hand covers your mouth. Your eyes widen as slick trickles down his thighs in silence.
‘’Alright, see you then.’’ The man leaves and he cusses him out. (''Cunt.'')
‘’We’re not done.’’ He turns his attention back to you and seizes your face, bringing your mouth closer.
‘’Open up.’’ He orders and you do, clenching around him in anticipation.
He spits in it and closes the gap with his index finger.
‘’Swallow or I won’t continue.’’ You quickly gulp down.
‘’So obedient all of a sudden, aren't you?’’ Sarcasm evident as he gives your ass a solid hit, before starting to get back on his pace, only more rough this time, he longs for your release on him. You’re moving up and down his length, trying to grab anything accessible really, his hair, the back of the couch, under his shirt and you feel your orgasm resurface stronger; the delay highlighted all of your senses.
‘’T-Tomura—’’ You shudder, as his cock hits your g-spot expertly–fuck, this guy wasn't some incel–and your swollen clit has to brush one last time past his groin before you feel an overwhelming orgasm take over. You clamp down his length and moan embarrassingly (Fuck Tomura! I–I'm...too good!) This time he lets you, he needs to hear this.
‘’Fuuck—agh, look at you dollface.’’ He hums, a feminist creaming herself on my cock, he wants to add but it’s too many words and you just came so he wastes no time. He brings your neck close to his mouth and bites on it, teeth sink into your flesh and hands force you all the way down. His cum spills inside and he groans, trying to stifle his moans by biting down the sensitive skin even harder.
And fuck if that isn’t hot.
He keeps you on him, arms fasten around your waist with cum dripping onto his lowered pants but neither of you bother to care; ragged breaths and the sounds of the film still playing are audible as more light enters through the rolled shutters.
God must’ve been on your side that day because a message appears on your screen moments after you both wordlessly got up and cleaned yourselves in the bathroom. Tomura would have to clean again, you think, as the message on your phone signals your time to leave.
You turn to look at him, he has removed his shirt and small nail scratches decorate his pale back and you..smile. What the hell? Was this..? Oh no—You try to find an appropriate goodbye.
See you soon? Thanks for the mind blowing dick? You aren’t the incel I thought you were? Everything seems embarrassing at present time.
‘’I-I’ll be seeing you soon.’’ You opt for that, stupid as it is, you still look at him in anticipation. He turns to you, hands on the mop cleaning near the couch and nods.
Great, you think, that was a disaster. You defeatedly walk (actually stoop to get past the almost closed door) feeling like a hooker after a client, miserable and kind of used. This is always the worst part.
You feel an arm touch your shoulder, you’ve only taken a few steps in the daylight.
‘’Take this in case you revoke your incel statement.’’
Tomura hands you a piece of paper and quickly disappears behind the store’s shadows.
the three of you decided to move in together to save on rent during your sidekick residencies (when you were making little to no money)
it’s a two bedroom apartment, so you get your own and touya and tenko have to share (they have a bunk bed <3)
the three of you fist fight for the bathroom because there’s only one. it gets vicious.
sometimes when the todoroki house is especially unbearable, shoto will spend the night! you and tenko are like honorary older siblings to him
unless you’re a good (and willing) cook, half your collective paychecks go towards ordering food. neither touya nor tenko are very good cooks beyond incredibly basic dishes — and more than that, they’re lazy. your place is constantly littered with takeout boxes and receipts
if you can cook, you’re their saving grace! however, they will abuse your services <3 although they have plenty of ways to repay you (their words, not mine. make of that what you will.)
thursday night game night is brutal. mario kart and uno will have you three not speaking for DAYS
just dance is also in the rotation. you and touya are decent (though touya is ultra-competitive and kind of flamboyant with it), but tenko can’t dance for shit. it’s the only game he’s bad at and the two of you never let him live that down
the three of you try to get patrol hours together when you can but if not you’ll just text each other memes during your free time
your groupchat is a mess. unspeakable crimes in there. if it were ever leaked your lives would be over.
every time you go grocery shopping, every time without fail one of you forgets something. bagels but no cream cheese, out of bread for the next week, left the grapes in the cereal aisle, etc etc
you get a lot of noise complaints from your neighbors but the three of you always pull the hero card whenever you get in trouble
“we’re out here risking our lives for your safety and wellbeing and you have the audacity to complain about our music????!!!”
your landlord hates you three
dividers by @/yuppijin — think i would actually kms if i had to live with Men like this but that’s the beauty of fanfic <33
