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Nightclub

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

quick read (sub 1k) // borderline suggestive?

Imagine going out drinking with Tomura Shigaraki when the league has a night off and everyone else wanted to stay in. It’s weird, at first, seeing him out of the house like this. You’re shocked he agreed to leave the hideout at all, but with how close he’s stayed to you all night you’re starting to think he just wanted to spend time together.

Dressed all in black, he looks so out of place in the loud, borderline tacky club. But you have to admit there’s something cute about it. Like he’s the only real thing here. Besides, the otherwise brash rainbow lights look beautiful flickering over his pale skin. Has he always been this gorgeous? How have you not noticed?

With the space heating up, he ditches the giant jacket revealing a thin black v-neck and… Holy fuck, his arms. The few drinks you have in you spark an uncharacteristic boldness. You need to touch them. Moving around the tiny high top table, you drag your fingertips over his surprisingly soft skin. He lets you, but not without blushing. Looking away slightly, he bites his lip then mumbles “you’re drunk” close enough to your face that you can feel his breath on your lips. You roll your eyes in response. His mouth curls into a smirk and you try to remember if he’s always looked at you this softly.

Wrapping your hand fully around his bicep, you pull him into the crowd.

“Dance with me,” you murmur into his ear. Amazingly, he follows. Settling into the edge of the crowd, you turn to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer. His palms meet your hips. It's more of a sway than a dance, but you don't mind. Burying your face in the crook of his shoulder, your mouth connects gently with his collar bone. Kissing your way up until you reach his jaw. Opening your eyes, you see that he's breathing as hard as you are.

He gazes at you for a moment, before moving back in. His rough lips graze yours in a way that feels too soft for your surroundings. He tastes like vodka and redbull. His soft shirt has the lingering scent of soap and something like leaves on the fall, but sweeter. Everything about him draws you further in. The world spins around making you feel alone together in a room filled with people. His hands move up to your waist, continuing to sway with you to the uptempo music blaring through the speakers nearby.

He pulls back slightly, nose brushing against yours before he presses your foreheads together. For a moment he stays here. Eyes closed, arms wrapped around you, simply enjoying the closeness. He wants to tell you how happy he is to be here with you. That he’s wanted this for ages. He wants you to know you can have him any time you want without the expensive drinks and all the time you spent getting ready.

But he won’t say it.

Instead, he kisses you again. Pouring every ounce of himself into it and hoping you feel the same.

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Vanilla

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

fluffy birthday smut unofficially in the same universe as Concrete Dust contains: kinda switchy/mostly subby Shigaraki, gn/afab reader, light choking, fingering (m receiving), blowjob.

It was a long day. Every bit of it is etched into the new scratches on Tomura Shigaraki’s face as he stumbles through the door to your apartment. Without many words, he hugs you before grabbing some extra clothes and heading to the shower. That’s pretty normal for him, he usually needs time to adjust from everything outside.

He’s safe here.

Your space is a stark contrast from the world he just came from. A place where he can replace hard decisions and threats on his life with warm fuzzy blankets and the scent of freshly baked vanilla cake. You hear the water come on and a few minutes later, the smell of your shampoo joins the mix.

He doesn’t always shower when he gets to your place, but the times he does, he takes his time. This gives you a chance to straighten up a bit, add a little extra icing to his cake, and debate if the gifts you got him are too much.

You think back to your birthday when he went all out, blowing off everything just to spend the day with you. He felt bad about it, it's not like the two of you can go out or anything, but it meant the world to you. Besides, no one else was available until the weekend anyways which he felt somewhat reassured by. You remember wishing he could join you then, for the official celebration. Wanting so badly to show off your amazing boyfriend to anyone and everyone who would spare a glance in your direction, but sadly you can't give him that. So, the bag of things that reminded you of him sitting on the arm of your couch will have to do.

The shower stops and after a while, you hear him step out. Eventually, he emerges, joining you in the living room as you finish tidying up.

“Happy birthday,” you smile at him. He presses his lips together and hums but you don’t miss the corner of a smirk. In his baggy sweatpants and tight v-neck, he looks cute. Tired and wet, but cute. His milky white hair is still dripping, darkening the fabric of his shirt where it reaches his shoulders.

Typically, Tomura is more chatty but today he looks like he's had to talk too much already. He makes up for the words he hasn’t found yet with a need for closeness. Stepping forward, he cages you between his arms. In an instant, his lips are on yours as he practically shoves you into the wall with his face. He kisses you like he desperately needs it. You kiss him back the same.

Tomura pulls away for air, grabbing your hair with one hand before bringing you back in. He’s careful, but forceful. His lips are still soft from the warm humid shower air and he tastes sweet in a way you can only describe as distinctly him.

“So, what do you want for your birthday?” you whisper against his lips.

“You,” he mumbles, kissing you harder.

“You have that. What else do you want?” It takes a while before he comes up with an answer, still frantically taking the affection he can get from you before he slows a bit.

“I want to not think,” he replies lazily while kissing you, “to not make any decisions and not be in charge of anything for a while.” You open your eyes to see him out of breath, eyes half lidded. Everything in you wants to take care of him, give him everything he never knew to want.

“Okay,” you say softly, “we can do that.” You grab the front of his shirt and lead him to the bedroom. He happily lets you. When you get to the bed, you pull him in front of you before pushing him down onto the comforter. Crimson eyes stare up at you, waiting.

He continues watching as you slowly climb on top of him. It’s your turn to kiss him now, and you do so lovingly. Your hand moves over his throat, gripping the muscles on either side and giving him a little squeeze. He moans, pressing up into it so hard you can feel his pulse against your fingers. You keep this up on and off as you gently run your lips over his.

You pull off his shirt, feeling the dewy skin underneath. When you first met, he was a lot skinnier. He was attractive then and he's attractive now, but getting to explore his new muscles has been fun in a way you didn't initially expect.

“Need more of you,” he grumbles. His hand grips your shirt, turning it to dust. That’s okay. By now, you’ve stopped wearing anything you care about when you’re alone with him for that reason.

“You have to be patient,” you say, noting that he seems to have gotten what he wants already by seeing you shirtless. “You said you didn’t want to be in charge tonight.”

He pouts, but his hands curl into fists held against his chest. You take one, then the other, pulling them over his head. With one hand, you press both of his wrists into the bed while the other returns to his neck. The muscles in his arms flex as he adjusts and you know he could easily escape your grasp if he tried, but he won’t. His eyes close and he relaxes into your touch.

You lightly kiss his eyelids then work your way down to his neck. He gasps, arching off the bed into your lips. In response, your free hand slides down his back.

“Roll over,” you whisper in his ear, moving to the side to let him. He does so, laying across your lap.

“Like this?” he asks, hands still held over his head without you keeping them there.

“Perfect.”

You run your fingers up and down his spine. The skin is smooth, dotted with scars here and there. Most are pale, like the rest of him, and raised. Some are still healing. You wonder where they all came from as you lean in to kiss each one. His muscles tense just below the surface as he inhales sharply through his teeth.

After being together for nearly a year, you assumed he’d get used to it but he’s just as sensitive to your affection as ever. At least now he's not surprised by it, giving in to letting you make him feel nice.

Bringing your hands lower, your fingertips slide along his waistband, dipping under the elastic. The skin is just as soft, it feels delicate under your touch.

“Take these off,” you pull at his underwear and he sits up to help. The outline of his erection presses into the fabric, springing out as he quickly pulls off the last of his clothes. Once he's completely naked, he looks down at you with eyebrows up - you're still clothed minus the t-shirt he destroyed earlier. You're starting to feel warm anyways so you take off your sweatpants which seems to be good enough for him. He lays back over your lap like earlier. However, this time you feel him pressing his hard dick between your thighs.

“What, it's comfortable,” he mumbles into the bed.

“I never said anything,” you reply, amused.

It's cute when he's so turned on.

Your hands find his skin again and continue exploring. His back. His legs. You slide further up, tentatively rubbing from his inner thigh to his lower ass. His back arches for you. Tomura is a lot less bratty now that he’s getting what he wants, what he’s always wanted. Kindness. Tenderness. The feeling of being loved and cared for. He knows you want him to feel good and he's happy to give in to it.

“Want more?”

Tomura nods, groaning something close to a muffled “mmmmhmmm.”

You reach under the bed behind you for a bottle of lube. This definitely doesn’t happen every time you see him, but you got close once and now keep it nearby just in case things go in this direction. After lightly coating your fingers, you resume touching him. Sliding your hands across the back of his balls and over his entrance. As you run your fingertip over his hole, he contracts slightly at the contact. He looks back at you, eyes locking onto yours over his shoulder. You glance down questioningly as you swirl your finger with more pressure before your eyes flick back at him.

Quickly, he nods.

Adding extra lube, more than you think you need, you resuming your teasing. Lightly brushing over his tender skin. You have him writhing under you in no time. His hips jerk and press his hard cock between your thighs for friction at every little touch you give him.

He's ready.

The lube pools around the tip of your middle finger as it buries itself in him, sliding easily to your first knuckle. Staying here for a moment, your free hand runs up and down his back reassuringly.

“You're doing so good,” you murmur to him. Your fingers find his hair, running through the half wet strands. "You look so fucking pretty taking me in you like this."

Slowly, he relaxes around you, letting you slip further in little by little. When you reach your second knuckle, you pull out slightly before leisurely moving back in. You do this for a bit and soon, he's a whimpering mess.

Perfect.

The rest of your finger slides in easily. You swirl and press, finding all of his sensitive spots. He pulses around you, practically sucking you further in.

You watch him relax, as the long day slips away. It doesn't matter now. Nothing else matters.

Your free hand finds his, brushing the veins on top as he tries not to grip your sheets. The noises he makes are like music to your ears. With everything he’s been through, it’s always nice to see him enjoying himself. You’re happy to be the small sanctuary in his chaotic life.

“Please,” he moans, looking up at you over his shoulder. “More.”

His pupils are huge, making his eyes look soft in a way you could lose yourself in if you’re not careful. Drool coats his lips, the bottom one indented and pink from him biting it so hard. How could you possibly say no to that?

With a little more lube, you pull out slightly and carefully add a second finger. It goes in easier than the first. He lets out a cracked moan, back arching further for you. Sliding in and out of him, you begin scissoring your fingers. Once more, he’s struggling to hold still. His hips thrust against your legs with more desperation. You know that tempo well and can tell he's getting close. Pressing your fingers into his most sensitive spot, you pick up your pace to match his. Your hand moves back to his hair, gripping it close to the scalp, tugging harder.

“Jus' like that,” he moans, “fuck, I'm gonna cum.”

With a few more juts of his hips, he presses down harder.

You do the same.

His warmth spills over your legs as he cries out your name in gasps. It's slippery so he slides easily against you before settling back onto your lap. He collapses into the bed, back moving with his heavy breath. Your fingers still then carefully slide out. He rolls off of you and onto his side. You continue massaging his scalp while your other hand wipes your legs off with his discarded shirt.

“You’re not done yet,” you whisper into his ear, leaning in close. “You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy on your birthday?”

“Not done?” he asks in a daze.

“Not yet,” you smile and shake your head. "Still have one more in you?"

He nods. “How do you want me?”

“Roll onto your back.” He does, legs splayed as he catches his breath. You move to the foot of the bed, pushing his thighs over your shoulders as you crawl in closer. Your cheek rests against the inside of his leg as you pause here.

“You’re cute when you’re tired,” you say, running your hand lightly over his semi-hard dick. He snickers. Tomura has never found himself cute or understood why you do, but he’s given up arguing against it. Now that he trusts you not to lie to him, he secretly loves when you complement him like that – even if he doesn't know how to respond.

Once more, you re-coat your hand in lube to prepare for him. Tipping his knees further back into his chest, you make space for your hand and slide a finger in again. This time swirling the one to let him get used to the sensation from this angle. He exhales softly, closing his eyes for a moment and relaxing into the touch. Your other hand finds the base of his increasing erection. With a few strokes, you grip him in a way that allows you to glide your lips over his head. Working your mouth over him, you feel him grow harder in you. Your tongue swirls over the tip of him and he moans in response. His hand finds the back of your head, carefully moving the hair from your face and holding it back. He stares down at you in awe.

You continue like this until your jaw is barely starting to ache. Pressing the finger in him towards you, he practically jumps at how tender it is.

“Is tha okayh?” you mumble as well as you can while keeping him in your mouth.

“Uh-hungh,” he replies breathily, “perfect.”

His brows furrow and he bites his lip, barely able to hold it together. You continue the motion while bringing your thumb up to caress his balls. Involuntarily, he begins pressing his hips up for you to take him further into your mouth.

“Sorry,” he cries and you know what’s happening before you feel it.

This time, he spills into your mouth and throat. Making eye contact, you let it drip over him as you continue bobbing your head over the tip of his dick. He loves to watch – especially when it’s messy. His eyes light-up at the sight. For the first time all night, his face cracks into a full smile before he throws his head back onto the bed panting.

When you first pull him to his feet, he's a little dizzy. That's fair, most of his blood still hasn't made it's way back to his brain yet. You wrap your arm around his waist and walk with him to the bathroom. In the sink, you wash your hands as the shower water heats up. Once it's warm, you help him into the bathtub where he sits, letting the water pour over him like rain.

He looks spent.

Tomura’s big pretty eyes stare up at you as you peel off your clothes to join him. You take your time helping him clean up, being mindful of how sensitive he still feels. He leans against your leg for support. You savor the moment, it's not every day you get to see him this worn out from benevolent reasons.

Eventually, the water grows cooler and you shut off the tap. Grabbing a fresh towel, you dry him off, doing all the work – it’s his birthday, after all. When you’re both clean, dry, and redressed you bring him some water while he melts into your couch. He looks so cute in the oversized onesie you bought him. You head back to the kitchen to get his cake. Putting a singular candle on top, you bring it out to him.

“Make a wish!” you exclaim before he blows the candle out.

“Don’t have to wish for anything now,” he smiles at you sleepily.

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taglist: @shigarakislaughter @cryptidfuckerofficial @minniessskii @vaval3ntin @ykyouluvme

@dummi666 @lotus-flower420 @nonominchan @softnfuzzy @mysticalhills

@reireitaka @crwavee @baby-pink-flowers @drlucichen @frieren-imposter

@lou-the-naga-queen @multifandomidk @kitkat13001 @kennys-partner @amira-44820

@its-evee16 @love-for-yoosung-kim

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