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You like that? Part 1

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Bully!Reader x Emokid!Shigaraki

All you ever do is hurt him, so why does he get a hard on every time he sees you?! Shigaraki who gets bullied by reader but some how likes it? (Tomura and Reader are in their last year of high-school in this story, but I feel like Yomura would be 19 and not 18 cause he got held back or something so that's what you can think if you like teehee)

TWs - Bullying, Violence, Smut, Masturbation, semi-public sexual activity, mentions of cuts, bruises. (If I missed anything please tell me, I'm still new to this whole writing thing😅)

He's running late to class, again. He really shouldn't have stayed up so late to play video games but he was at the final boss level, what could he do? Go to bed knowing the boss was just sitting there, undefeated? So here he is now, speed walking to class so he doesn't draw more attention to himself by arriving late to class. "Tomura!~" that sultry sweet voice that he could recognize anywhere filled his ears right as a foot stuck out from the lockers beside him that were appearantly hiding you and your best friend from his line of sight. Tripping over said foot, Shigaraki almost face plants onto the hard tile, his hands stretching out at the last second. He still did hit his nose pretty hard though, and blood began to trickle down his face as he looked up to see you.

His face began to heat and he was so glad that he had just gotten hurt so the redness from his nose blended with the colour speading on to his pale cheeks, hiding the fact that he was, in fact, blushing. You and your friend giggled while he stared up at you. Was the stupid look on his face from the shock of the fall or the awe he felt as he stared at your form?

The school had a uniform and dress code, but your outfit stood out among the sea of others. Buttons undone to show part of your cleavage, jewelery and makeup that were very much not allowed, and a beige and pink sweater tied around your waist to complete the look. To Shigaraki, the florescent lights of the school hallway shining behind you made you look like an angel, the smile on your face infectious as you laughed at his pain.

"You're so clumsy Tomu," You said with fake concern in your voice. You stepped your chunky black heels that you wore instead of the standard school shoes into his chest, pressing into his sternum as you smirked down at him. "Sorry but you're in my way, do you mind?" You sighed, stepping over him, one foot after the other pushing into his skin. "Be more careful next time ok!" You said before turning and kicking him in the side, chuckling as you walked off with your friend.

Shigaraki laid there for a little while longer, feeling the pain blooming over his torso as he imagined the bruises that were already forming. He reached a hand down to adjust the bulge in his pants before wiping the blood from his nose off his face and getting up off the ground. He looked around, making sure the hallway was empty before continuing his way to class, for sure late now.

At lunch, instead of going to the cafeteria he made his way to the bathroom. One that was hidden far out of the way of the cafeteria and any classrooms, beneath a stairwell that led to who knows were. He stood in front of one of the mirrors, lifting his shirt so he could finally see what you had done to him. Almost the entirety of his upper half was covered in bruises, the reds and purples mixing along his skin.

He flinched as he pressed into one, feeling the delicious ache that followed making him shiver. He rushed into a stall, almost panting with need as he unbuttoned his ripped jeans and unzipped them just enough to free his hard cock from the confines of his boxers. With thoughts you and the bruises you cause him making his head swim he spat in his hand and gripped onto the base of his hard length, squeezing and tugging gently. He shoved his shirt into his mouth to keep it out of the way, drool drenching the fabric.

'This is so degrading' he thought to himself, but that didn't stop the heat in his stomach that ensued at the thought of being marked by you with bruises and cuts. He knew he was pathetic, but he couldn't care. Not when he could feel his cock throbbing in his palm as he stroked up and down and up and down, till he was almost shaking in pleasure. He was so, so close, breath heavy and coming out in short bursts while he twitched and quivered at the stimulation.

But one thing Shigaraki didn't account for was that he might not be alone in this secluded restroom.

to be continued~

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MDNI!

Perv!Konig x Bestfriend!Reader headcannons

Perv!Konig who is your best friend. He's constantly over at your home visiting and having sleepovers. He's almost become a roomate with how often he takes up the space on your couch.

Perv!Konig who loves cuddling with you on the couch while watching late night movie marathons, platonically of course! His large frame leaves little to no space for you on your small couch, so why not just sit on top of him.

Perv!Konig Who always wants to watch scary movies 'cause he loves how you press your face into his chest whenever you get jumpscared, your own chest pressing against him while rising and falling rapidly from you deep breaths as you try to calm yourself.

Perv!Konig who can't even focus on whatever movie you're watching 'cause he has to concentrate all his efforts into not getting hard under you while feeling your soft, supple flesh press against his body, moving and shaking slightly on his lap from laughter or fear depending on what movie your watching.

Perv!Konig who peeks at you in the shower when he's over, admiring the curve of your ass and tits while you lather up. His pants grow tight at the sight of your soft skin under the stream of water, mind running wild with thought of how good you'd smell and how warm you'd feel after getting out and drying off. He almost passes out when you lift your leg to wash it and he gets a glimpse of your pussy between your plush thighs.

Perv!Konig who secretly steals your panties out of your laundry basket before he leaves, leaving you confused as to where your favorite pair of cute undies has disappeared to while he sniffs at the lacy undergarment, tugging at his hard cock to the though of you while your sweet scent consumes him, mind blanking as he begins to use your panties to jerk himself, the thought of your soft pussy indirectly touching his cock being enough for him to cum hard with a few more tugs at his thick shaft.

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