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nishiyako · 6 months

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Ganked (NSFW)

Paring : Shigaraki x Sleeping!Reader

Tags : Somnophilia, CNC, Creampie, Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Sloppy make-outs, Established Relationship, Reader wakes up, Thigh rubs, Aftercare if you squint, Gamer shiggy, Fluffy ending

Summary : After a rough night, Tomura sees you so perfectly vulnerable on his bed. pissed and horny, he gives into his instincts, he's only human.

(Gank - a video game slang that means to kill, defeat, or take advantage of a weaker or unexpecting player)

Tomura slammed down the mouse on top of his mouse pad, instantly regretting his decision when he heard you shift in your sheets. He was afraid you’d wake up, but you were long gone since 9 pm. You looked so comfortable and serene in his bed, wearing the hoodie you stole from him.

He wished he could be the same, playing what felt like the hundredth game of the night.

The screen illuminated his keyboard as he typed a sarcastic “Nice.” In the chat, openly being disappointed in his teammates and their idiocy. The game was beyond repair, and there were no possible ways he could save the match except to call an early forfeit.

He wonders why he keeps coming back to this shit game.

He looked back at the defeat screen, cracking his tense knuckles, thinking if he played another round, everything would work out. Maybe his next team wouldn't be so shortsighted and know how to play the game right.

He minimized the tab as he didn’t even care about seeing the endgame stats, knowing he did all the work. his eyes widen, seeing the time in the corner of his monitor. He sighs in annoyance, knowing he probably should be joining you in bed at this time. Not that he didn’t want to. He just wanted to be able to show you something cool when you woke up.

But he’s played unlucky match after unlucky match. It seems like it's been forever since he actually won a game without carrying the whole thing.

He takes off his head phones, Tomura gets off his gamer chair, cringing at the squeaks it made in his wake, making the headache his teammates give him worse.

His eyes widened once more, seeing the state you were in. you looked perfect.

You were sound asleep, completely defenseless as you kicked the covers off of yourself, your hair spread on the pillow, framing your comfortable expression as his hoodie draped over you, slightly exposing your thighs peeking through and he swore he saw the cute pink fabric in between your legs, so thin it felt like he could rip it off you.

He placed his hand over his nearly drooling mouth, making his hand run through to his jaw before placing it on his nape. He judged the situation, remembering a few weeks ago you did say somnophilia was hot, but would that count as a yes?

If it was, did you plan this? Was this what you wanted? Or if it wasn't, would you forgive him?

He took his chances, already having a shitty night. It's what he deserved. it's what he needed.

He kneeled over you before spreading your legs open and putting his between them, locking them around his waist.

He tested the waters, giving your thighs a gentle rub, making sure he avoided using all five fingers.

As he moves closer to your core, he could see your folds against the thin fabric, his hand slowly creeping towards the silky fiber. He saw as you shifted against the bed, having a slight wince on your face before going back to your peaceful state. Were you awake?

“Hey, angel.” his raspy low voice called out, “You awake right now?” he asked, but he’d be met with no response.

He took a weak sigh before finally slipping your panties to the side, coating his middle and ring finger with his tongue, before slowly slicking it up your folds, rubbing against your clit. He heard a mumble come out of your lips, something like a whine as you shifted your shoulders, and your legs trying to close your thighs yet kept apart by his own.

He wonders what you're feeling right now, what you 're thinking about. Him, he hoped.

Once he started to feel your juices on his palm, he knew you were ready. Dipping both fingers into you as you let out the cutest whine he's ever heard, it brought a smile to his scarred lips, seeing you squirm under him.

He started to sway his fingers inside you, the way he knew you liked it. He saw your eyes stress as your breathing became uneven. He didn’t want you to wake up, but he also wanted to wake you up with the good sex you deserved, looking like such a cute display.

“You can open your eyes, I know you’re awake.” Though he had no proof, he still wanted to act like he still had some morals, though a part of him liked having the thought of you unconscious and defenseless.

“I know you want it.” he swore to himself, knowing he couldn't hold back for long. You 're so much tighter when you’re asleep.

He pulled his fingers out of you, seeing it already covered in slick. It only made his cock throb.

He licked your juices off of his digits, tasting your bitter-sweet allurement on his tongue.

After a few more one-sided debates, he finally undid the tie on his sweatpants, pulling it off and throwing it to the corner of the bed.

Was he really about to do this? He thought to himself, knowing that you were a tease sometimes, especially when he wouldn't give you attention. Was that what you wanted? Attention?

He chuckled at the thought, thinking of the possibility of you just being an attention-whore for him, so adorable.

He finally positioned against you, just his swollen tip inside your heat.

Slowly pushed in, making you feel fuller every inch that enters. He curses under his breath, feeling you take him so nicely.

He lifted your hips at an angle to enter you carefully. He saw you, eyes closed and mouth agape and started coming to your senses.

Your eyes flickered open to see your beloved boyfriend, balls deep inside you. You thought you were dreaming, thinking it was just another perverted dream you were having at first until he started moving, a slow thrust giving your cervix a kiss with the head of his cock, your eyes roll to the back of your head realizing you weren't dreaming.

“Morning babe” he said with a sadistic grin seeing you so sensitive from a single thrust, “Sorry for waking you up” his faux apology made your ears ring as you started seeing white, already with him ruthlessly thrusting into you while he saw you crumble under him, no chance to adjust or pry him off of you (not like you wanted to) as he crouched down, capturing your lips in a lazy kiss.

You taste the sugary energy drinks, but you also taste something bitter on his tongue. It makes your mind race. What else did he do to you while you were asleep?

It was wrong. You know you shouldn’t be encouraging this, but you couldn’t get enough of getting stuffed while you’re half awake. Especially with his smirking lips against yours, his tongue forcing itself down your throat.

his cock slips out halfway, covered in slick, so much that it drips between your thighs.

Your thighs are sticky, and your eyes squeeze at the feeling, completely ruining your panties. He shoves back in roughly, making you jolt.

He backs from the kiss, hearing your uneven breaths as you cling onto him, hugging around his neck as he continues to rut into you.

He wasn't sure if it was the fact that you were tired and sensitive or you were really turned on, but he was living for this reaction. Clinging onto him, trying to suppress your moans to not wake up any of the rest of the league in the base, especially in the middle of the night.

His attention drew to your face. Shigaraki couldn’t form any teasing remarks, seeing you so cock drunk and groggy really made his evening.

He didn't know how long he'd last seeing you like this. He felt helpless when it came to you. You were out of his league, and he knew that, yet here he is, helping himself to a quick use of your hole.

Your foreheads pressed together, moaning against his lips as he watched how your warm body moved up and down the sheets every time he thrusted into you. tempered by the groggy atmosphere, it made everything better and a bit sloppy, not like he minded.

Your legs tensed, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over again, so painfully good it had you seeing stars every time he rutted against you.

The sudden ego boost getting to his head watching you writhe on his cock, your hands pawing at his soft hair, giving the occasional tug.

Your back arched, his face buried in the crook of your neck, working on a few love bites and hickeys to see in the morning.

Your desperate mewls could only mean one thing, you were close. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging onto him so desperately.

“Tomura, I’m close-” you whispered in his ear, trying to make as little noise as possible. “Y-yeah, me too.” he responded in a shaky voice. His thrusts became more clumsy as you tightened when you heard his voice.

“You want it inside, don't you?” he teased. He saw you nod, meeting his gaze with your desperate doe eyes

He chuckled to himself before holding you a bit closer, forcing you to open your legs a bit more before a few more thrusts. You felt his warm milky seed fill inside you, painting your insides before it leaked out of you, staining the sheets.

He gave your thighs a rub before placing a soft kiss on your lips, slowly pulling out and watching it drip out of your abused hole.

It wasn't long before he dried you off, brought you new panties, and snuggled up with you.

He held you in your half-awake state, rubbing the small of your back, sneaking his hands under the hoodie you’re wearing.

“You aren't mad at me, are you?” he asked in a sheepish tone. He started thinking of ways to justify himself and his actions until you spoke in a croaky, sleepy tone. “Why would I be?” you asked, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I had fun, Tomura. thank you.” you said softly before giving him a smile and a soft kiss to match.

Though he still felt guilty taking advantage of you being in such a vulnerable state, he still smiled seeing you so satisfied at the end of the day.

#mha smut #shigaraki smut #tomura shigiraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x y/n #tomura smut #tomura shigaraki smut #tenko shimura x reader #i dont wanna add tags )):

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nishiyako · 9 months

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Intoxicated (NSFW)

Paring : Incel!Shigaraki x Drunk!Reader

Tags : Drunk sex, Blow Jobs, Hand jobs, Thigh Riding, Riding, Vaginal Penetration, Unprotected sex, Creampie, slight voyeurisim (Dabi), Pervy Shiggy, Name calling (Whore & Angel), Gaming sesh, Pre-PLF coded shiggy (Idk, I just like him that way), Happy Ending <33

Summary : The pent-up sexual frustration was building up while drinking with your colleagues, so you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.

Tomura was the type to stay in his room in the base, doing whatever incels liked to do.

When you'd pass his door, you'd hear the clacking of a keyboard accompanied by various sound effects from video games. Just like tonight, you passed by his room while you heard just that.

You knocked on his door before waiting afew seconds, you pried the door open to see his back turned from you and eyes fixated on his monitors like always.

"Hey boss, y'gonna join us?" You asked, holding the alcohol bottles for him to see. His head only turned enough to see you in the corner of his eye, red crimson eyes seeing the bottles only to look back to the screen.

He wasn't wearing any headphones, so he was obviously ignoring you as a 'no'. You rolled your eyes before heading out of his room, closing the door in front of you.

You sat with the rest of the league. "Where's sigaraki?" Spinner asked when he saw you."He doesn't wanna join, too busy with his game or somethin' " You sighed before sitting down.

It didn't matter to them that he didn't join, but that was to them. You were at least hoping to get close to him yourself.

You'd catch him talking to Spinner about their games or Twice and Toga bothering him while you watched their antics. He avoided conversation when it wasn't needed, but he avoided you constantly. Giving you a quick answer or two if needed, then storming off.

To you, he was mysterious and attractive in a questionable way.

But to him, you were like a drug, something to stay away from. More like an innocent angel, something he shouldn't ruin with his incel bullshit.

The countless times he'd have to run back to his room with his tail in-between his legs and a painfuly hard cock all because you wore shorts that day.

You were adorable and hot. It was so unfair having someone like you on the team right there yet so out of his grasp.

He wouldn't call you a "crush" just a fuckable inconvenience.

So like that the night continued, most of them talking to eachother drunkenly telling their stories with the enthusiasm of a child, yet you we're still getting tired of them, no wonder Shigaraki always hid in that room of his.

You were drunk, the noise of your other drunk colleagues made it worse.

The worst thing was that you were horny. You hoped tonight would fainally be used to get rid of all your pent-up frustrations from the busy month, but once you got the invitation to drink, you couldn't say no.

You considered Dabi. His scars were hot, but he was too much for you. Toga? She's cute, but there's no way you could handle her. Spinner was on another dimension at this point, and Compress already called it a night and retreated to his room.

So you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.

You stood in front of the door, not hearing the clacking keys anymore but some streamer playing in the background. You didn't know which, and you didn't care.

You knocked a few times, waiting a few seconds and entering.

He noticed you enter, of course he didn't pay any mind to you, eyes still on the screen.

You stumbled to him, placing the alcohol bottle on his table, "I told you I'm not drinking." He stated, the rasp in his voice sent shivers down your spine, yet it was so addictive. turning his squeaky gamer chair to face you.

You didn't even bother to give him a response, getting on your knees with your face in between his legs, already working on the tie on his sweatpants.

"What are you!-" You hushed him, pulling down his boxers and licking the limp shaft until it got hard. you didn't know what excited you more, the fact it doubled its size, or you couldn't even close your fist around it.

You swirled your tounge in circles around the red swollen tip, giving it the occasional kiss to tease.

The door was still slightly pryed open, open enough if someone walked past in front of the door they could see you seducing the boss so drunk on Hennessy you couldn't even think.

The streamer still talking away to their chat, not knowing one of their viewers were about to get sucked off during the stream.

"Hey whore! Cut it out, you're drunk." He called your attention hoping to snap some sense into you, you were unknowingly about to give Tomura his first blowjob.

"So?" You said in a loving tone, a small giggle slipping through your lips as you lowered your head.

"It's Tomura." He said, reminding you like you mistook him for someone else, "I know." You looked up at him, your hooded eyes staring into his, admiring every feature.

The beauty mark near his lips, his deep red eyes, and the fluffy hair almost curtained over his eyes. You never really realized how cute he was out of his uniform.

Tomura swolled anxiously. If this was his fate, then so be it.

Your mouth engulfed him, tounge licking every inch of skin and sensitive gland on his cock, it would occasionally twitch on your moving sloppy tounge.

His left hand clicked the space bar, pausing whatever he was watching as his attention was now greedly stolen by you.

His right hand was placed on your head, mindful of his pinky. Petting your soft hair as your head bobbed up and down.

His raspy moans and groans polluting the room as a bit of the noise slipped through the open door, the praises of "fuck yeah." Slipping through his wounded lips, and his slightly fucked out expression lit up by the monitor.

He watched your cheeks hollow and plump lips move on his girth, tounge teasing every vein you knew was sensitive and your hand stroking whatever you couldn't handle, he was scared he was gonna wake up if he moved too much.

His abdomen tensed from the pleasure, eyes closing shut yet desperate to watch you, struggling to catch his breath in between his moans.

His mind went black, only hoping that he did join you guys for drinks. Maybe he'd find out why out of all the annoyingly hot people on the team, you chose him.

You slipped him out of your mouth, wiping the spit off your chin as you got back on your feet.

His crimson eyes met yours, confused before you straddled him in his chair, sitting over him as you removed your pajama pants, making them puddle on the cold floor.

His mind was racing, miltipule thoughts suriging a storm in his mind but he saw the one thing that could possibly make it stop and not ruin the sight, he took the bottle off the table taking a few swigs before looking back at you.

You seated on his clothed thigh, frilly pink panties against the boring Grey sweatpants he'd sport every day.

Pink fabric already stained with your lust as you grinded against his clothed thigh for friction you only dreamed of.

His finger was under your chin, forcing you to look at him. With your pleading hooded eyes and quivering lips, not to mention the adorable flushed cheeks from the achohol.

All you wanted to do was rub your needy sex against the muscle of his thigh as your hands explored the body under his black hoodie.

His sadistic eyes looked down on you when he'd occasionally jolted his leg up to make your squirm and shiver.

You heard footsteps grow closer, walking more like drunkenly stumbling to the door.

Averting your eyes was a mistake, only to be told off with a demanding "mm-m, eyes on me." From Tomura.

Of course, you complied, even stroking him during it.

The contrast of feeling your soft hands around his length was so much better than his calloused hand he used.

Shuddering breaths inches away from your lips as your hips rocked back and forth, knowing the eyes on you, yet you couldn't see who they belonged to.

Compress is asleep, Spinner? No, he wouldn't stay that long, Toga? Probably would walk away just hearing the sounds. So it was Dabi, that creep.

Even though the embarrassment was painful, it still felt good to know someone's watching you have the privilege to grind on the boss so earnestly.

Stroking his cock as his hands were busy holding your face up so he could examine you and holding the shared alcohol bottle in his other hand.

Tomura let go of your chin, giving you the opportunity to look while he guided your legs to straddle him.

And your guess was correct, you and Dabi were looking at each other as he leaned against the doorframe, giving you a condescending grin as he watched you fall apart on the boss's deadly touch.

You looked back at shigaraki, he was well aware of the captive audience watching the both of you be he didn't care as usual, he didn't care who you'd fuck after this, aslong as he got to right now.

He guided your hips to lower onto him, slowly sinking down on him.

he held you by your hips supporting your movements, controlling your pace as you grinded with him inside, you moand into his ear only to get him harder, twitching against your gummy walls.

It didn't take long before he made you start bouncing, he looked at you so enfacueted, you looked so perfect to him, hair a mess and so intoxicated on his cock, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pleaded for his kisses.

Dabi watched the scene, feeling his cock strain against the fabric of his clothes, watching your adorable expressions while you fucked someone with that kind of power.

It was annoyingly hot.

He could watch all he wanted, but he knew once Tomura was done with you, you were forever off limits.

He closed the door infront of him, giving you both some privacy before leaving to his room, probably just gonna stroke himself to that mental image of you fucking him instead.

Tomura took his fainal drink, placing the empty bottle on his table. Sure, it tasted bad, but at least he was feeling even better now.

His hands fainally explored your body, tracing your curves and stomach before finding their place on your waist, thumbs rubbing against the skin over your ribcage.

Your foreheads pressed together, moaning against his lips as he watched how your warm body moved, tempered by the alcohol it only made everything better and a bit sloppy.

Your insides coating his cock in a white opaque liquid from all your pent up frustrations, all those nights you couldn't get off from the busy schedule.

Your legs tensed, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over again, so painfully good it had you seeing stars every time you rutted against him.

The sudden ego boost getting to his head watching you writhe on his cock, your hands pawing at his soft hair, giving the occasional tug.

Your back arched, his face buried in the crook of your neck, working on a few love bites and hickies to discover in the morning.

He was bigger than expected or you were just more pent up than you knew, regardless of who needed this more you knew this wouldn't be the last.

Your bounces became faster, more needy for the feeling of his tip hitting your gushing cervix, the smug smirk you saw on his face, and the ghostly touches on you skin.

Your movements were animalistic, yet something about his static nature claimed you, watching you get off drunkenly using him.

You were zealous on the pleasure, now pawing at his hoodie, tugging as a sign of your limits before he clicked his tongue stealing your attention.

"Just a bit longer, angel." His raspy voice saying sweet things, maybe it was the alcohol but that meant a lot to you.

He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked, coming into his room to suck and ride him, yet something about you was angelic.

Not to mention the look of bliss you had on your face at that name, 'angel, angel.' His voice ricochet around your head.

"I don't think I can, boss." You managed to slip through your moans, so adorable that you're still calling him that.

"It was an order." His voice low, almost like a growl. His lips met the skin of your jaw, and you tried your best to hold on, savoring the sensations.

Your shakey legs and breaths were so painfuly obvious to him that he had to watch you like this for even a bit longer.

He hasn't felt touch in a while, and now suddenly being flooded with such intimate contact made him berserk.

With one pull on your waist, he thrusted into you, releasing all his pent-up seed inside you, flooding and painting your gummy walls with his warm fluids.

The knot in your stomach shaped with his forceful actions, making you squirm on his lap and grip on his clothing while letting out the most erotic moan he's ever heard.

Far better than whatever porn he used to watch.

•••

You woke up with a pulsing headache, eyes opening to see the familiar room and Shigaraki on his computer set up that was right beside his bed.

He sat there peacefully, headphones in so you wouldn't wake up from the various video game sound effects he'd usually blast.

An empty Hennessy bottle on his desk and your pajama pants nicely folded at the feet of the bed, you sat up, gaining Tomuras attention.

He looked at you, acknowledging your presence for what felt for the first time.

He braced himself for the names you'd call him 'creep, pervert, peice of shit' he was ready for anything except when you stayed quiet, rubbing your eyes adjusting to the harsh light of the monitor.

You didn't care that you were half naked in his bed, just caring about where breakfast is.

"Hey, wanna get pizza?" You said casually, your voice still a bit groggy.

Tomura removed one side of his headphones, "seriously? That's all you're gonna ask." He said in his usual dead tone, his raspy voice with a croak as you guessed he woke up only a few minutes ago.

Unlike last night, he was playing a single player game so now he had the privilege to pause so he could actually listen to you.

His headphones dangled around his neck, turning his chair to face you.

He saw you already on your phone, looking through the pizza shops website for new deals.

"Are you ignoring me?" He asked, his voice turning gruff. He could ignore everyone if he wanted to, but he couldn't stand being ignored.

"No." You said clacking away at your phone screen. "I asked you a question, and you didn't answer properly. You're actually ignoring me." You teased.

"Now what do you want." You said placing the phone to your ear, "Anythings fine." He muttered as you spoke to the employee on the other side of the phone.

•••

You sat on the floor of his bedroom, eating slice after slice while he ate beside you having your first conversation together when he suddenly asked a question.

"Do you remember last night?" He asked before swallowing down the food he was eating, "Last night? A couple of things, why?" You asked back, hoping you didn't have anything important you had to do that night.

"Well, we fucked last night. Don't know if you remembered that." He said, a pink hue forming on his cheeks from the embarrassment of having to remind you.

"Yeah, I remember." You said grabbing another slice like it wasn't anything important.

He was honestly stunned how comfortable you were like this, sitting with him on the floor eating pizza while you only wore your panties and top. You were practically strangers last night.

"I'm the one who initiated it dumbass, of course I remember." You said,"Not everything, but I know it was good." You confessed.

It was like a weird dream, remembering fragments of the night every few minutes.

"So, why?" He asked, almost concerned in his sentence. "I was horny, You were cute. You connect the dots." You said with a giggle in your sentence.

"Right.." he said, he never had anyone call him that.

Minutes pass, hours, actually. Yet you willingly stayed in his room listening to him rant about his games, and he'd listen to you rant about your interests.

When night feel you decided to head out, you both spent the whole day talking you lost track of time, Shigaraki watched you walk away opening the door before he spoke.

"Hey," he called out, you looked behind you to see him pulling out a set of controllers for the both of you.

He mentioned he had a few controller friendly games on his PC a few hours ago.

"About those games.." he cut his sentence, trying to find the words until he noticed you shut the door and walked towards him.

He was never the best with words, but you understood him and the awkward language he spoke.

You sat in between his legs, grabbing one of the controllers from his hands.

He memorized every button on the controller already, so he wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you seated as his chin rested above your head.

He'd talk to you later about getting a separate chair if this would be a usual occurrence, but right now, it was just you and him with the controllers and monitor.

Finally, replacing your noisy teammates with the peace you found in each other.

A/N : I'm alive!! Sorry I haven't posted, I got my first case of REALLY BAD writers block, but now I got back into my element!

(Solution to Writters block : Get zonked 🍃)

To all of those who sent asks, I SWEAR I DO ALL ASKS JUS GIVE ME SOME TIME <33 :sob:

#mha smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #incel shigaraki #shigaraki smut #tomura shigiraki x reader

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