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Day one of Kinktober 2023!

I’m starting late and probably not going to be able to post every day, but I fully intend to write for all of the prompts no matter how long it takes! Lmk what characters you wanna see!

Day 1: Pegging - Shigaraki x Reader

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Shigaraki had his face buried in your panties as he laid in your bed, fisting his cock.

He often did this when you were out on missions—without your knowledge, of course. He dreaded the thought of you finding out, but still, he couldn’t help himself. He loved being surrounded by your scent as he thought about you bouncing up and down his length. It just made it feel that much more real.

He didn’t think that you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, that you’d ever lust after someone that had been rejected by society, labeled as too vile and disgusting. It didn’t help that he was so inexperienced, either. What could he offer you that other men couldn’t?

So, he kept his distance from you and kept his feelings a secret. He treated you just as he would any other member of the league, if not worse. He was quiet whenever you were around, avoiding your gaze and only stealing glances when he was sure you wouldn’t be looking.

His jealousy threatened to rear its head any time he saw Dabi flirt with you over a card game, or the way Spinner’s fingers would brush against yours as he handed you a drink. Those were the men you should want, right? Someone confident and aloof or caring and warm—not the creep who snuck into your room to smell your underwear.

He imagined what the other guys might say, how shocked they would be if they caught the two of you together. He could almost hear the way the handle of your door would rattle before the whole thing swung open, revealing the pornographic scene. The two of you rocking the bed as you used him to reach your high, crying out his name as—

“Shigaraki?”

No, not like that, more like—

Wait. Fuck.

He pulled your panties away from his face, wide eyes meeting yours. He felt frozen in panic.

“What. . . what are you doing? What is that?” You asked, pointing to the bunched up panties he still clutched in his hand.

The first question had really been a formality, just a response to your own shock. Of course, it was obvious what he was doing. His dick was still out, after all.

“I-I-“ He couldn’t find the words to explain himself. He dropped his fifth finger, decaying your panties to get rid of the evidence before moving to tuck himself back into his pants. “Sorry, I was just—“

“Stop.”

His hands froze at his waistband, eyes flicking up to you, full of embarrassment. He watched with uncertainty as you slowly approached the bed, like you were afraid of spooking him.

His heart raced as you drew nearer, feeling like it would surely beat out of his chest as your weight dipped onto the mattress beside him. Your skirt rode up a bit as you sat down, exposing more of your plush thighs. It took all of his willpower not to stare.

“What was that you just dusted?” You asked. “It wasn’t a pair of my underwear, was it?”

“N-No! It was nothing! I—“

“Don’t lie to me. You’ll only make things worse for yourself.”

His face felt impossibly hot. He wondered what shade of scarlet he’d turned. “Alright, it was.”

“So that’s where they’ve been disappearing to. I thought Toga was getting a little too comfortable with borrowing my clothes,” You laughed. “Pathetic.”

His cock twitched slightly at the insult, which you didn’t fail to notice.

“So what am I doing in these fantasies of yours? Am I on my knees for you or bent over the bed letting you use me however you want?”

He was especially flustered at that. Did you really want to know? You had told him to be honest. “Well, actually, i’m not. . . not the one. . .”

Your eyebrows lifted in amusement. “Oh? Are you telling me that you want to be the one getting fucked?”

He swallowed hard, but his anxiety remained lodged uncomfortably in his throat, so dry he could barely speak. So instead he just nodded, the slightest motion to confirm that what you’d guessed was true.

You flashed him a devious smile, wrapping a soft hand around his length, causing him to gasp at the sudden contact.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Just giving you what you wanted,” you answered.

You started slowly stroking his shaft, not quite giving him enough pressure to be satisfied. It didn’t seem real. He didn’t understand why you were doing this. Were you messing with him? Was it some sort of joke?

“Aren’t you mad?” He choked out, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape.

“Furious,” you told him. “Do you have any idea how long i’ve been waiting for you to make a move? And this whole time you’ve been perving out behind my back.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, his hips chasing your hand as it pulled away from his length.

“Are you?” You dragged your panties down your legs, dropping them onto the ground before climbing on top of him, hovering over his chest. “Show me just how sorry you are. Maybe i’ll find it in my heart to forgive you if you can make me cum.”

He quickly nodded, grabbing your thighs and dragging you closer to him so he could bury his face in your folds. He might not have had any prior experience, but he certainly made up for it in his desperation as he tried vigorously to please you. He speared you with his tongue, using it to try to fuck you before pulling out to lap at your clit. He wanted to give attention to everything, to have you feeling overwhelmed with a mix of sensations. And honestly? It was working.

You leaned forward, gripping your bed frame as you started rocking your hips against his face, chasing the pleasure he was giving you. You worried he might back off once you started doing this, but it only seemed to encourage him. His pace quickened as he worked you closer to your release.

Finally, the coil of pleasure snapped within you and you threw your head back in a moan. Shigaraki’s fingers dug into your thighs as he held you in place, tongue dipping deeper into your spasming walls to drink up all of your juices as his nose kept rubbing at your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm. His pace slowed as you came down from your high, allowing you a chance to recover.

You backed off of him as you caught your breath, running a hand through your hair. He looked up at you in wonder, licking his lips. You tasted so sweet, he thought that he would probably do that all day if you’d let him.

You ran a thumb over his cheek. “That was good,” you said. “You really are sorry, huh?”

“I am,” he assured you.

“And you’ve been so good, I guess I should reward you now.”

His eyes twinkled. “Reward?”

“Yeah, i’ll fuck you, if that’s still what you want.”

“It is,” he said, running his hands up your thighs.

“So take your clothes off, then.”

You rolled off of him and onto the bed, pulling your own clothes off. He scrambled to get undressed, tossing his clothes onto the floor next to your panties. He held his cock and reached for you, ready to help guide you onto it. You stopped him, though.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing,” You told him. “You just haven’t earned my pussy yet.”

“Oh. So then what are—“

“Stand next to the bed.”

Without any protest, he did as he was told. Once he was finished, you circled him, taking in every inch of his body. You ran your hand up his back and pushed him so that he was bent over the bed, ass in the air.

With his face in the mattress, everything was a bit muffled, but he could hear a drawer open, followed by some rustling, and then finally the sound of a bottle opening. He flinched as something cold dripped onto his skin, causing you to laugh again.

“What’s wrong? This is what you wanted, right?”

“Yes,” he answered, a bit distracted by the feeling of the lube dripping lower.

You caught it with your fingers and rubbed it over his hole, teasing his entrance with the slightest bit of pressure each time you circled over it. “So, what? Did you change your mind? Decided you can’t take it after all?”

“No, I can!”

You smirked. “You’re going to be a good boy for me?”

He nodded desperately.

You circled the rim of his hole again, this time pushing a finger in slowly. His walls tightened at the intrusion, as if trying to force you out. However, from where you were, you could tell he loved it. There was a slight blush on his cheeks and his dick was starting to leak pre.

With your other hand, you rubbed his thigh. “Just try to relax.”

He took a few breaths and you were finally able to slide in to your second knuckle. You pumped it in and out a few times before adding a second. He couldn’t hold back his moans as you curled your fingers over his special spot, scissoring them each time you pulled out to stretch him.

He was a mess when you removed them completely, whining over the sudden loss of stimulation. He was desperate for you to fuck him already, arching his ass toward you. You gave it a harsh slap and grabbed a fistful of his hair, causing him to yelp as you pulled him back.

“Quit acting like such a brat.” You whispered in his ear. “I’ll give you what you want, just be patient, alright?”

“Yes, mommy.”

It was a slip. He hadn’t meant to say that. You certainly wouldn’t have anticipated it in a thousand years. You were momentarily caught off-guard, unable to help the heat that rose to your cheeks. You shoved him back onto the bed.

“O-Okay, just,” you cleared your throat, trying to muster up the same confidence you’d felt before, “just sit still and quit complaining.”

With his face against the mattress again, he nodded.

It didn’t take you long to grab your strap and put it on, but it still felt like ages for Shigaraki. His chest was bubbling with so much anticipation he worried he might explode. He could barely contain his excitement when he heard the bottle of lube open again, followed by a slight squelching sound as you coated the dildo.

You brought the leftover lube to his ass, spreading it over his hole before sliding your fingers in once more, hoping it was enough to have warmed him up. Then, you grabbed your strap with one hand, lining it up with his entrance. With the other hand, you gently rubbed his lower back.

“Let me know if it’s too much. I can stop if—“

“I can take it,” he insisted, his tone reflecting the irritation he felt. He was getting impatient.

Fucking brat.

You rolled your eyes and started pushing in. With how he was acting, you actually kind of enjoyed watching the way his face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain as he was stretched out. You wanted to fuck the cocky attitude right out of him. Maybe you could get him to admit that it was too much, that he couldn’t handle your strap. Knowing how stubborn he could be, it seemed like a fun challenge.

“Are you doing okay?” You asked when your hips finally met his thighs.

His chest was rising and falling heavily as he tried to keep his body relaxed. It was a lot, definitely more than he’d anticipated, but he wasn’t going to quit, not when he was finally getting his shot with you. “I’m fine,” he snapped in-between breaths.

Yeah, he was really asking for it.

The first couple of thrusts were slow. You wanted to give his body a chance to adjust so you wouldn’t hurt him. Of course, as soon as he started whimpering, you decided not to hold back. You grabbed onto his hips and started snapping against him, jackhammering at a rapid pace until he was practically screaming, gripping onto the sheets for dear life.

“Do you need to stop?” You asked, worried you’d gone too far.

“God, fuck, NO,” he moaned as you fucked into him. “I’m so close.”

“Already?” You teased, before another idea dawned on you. You ignored his whines as you pulled out of him, helping him flip to lay on his back. Pressing his thighs back, you lined your strap up with his entrance and sank back into him. You built back up to a steady pace, rolling your hips on each thrust so you’d hit his special spot just right. “Don’t cum until I tell you to.”

“I don’t—ngh—don’t think I can wait.”

“You can and you will, unless you want me to punish you.”

“Agh! No.”

“You’re gonna be my good boy?” You asked.

He nodded. “So good—mmph.”

You matched the pace you’d been at before, fucking him hard and deep. He bit his bottom lip to stifle his moans.

You grabbed at his jaw, bringing your face closer you his. “Don’t hold back. I wanna hear you. I wanna know you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I am!” He panted.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you hard?”

He nodded.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mm so fucking good.”

You kissed him, your mouths moving together in a passionate frenzy. You reached between you and wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock, spreading the pre that had leaked out of his tip. He threw his head back, arching off of the bed as you touched him.

It was too much. Way too fucking much. He was a whimpering mess, quickly losing control.

“What is it?” you asked, stroking his length in time with your thrusts.

“Please,” he begged over and over, “Please let me cum.”

“You think you deserve it?”

“Yes!”

He tilted his head to look at you again. Tears were spilling past his lashes and trailing onto his flushed cheeks. He looked completely broken. It was beautiful.

“I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything you want. Just please let me—“

“Tomura, you have been good.” You nodded. “Go ahead. I want you to cum for me.”

“Fuck,” he moaned , bucking his hips to match your movements and push himself over the edge.

Within moments, he fell apart, spitting profanities as cum shot from his tip and painted your stomach, slowly dripping back onto him. His brow was furrowed and his chest was heaving as he came down from his high. His body felt like putty, but he couldn’t recall having a more intense orgasm in his life.

You rolled off of him and removed the strap, grabbing a towel.

“That was. . . incredible,” he said in-between breaths as he watched you wipe his cum off of your skin.

You felt an amused smile spread across your face. “Did I live up to your fantasies?”

“You were better.”

“Good answer.” You handed him the towel.

“Did I earn it yet?”

“What?” You asked, confused.

He flashed a crooked smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. “You know.”

You laughed as you understood. “Are you telling me you want another round already?”

“I’m not so sure about right now, but maybe another night.”

“Oh, so you don’t think this was a one-time thing?”

“I hope it wasn’t.”

You smiled and kissed him again before patting his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go shower.”

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