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kleftiko · 6 months

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❦ THROUGH THE THIN WALLS

“it doesn’t matter that he’s not the man of your affections when he’s watching you touch yourself and pretending it’s his name you’ll be whining tonight”

cw: non-consensual voyeurism, masturbation, toys, degradation, dirty talk

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He was such a pervert.

Straining his eyes to catch the best glimpse of you with your back arched, vibrator between your legs, and pornographic reactions was just horrible. And yet, he couldn't even feel guilty when he came back night after night, hid behind the door of your closet, and pumped his aching cock.

You were always so vocal, too; you had no reason to stay quiet when you thought no one would hear anyway. And sometimes, he would catch the names that slip from your tongue, making the whole charade even more filthy, cause then he would see you the next day, talk to them, and pretend like he didn't know you fucked yourself to the thought of them. The allure of your uninhibited pleasure was too intoxicating to resist. It became a twisted game of secrecy, where he played the oblivious colleague by day and the voyeuristic participant by night.

More often than not, he'd bite down whatever random item of yours was in reach, relishing the fact that it smelled like you, and came to the thought of his name panting from your lips.

This night was no different; he waited behind the closet door as you prepped yourself. Naked legs spread out just for him as you grabbed your box of toys.

You began by pinching your nipples. The anticipation in the room grew as he watched, his breath quickening with each pinch. He couldn't help but imagine the pleasure he could bring you, longing to be the one to make you moan with ecstasy.

Your body wiggled with anticipation, and the sight of it only fueled his desire further. He imagined the way your hips would sway against his and the way your movements would synchronize in a desperate act of pleasure. The intensity of his longing grew, and he couldn't help but imagine being able to join you in this.

Then one of your fingers crawled down your bare stomach to your thighs, scratching lightly again your soft skin as it reached your pussy. Your lips spread with a disgusting pop, already wet from a bit of teasing, and he loved how sensitive you were. He ached to explore every inch of your body, to taste the sweetness that lingered on your lips, and to feel the warmth of your lust against his own. The dream of finally being able to share in this intimate affair consumed him, lighting a fire within that burned hotter with each passing moment. Shigaraki didn't notice when he started palming himself.

"That's it, baby." You breathed as your fingers traced your clit. "At least you could do one thing right."

He bit his lip at that, wondering who you were degrading tonight.

The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and power as Shigaraki's thoughts were consumed by the twisted pleasure of degradation. His mind raced with anticipation, wondering what dark desires you would unleash upon him tonight. The thrill of surrendering control to you always ignited an unnatural excitement within him, pushing him further into the depths of his own depravity.

His eyes were glued to your sex, straining through the door lock and trying to see it clench around nothing but a finger. He didn't notice when you removed the bullet vibrator, but he quickly undid his pants and removed his throbbing cock, knowing that the first sound you made when it came in contact with you was nothing short of ecstasy. As you pressed the little toy against your clit, his breath hitched and his hand moved faster along his length.

"C-can't even please me by yourself, huh?" You spoke into your room. "Need help from a toy?"

Shigaraki shuddered, watching you run circles over your cunt before dipping it past your lips and coating the vibrator with your slick. You pulled it out with a whimper as you brought it to your mouth, teasingly licking the tip before returning it to its rightful place between your legs. The sight of you pleasuring yourself so shamelessly drove him wild, fueling his desire to hear you scream in pleasure.

You continued your assault, one hand tweaking your tit and the other controlling the vibrator, causing your slick to run down your spread legs to your asshole. As you came for the first time, your body convulsed with waves of ecstasy, your moans filling the room. The intensity of your orgasm left you breathless, but it only fueled your hunger for more. Determined to push yourself further, you increased the speed of the vibrator and overstimulated yourself, eager to experience even greater pleasure.

Shigaraki had to force himself off his cock, knowing you never stopped at one orgasm, and he didn't want to stop the show too soon.

You began to whimper.

"No," you huffed and squirmed. "No more—I can't take anymore!"

You shook violently. Your body trembled uncontrollably as waves of pleasure coursed through every inch of your being. The sensations were overwhelming, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. Despite your useless pleas for mercy, the desire for more consumed you, tempting you to surrender to the intense pleasure that awaited.

Then you collapsed. As you lay there, panting and spent, a sense of satisfaction washed over you. The overwhelming pleasure had taken its toll, leaving you completely drained. Your body trembled with aftershocks, and a contented smile played on your lips as you relished in the blissful aftermath of your intense climax.

But you still reached for the box.

The dildo you pulled out had him smacking his hand over his mouth to cover his moan. It was way too big for you, and you obviously knew this as Shigaraki saw the excitement in your eyes. It must've been a new one you hadn't used before, because the way you immediately clenched as you pushed it through your sopping lips was both thrilling and intimidating to him. He couldn't help but imagine the stretch and pleasure it would bring you, and the thought of being able to witness it up close made his heart race. As you continued to please yourself, he struggled to contain his own desires, longing to join in and make the experience even more overwhelming for you. The uninhibited whimper that emitted from your tear-stained face as you yanked the pink toy from your cunt was drool-inducing, and the string of your arousal that clung to it as it emerged caused it to gleam as it connected your sex and the dildo. Then you plunged it back in, and Shigaraki saw your back arch like a cat in front of him. You were so masochistic, and he loved it.

Then you picked right back up with your dirty talk, and he let his hand go back to his cock.

"You're such a disgusting pervert," you moaned, your voice filled with desire. "I want you to try and fuck me better. I dare you."

Shigaraki's eyes darkened with lust as he gripped his dick tighter, imagining it's him fulfilling your every wicked desire. Your provocative words were fueling his own appetite, which he could feel growing. With a mischievous grin, he silently accepted your challenge, determined to show just how wicked he could be. As he continued to pleasure himself, the room filled with an electrifying tension, both of you eager to explore the depths of your darkest desires, even if you weren't aware of his presence.

"Fuck, you a virgin, baby?" You asked. "Don't even know how to fuck a girl?"

Your words hung in the air, a mix of curiosity and challenge. Your provocative taunts caused his grin to grow wider. He lowered his voice, dripping with wickedness, as he whispered to himself, "Oh, baby, you have no idea what I can do."

"Bet Dabi can fuck me better." You whined, pumping the dildo in and out of your cunt.

Shigaraki's hands mimicked the motions as he watched you with a predatory gaze.

"What? Can't even defend yourself? You too fucked out already?" you bit.

Shigaraki watched you reach over your shoulder, bringing back the vibrator that was covered in your now-dry cum.

"So pathetic, you can't even get me off with your small dick."

Shigaraki's sadistic grin widened, relishing in the humiliation. "Oh, don't worry. I have plenty of other ways to make you scream my name." He leaned in closer, his forehead touching the door and his voice dripping with wickedness, as he whispered to himself, "Oh, baby, you have no idea what I can do. But trust me, by the time I'm done with you, Dabi will be long gone."

He imagined you underneath him, squirming and whimpering from the combined pleasure of his dick and fingers. His mind was consumed with thoughts of the power he could hold over you, thinking that he could push you to your limits and beyond. Shigaraki revelled in the anticipation of the pleasure and pain he would inflict upon you, relishing in the control he had over your body and mind. His breathing hitched, his hand quickening its assault on his slick cock. The thoughts in his head, sight of you before him, and sounds you made drove him right to the edge., but what you screamed when you pressed the vibrator back against your clit had him coming all over the door in front of him.

"Tomura!" you shouted.

Shigaraki stuttered in realization, his head lost in the throes of his own pleasure. The intensity of the moment had consumed him, leaving him unable to know if what he heard was a mere manifestation of his own desires. The overwhelming sensation of release washed over him, leaving him breathless and trembling. It was a climax unlike any he had experienced before—an explosion of pleasure that seemed to shake his very core. As he slowly regained his senses, Shigaraki couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of triumph, thinking that he was finally the one on your mind in the most intimate sense.

Then you whimpered his name again, arms shaking and body trembling from the double assault of the dildo and vibrator. The intensity of the pleasure surged through his veins, amplifying his satisfaction and fueling his desire for more. In that moment, he realized the power he held over you, knowing that he had brought you to such a state of ecstasy. The realization fueled his confidence, igniting a fire within him to explore even deeper realms of pleasure with you.

Your voice quivered with pure bliss as you uttered his name once more, the sound reverberating in the air as you reached the peak of your pleasure. The intensity of your orgasm mirrored his own, looking like it sent you to another dimension as he watched through the hole.

He couldn't help going back to his abused cock, completely disoriented by the way his name sounded coming from your quivering lips. You babbled his name aimlessly as you came down from your high, vibrator left abandoned atop the covers, still going and spreading your slick along the fabric. The dildo pumped in and out lazily due to your pulsing cunt, and it was mesmerizing.

As you shakingly regained your composure, you let out one last wanton whimper as you pulled the toy out of you and took in the mess you made between your legs.

"Tomura." You sang and looked directly at the closet.

Shigaraki froze. His eyes widened in surprise, and his hand was immobilized on his dick. The name hung in the air, charged with a mix of desire, and he couldn't tell if this was some sick joke.

But the smile you gave him, the haze of post-orgasm bliss, and the grinding of your hips into the bed said otherwise.

You asked, "Wanna come clean me up?"

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straightforthefl00r · 11 days

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sidekick? more like sidechick!!

There were three main outcomes Tomura had prepared for, when he schemed to attack USJ.

One: the ideal result was that he would succeed in killing All Might with his state-of-the-art nomu, and move onto the next stage of his plan to world annihilation. The world would hail chaos in one move. He would be known to everyone that he was the bringer of fear; the one who destroyed their precious peace.

Or two: All Might would, annoyingly, not die, but would be fatally injured by the nomu. This would still be partial success, as the Symbol of Peace would be out of commission, and this would mean that society would be well on its way to falling without its stability. Not only that, his League of Villains (well two villains right now, counting Kurogiri) would gain traction in the media, and publicity is always a plus. Tomura could use this to expand the League and his influence across Japan.

As much as he wanted his plan to go in any of these ways, Tomura knew he had to be prepared for any scenario — even his failure.

His third outcome was that if All Might defeated his nomu (which should not be possible due to its extraordinary power), then he should retreat and build up his forces again for another attack.

Unfortunately for Tomura, his attack on USJ resulted in the final outcome.

He escaped with three-ish, four-ish, five-ish bullet wounds, no USJ underlings and no nomu, not even its bloody body.

At this point, he was just glad he had the foresight to plan his failure. Not only were his underlings arrested, the nomu was apprehended by All Might, and he proved to be stronger than ever, despite Sensei insisting All Might has been drastically harmed in their last battle together.

He needed a fucking drink.

“Kurogiri, I’m heading out.”

The door slammed shut and Tomura disappeared into the night.

oOo

You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life.

Exams were finally over and that meant you could finally release your inhibitions, in the form of obnoxiously loud music and sweaty clubs.

You had just finished a lovely evening out with your boyfriend and friends. After a night of raving and dancing and (fairly) responsible drinking, you were just coming out of the club and on your way home.

Your boyfriend went to his apartment earlier before you, a few hours ago due to “something”. You couldn’t hear him clearly above the booming music, you assumed it was because of his chronically weak stomach. He always said that, whether it be nights out or dates. You brushed it off like it was nothing because his health mattered first.

He’ll make up for it.

Probably.

oOo

It was around 4am when it happened.

“What the fuck?” You yelped and found yourself sprawled on the floor, outside a closed bar. The street was empty, save for a few stray cats, occasionally yowling into the night.

The mass you ended up being entangled with was wearing a black hoodie. Dishevelled hair could be seen peeking out from the hood - light coloured, a stark contrast to his hoodie.

You sat up straight on the floor, trying to make sense of what was happening, veins pulsing. You could hear shallow breaths coming from the body turned away beside you.

You tried to shake the person awake, he groaned and the stench of alcohol and iron greeted you. His shoulder felt slightly damp too. You raised your hand up slightly to the yellowing street-light. Your hand had a tinge of orange, leaning more to the red side.

Blood?

“Oi, get up,” You frantically whispered into the person’s ear, “You’re fucking bleeding!”

He started mumbling incoherently under his breath. You could make out weak swears and a few mentions of “stupid fucking heros”.

You stumbled to your feet, pulling him up with you, surprisingly warm and pliant against your shoulder. You wrapped his arm around yourself to steady the two of you.

“Come on, we’re off to the hospital.”

As if snapped out of a trance, the man tried to tear himself from you and shook his head furiously. The both of you barely managed to stay standing, leaning against the nearest rough wall.

He was already facing you, when you looked at him, his eyes glaring at you, as if you were the scum of the earth.

Your hand gripped onto his wrist to steady your centre of gravity. His fist was clenched, so tightly that each knuckle looked like they would burst from his skin to reveal blood as dark as his eyes.

His brows were furrowed furiously.

You frowned at him back.

You could make out the dry skin on his forehead and, despite this, his face was surprisingly good-looking. A faint scar trailing from his cheek to his mouth caught your attention. You started to wonder where he got it from, an accident? Or was it a self-inflicted wound from scratching?

You were a bit drunk still, but the situation was causing you to sober up.

You sighed and tried to signal to him that you were only here to help.

“No hospitals,” he croaked, words low and slurred, “h-hate them.”

You agreed as to not agitate him further, “Let’s go to my boyfriend’s then. His apartment is only a street away from here.”

The man’s face contorted into a look of scepticism, as a strained “why” was pulled from his lips.

“First aid kit.”

He stared at you for a moment, debating on something, before mumbling, “I can walk by myself.”

oOo

Tomura should’ve just drank at the hideout. It was a literal bar after all, however he wanted to get away from all the scheming, nagging and his failure.

And so, into the barrel he went.

“I’m hungry.” He mumbled, eyes glazed over slightly as he stared at the head in front of him.

He was met with a hum in agreement.

“We’re almost there,” You took a breath, “but there’s a convenience store on the corner.”

He doesn’t know why you’re even doing this.

Helping him outside that bar and trying to care for his wounds brought you nothing. You looked so soft.

Stupid sidekicks and their idiot saviour complexes. Tomura was starting to get annoyed. It would be so easy to just turn you into dust.

Poof.

He concluded that it was pity driving your actions.

You looked non-threatening enough and you were still slightly buzzed. He would go through with this and then you would part ways and never see each other again. It didn’t seem like you recognised him.

A roll of bandages came into his view. The convenience store lights were harsh white and made the bandages seem brighter than they were. His head was starting to throb a bit.

“The big roll or the small roll?”

“Small.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Out on the dark streets, you couldn't see him very clearly, let alone his injuries, but in the store, it looked like his hoodie was drenched with blood from his shoulder to the middle of his chest. Even his black sweats were glowing in red if you looked at him from a certain angle. You were still deciding whether you should just cart him to the hospital after all.

You chucked the big roll of bandages in your basket. It was already full of a variety of sweets.

You giggled at the basket.

“What are you laughing at?” Tomura accused, miffed due to his answer being ignored.

“You don’t seem like a sweets guy.”

“Anyone can have sweets.”

“Just saying.”

“Right.” He answered dryly.

“Why are you all bloody?”

“Why are you buying bandages?” He shot back, “I thought your boyf had a first aid kit?”

“Because I don’t think he’ll have enough,” you gestured to all of him. “for your situation.”

“Stupid sidekick.” He muttered.

You rolled your eyes and leaned towards him, “So! Why are you head to toe in blood?” You said with a slight lilt in your voice.

Tomura wondered if you were still a little drunk. He was one to talk.

“Because I ripped a few stitches while drinking.”

“And how did you rip them?”

“Some guys were yapping about how hard ‘All Our Heroics’ was — even when he downloaded the helpers mod for it.” He answered in disgust, “All I did was engage in a conversation with him and told him how stupid he was. And then, we ended up in … disagreement.”

“Clearly.” You deadpanned. “Still. Where did you get your stitches from?”

“Work.”

“Work?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. Sue them?”

“Sue them.”

“Annihilate them?”

“Sure, annihilate.” He gave a faint smile.

OoO

By the time you arrived outside at your boyfriend’s place, the sun was starting to rise. A melody of colours took to the skies: swirling clouds painted the perfect picture of peace.

You stopped in your tracks and gazed upwards. Tomura ended up walking into your back. He cursed, as the two of you stumbled.

“This again?” He hissed, “We already knew you couldn’t walk straight at that bar and now you're sending me flying?”

You laughed at him.

“Just look up. Isn’t that pretty.”

“No.”

“Zip it before I push you.”

“Technically, you did.”

“Even more technically, you pushed me. You walked into me.”

“Yeah, exactly, walked into you, not pushed.”

You grinned at him and rolled your eyes.

You walked into the elevator and Tomura followed you in. The two of you were in a comfortable and easy silence.

You were walking to the door before you just suddenly stopped. Tomura prevented himself from bumping into you.

“Seriously? Again, again? I almost dropped our stuff.”

“Sorry about that, but I just remembered, what’s your name? I’ve just been calling you the bloody-hoodie guy in my head.” You questioned.

“I don’t give my name to strangers.”

You stared at him incredulously and gave him your name.

“There, we’re not strangers anymore.”

He was silent.

“People also don’t follow strangers to their homes.” You pointed out, “What’s your name?”

“S-Shimura Tenko.”

“I feel like you just made that up just now.”

“Aw. Shucks.”

You shook your head at him while you opened the door.

The two of you walked in and what greeted you shocked you both. You dropped your plastic bag full of junk food and bandages on the floor and stormed further into the apartment.

Two bodies were on the couch, near the balcony, heads close together and lips touching. Unneeded sounds of pleasure could be heard from where the two of you were standing. They were kissing. Very passionately.

Ouch.

You yelled out your boyfriend’s name in flaming anger.

Two heads turned so quickly to look at you, you could’ve sworn you heard a crack.

It all became clear as you slotted the puzzle pieces together.

“So, you never had chronic diarrhoea,” you sneered, words dripping with sarcasm, “you had a chronic case of cheating scumbag!”

Your boyfriend’s face was flushed when you came in, but it became even redder as you glared at him.

A resounding smack made its way through the room, making you turn your attention towards the other person on the couch.

“I was with you for two years! You fu-“

“What?” You exploded, “You literally asked me out a few months ago. How dare you do that to your partner!” You followed that with curses.

Out of nowhere, laughter echoed. And three heads turned towards Tomura. His laughter was bright and full of amusement.

When he finally stopped, a stunned silence filled the room and he spoke, “So,” he started in the same tone as you when you spoke to your boyfriend, “you’re no sidekick, you’re a sidechick!” He started to laugh again.

You stared at him in pure shock, anger dissipating into slight amusement.

“That was a shit joke.” You said after you managed to dig some words out.

“Who’s he?” Your ex-boyfriend accused, “Were you cheating on me? With that?”

It was your turn to laugh as you told him that you weren’t cheating on him but you were only helping a poor guy out, while he was being scummy.

“I’ve had enough of this,” you frowned, “We’re leaving Shimura!”

You marched over to him and grabbed his wrist.

“No, don’t use your quirk here!” Your ex pleaded, “The landlord is going to have my head.”

You huffed out a self-satisfied puff of air. “Watch me!”

“I hope you don’t mind too much. We’re off to my place.” You muttered to Tomura.

“Oi! What are you trying to-“

Tomura was cut off before he finished his sentence.

He fell through the floor with the convenience store bags grasped tightly in his hands, with your hand gripping his wrist. His pinky was aching and his head ached even more.

He yelled as he found himself on the floor with you once more, legs tangled and things rolling around on the now-dusty ground.

The two of you were laying on the ground, looking at the white ceiling. Tomura could see the walls in the corner of his eye, the colour of it matched your top.

“Sorry about that.” Your voice coming from his right, “My quirk is Rabbit Hole. I can teleport by creating literal holes in the ground. That’s why we are at mine right now and not at that idiot’s.”

“I couldn’t have guessed. Ha.” Tomura replied, oddly calm, “If I touch things with all of my fingers, I can make things turn to dust. That’s why the ground is all dusty.”

You hummed in reply.

“I’m really fucking tired.”

“Same.”

“What’s the time?”

“Shit, if I know.”

“I hoped I left a massive hole at that asshole’s. I hope that it went through all his plumbing and that his apartment is flooding right now!”

“He’s going to sue you.”

“So? Sue me!”

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tired-teacher-blog · 11 months

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Your game or mine

Characters : Shigaraki Tomura/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Breast Play (reader is having fun with Shiggy's tiddies)/ Dry Humping/ Mating Press/ Cream Pie/ Squirting/ A Hint Of Fluff/ One Shot

Notes : This is your fault @fictionfordays 🤤

Banner by @/cafekitsune

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_ "Cut it out already, can't you see I'm a little busy at the moment?" and he wasn't even looking up from his phone as he groaned his displeasure with your advances.

_ "But I'm bored! And you've been playing that stupid game for hours now." your whines were falling on deaf ears as he ignored you completely to get back to the mission ahead.

You sat up, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting in disapproval, how could he possibly focus on anything else after you've put in the effort to look irresistible to him? Was he truly unaware of your intentions? Even after crawling on top of him in a new sexy lingerie set that hugged your luscious body perfectly? Or did the phone glued to his face absorb the last few brain cells he had left?

No matter the reason, you've never been one to give in easily, and so..

_ "Alright do as you wish sweetheart, play your game, and I'll play mine." the smirk lacing your words was invisible to him, and the mindless "uh-huh" spilling from his lips, proved that he wasn't even listening.

You studied his sprawled out frame once more; comfortably sinking into the plush mattress underneath himself while crumpling the soft bedsheets with each little move he made.

Your eyes lingered on his bare flexing pecs, pale skin covering the protruding muscles beneath, and pink perky nipples begging to be touched.

You bit back a threatening moan as your gaze traveled down to his yet meek bulge, knowing all too well that one small caress would be enough to bring it to life.

However, he was clearly playing hard to get, so why not see how long he could resist?

You positioned yourself on his soft cock, neglecting the flimsy fabric of both undergarments separating you, and relishing the sudden flinch escaping him when you slowly rolled your hips.

_ "Y.. you're going to make me lose." his resolve was clearly faltering against your approaches, but his eyes were still fixed on the video game ahead.

_ "Oh I'm sorry love, I'll be more careful." you feigned innocence as soft giggles escaped your throat, placing your palms flat on his firm abdomen and trailing them up until you reached his chiseled bust.

You licked your lips and clutched onto the bulging muscles, giving him one teasing squeeze before relaxing your hold again.

Nothing yet, except for a suspicious tremble appearing under your fingertips. It was undeniably working.

You ran a finger along the deep valley of his chest, rolling your hips slowly on his awakening cock and smirking victoriously as he failed to conceal a frustrated groan.

_ "If I lose.. damnit.. I'll make you pay." he hissed gloomily, fingers still tapping away on his phone's screen while his body was getting more and more restless underneath you.

Any other person would be terrified hearing the symbol of fear rasping those words, but not you.

_ "We'll see about that Tenko." yes, definitely not you.

Your hands groped his godly breasts once more, kneading his flesh greedily before leaning in to lick a perfect stripe leading to his quivering throat where you sucked a bright mark.

_ "Fuck.." the word vibrated under your lips as it left him, and you were uncertain if it was due to your actions or the mobile game he was invested in. Regardless, you were having loads of fun on your own.

Your wet kisses traveled downward to join your hands and cover every inch of delicious skin encountered, you were eager –starved even– as your warm tongue sneaked out to flick on his cherry blossom pink teats.

Your hips moved a little faster on top of him, and your giggles resonated across the dimly lit room when he shallowly met your thrusts.

_ "Seems like I'm winning." you slurred between soft nibbles on his plumpness, peering under your lashes to witness the whitening knuckles as he gripped the device tighter.

He was fully erect by then, you could tell –you can always tell– and it was only a matter of moments for him to drop the pathetic charade and give you the attention you so much craved.

Your warm greedy maw engulfed one of his nipples, sucking on the hard nub like a thirsty little kitten while your fingers played with the other; flicking, pinching, ranking your nails over the prickled skin until he no longer could keep his aloofness.

You weren't done though, disregarding the hand leaving his phone to grip your hair as you switched your teasing mouth to the other teat. But all of a sudden, an alarming sound flared up to replace the rhythmic tunes of the game and announce your man's failed mission to clear the level..

_ "Alright, that's it!" was all he snarled out before placing the gadget onto the bedside table and grabbing your hips roughly to roll you on your back and hover over your stunned frame.

You blinked in pure confusion, striving to wrap your head around the swift change of your positions as his looming figure sent shivers down your spine.

_ "I warned you didn't I?" he did, and it was time for you to receive a proper punishment.

He gripped the back of your knees and spread your legs apart, his crimson irises blazed with fervent emotions that you could not pinpoint, while yours shamelessly ogled the conspicuous damp spot on his boxer briefs, wondering if it was your creation or his, and maybe –just maybe– it was a little bit of both.

You gripped the rumpled bedsheets and braced yourself for what was coming as he hastily tucked your legs up and pressed them to your reddening ears, "that's better.." he chuckled darkly before lowering his underwear just enough for his rock hard shaft to spring back against his abdomen, a heavenly sight that forced your cunt to squeeze around nothing.

Your longing for him was clear as day, and his gleaming eyes held an intense desire as he glanced at you once more while pushing your panties to the side, before smearing the leaking head over your sensitive folds and finally easing himself into your welcoming heat.

Your eyes rolled back in absolute ecstasy, and his name left your lips in a broken murmur as he stretched you perfectly around him.

He gave you no chance to adjust, retrieving his length until only the tip was sheathed within you, before slamming his hips mercilessly against your own.

His pace was unforgiving from the get go, grazing your insides deliciously with every deep thrust he delivered.

_ "Eyes on me angel, show me that beautiful face of yours, come on." he demanded huskily, tightening his grip on your legs and pushing them further against your chest.

His strikes were deeper and harsher from that position, filling your senses with a pleasurable pain you so much adored.

You weren't going to last much longer and neither was he, your earlier teasing and playful behavior had lead you both closer to a certain release, "Tenko, don't stop!" and he didn't, pounding even harder into your core while chanting your name like a mantra.

Your heart hammered in your chest and a thrilling heat pooled in the pit of your belly as he pushed you roughly into the mattress, his bruising clutches and erratic hips announcing his own imminent orgasm.

_ "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Tenko please!" you tensed up beneath him as you mewled a warning, bracing yourself for the inevitable shockwaves of pleasure that washed over you only a moment afterwards, and whimpering unintelligibly as you spasmed violently and gushed all over yourself and him, soaking the two of you in a clear warm spurt before going limp underneath his persistent thrusts.

_ "Amazing.." his eyes traveled between your spent body and the mess between yourselves, clenching his jaw and panting breathlessly while the obscene sloshing noises intensified as he ground on you, "fuck! I'm cumming too!"

You shakily grabbed on to his veiny arms and dug your nails into his pale skin, wordlessly pleading with him not to pull out before spilling every last drop inside of you, and thanking the heavens when he ultimately understood.

_ "I got it beautiful.. fuck.. I got it." a strained smirk appeared on his lips as he replied, sinking into your slippery cunt and kissing your cervix with every brutal snap of his hips, once.. twice.. thrice.. and then a final lunge before exuding his thick pearly load and coating your clenching gummy walls.

He finally pulled out of you, placing your tingly legs onto the stained bedsheets, and collapsing on top of you with a satisfied heave leaving his chest.

_ "We made a mess Tenko." your tired laughter stabbed at every fiber of your pained figure, but you were blissed out; being entangled with him while sharing a few joyful instances, forgetting everything outside of your room and pretending to be in a typical relationship with a typical man— even for a little while.. it was your own paradise.

_ "This was courtesy of you angel, and we'll have to do that again soon." a soft chuckle was lacing the muffled words tickling your shoulder, and a pair of eager lips trailed gentle kisses along your skin before nuzzling the curve of your neck.

Yes, your own paradise..

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koy6na · 2 years

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boy next door

“i guess you’re really the slut everyone says you are. that’s okay though, i kinda like that about you.”

shigaraki x fem reader

tags: loss of virginity, dubcon, paizuri, oral

being forced by your mom to befriend your neighbor’s weird kid is the worst thing to happen to you in a long time. you’ve always known shimura, the two of you had basically grown up together however, you were never close. you’d always been surrounded by friends or boys and he’d be alone, kicking the sand or doing something weird. it wasn’t until your mom caught you and your most recent fling laying horizontal on your bed, with his hands under your shirt, that she became dead set on fixing your behavior. she knew that tenko did good in school, but it was mostly because he had no social life. the guy was a practically a shut-in.

tenko appeared at your front door, accompanied by his mother, who was holding a basket of fruit as a gift for spending time with her son today. your mom had relayed the plan for today, she would go to the pachinko parlor for a few hours with shimura’s mom while the two of you hung out at your house. you glanced at shimura with a fake, but friendly smile. he doesn’t react.

“ok! we’re gonna head out so why don’t you two make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie or something!” your mom’s shrill voice rang in your ears as you mentally rolled you eyes. shimura was wearing a black hoodie with dark wash jeans. the hood covered his head while his pale blue hair hid his eyes. he just looked like the type of guy who’d be ecstatic over this situation. as if any girl would willingly hang out with this creep. the truth is you’d caught shimura looking up your skirt a few times at school. you’d be lying if you said that didn’t get you going a little, having some creep probably jack off to your cotton panties, but inviting him over to watch movies in your room was something that you would’ve never willingly done.

yet here he was, sitting on your bed watching some netflix movie you had randomly put on. when you asked shimura what movie he wanted to watch he shrugged and started unzipping his hoodie. his long sleeve shirt lay just under his collarbones, giving you a clean look at the defined divots. the film was dragging on, every moment was predictable. you paused the movie abruptly and scooted over to shimura’s side of the bed. “you don’t actually wanna be here, do you?” your eyebrows lifted as you asked him. he turned his head slightly to face you. “of course not, you think i really wanted to sit in your room and watch rom-coms for three hours?” his tone is flat. you laugh as you tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “why don’t we do something fun then?” you smile at him, genuinely this time. his face still doesn’t change. “like what?”

you lean back on your left hand and undo the first button on your shirt. “like...i’ll let you touch my tits.”

his eyes widen, you can actually see the deep red of his pupils hiding beneath his hair. “r-really? you’re really gonna let me?” his voice is different now. he’s still quiet but the excitement in his voice is hard to miss. you smirk, “yeah, i’ll really let you touch ‘em.” as you unbutton the rest of you shirt, shimura has turned to completely face you, crimson eyes stare intently at your chest. when your lace bra comes into view, his tongue darts out to hydrate his bottom lip. he reaches a hand out to thumb the thin material. he swallows thickly. “can you take this off for me?” his voice quivers. you remove your blouse as well as the pretty black bra you may or may not have purposely put on in case something like this might have happened.

his eyes are on your naked chest now. “can you play with them first?” his question startles you. it surprised you that he would wanna see you touch yourself before him after his eager reaction to your suggestion. “sure.” you pinch your right nipple as your left hand grabs the skin of your left tit. shimura licks his lips again. his hand reaches out to press his index finger into your nipple. a poke turns into a pinch which turns into a greedy grope. his breathing is ragged and you can see his erection through the material of his jeans. both of his rugged hands are on the soft flesh of your breasts. you whimper softly at the feeling and he takes notice of what feels good and what doesn’t.

suddenly, he reaches a hand behind your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. his tongue immediately slips in, it’s so wet and messy and so hot, unlike all the bland, boring makeout sessions you’ve had with other guys in this very room. you try to pull away but the intensity of his mouth on yours reels you in, along with his moans. all you’re doing is kissing and he’s moaning like a girl. it makes your body get all hot and tingly. your hand reaches for his pants zipper but he pushes you down onto the bed, straddling you. shimura pulls away to take a good long look at you, tits out, face red from the lack of oxygen his kiss just gave you. he palms his crotch as he gazes over every inch of your body. when he pulls out his cock it’s practically crying. the amount of precum leaking from his tip drips hot splotches on your stomach.

“i wanna fuck those pretty tits, ok?” his voice is different again. this time it’s greedy. he settles right beneath your chest, dick stroking slowly. he pushes your tits together around his pulsing cock. his hips thrust aggressively against you. your tongue darts out to kiss the tip as it bump against your mouth. shimura’s moans are loud and needy, it makes your cunt weep. “i fucking love these tits. i fucking love you.” his eyes roll back into his head as he grinds his tip into your tongue. “fuck, can i fuck your pussy too? i swear i’ll pull out.”

he slides off your soiled panties, holding them up and getting a good look at the translucent fabric. “geez, you’re practically beggin me to fill you up, huh?” now you’re embarrassed. shimura’s not like other guys you’ve been with. they’re all greedy and nasty but shimura’s not afraid to show it, and that part of him makes him so much more desirable because you know how much he’s enjoying himself right now. he pockets your panties and rubs his leaky tip through your folds. the head of his dick snags your clit, sending shivers through your body. he’s taking his time rubbing himself along the outside of your cunt. “can you just put it in already?” he was right, you are begging for him. tenko laughs, “i guess you’re really the slut everyone says you are. that’s okay though, i kinda like that about you.” you scowl but loosen up once his tip prods your entrance. he kisses you sloppily one last time before thrusting his dick into you.

he’s so rough and his inexperience is showing through his erratic rhythm. his head is buried into the crook of your neck, he’s moaning into your ear, filling your head and making you weak. for a weird guy he has such pretty moans. his pace is slowing as he becomes surprisingly gentle. he’s kissing your neck and it starts to feel like the two of you are having more than a quick hookup. you know it’s not like that but when he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes are narrowed and his mouth is slightly agape, small moans and curses are falling right out. it’s making your face burn.

“you feel so good. it’s ok if i do it inside right? please. please.” he’s babbling as his dick twitches inside you. you know he’s about to cum even before he starts begging. “you said you’d pull out.” you whisper against his lips. “but you feel so good. come on, it’s just once. don’t worry i’ll fuck it right back out of you.” he smirks as he quickens his pace. your legs wrap instinctively around his waist, bringing his hips closer to yours despite your protest to his pleas. he’s deepstroking so intensely you can practically feel his tip kissing your womb.

“fuck, gonna cum. let me see those pretty tits again.” he flattens his tongue against your sensitive nipple as his hot cum spurts inside your aching cunt. you snake a hand between your bodies and rub your clit, trying to follow his orgasm. tenko quickly replaces your hand with his, he rubs your clit with his thumb so slow yet so good. you’re cumming within seconds. you’re moaning his name as he finishes you off with his fingers. before you know it he’s kissing you again with the same greedy attitude as the times before. when he reaches down for your clit again you toss your head back. “i fucking love this pussy.” he says while kissing down your throat, leaving small hickies on your collarbones. his lips are at your stomach now and he leaves a kiss under your belly button. and then another underneath that one, and before you know it his tongue is lapping up your arousal. he’s about to go deeper until you hear the sound of the front door open.

you quickly meet his eyes while hopping up to get dressed before your mom sees the two of you. you’re hastily buttoning your top when you notice tenko propped up on one elbow, pants still unzipped, staring at the length of your skirt. “what are you doing? my mom is gonna be in here any second.” you try whispering but your frustration comes through louder. he rolls his eyes and begins buttoning his jeans. you’re leaning over your desk, looking in the mirror trying to fix your hair and smudged mascara when you feel tenko kneeling behind you. you can also hear the sound of your mom’s footsteps on the stairs. “get the fuck up. do you want to get ca-” you gasp when you feel his tongue against your cunt again. you close your eyes feeling his hot mouth against your clit. his hands come up to put your lace panties back on, the ones he stole off you earlier. “thought i should give these back before your mom sees what’s leftover from what we did earlier.” he gets back up to turn the movie back on, leaving your legs shaking from his teasing.

you’re about to turn around to reprimand him but your mom walks in. her eyes look around the room and she smiles. “i’m glad the two of you are getting along. tenko, your mom is waiting for you. thanks for spending the day with my daughter she could really use a good influence.” he smirks at her words of grattitude. “please, it was my pleasure.”

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 3 months

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His eyes are red and brimmed the sweetest shade of blue and grey. His skin is pale and parched - that is why he is ever greedy, thirsting for more. And you will be there, letting his lithe and trembling fingers roam your figure in all but devastating need.

To consume is to consummate, and to consummate is to take to contain all that you give him within his beating heart.

He breathes heavily against your skin as his lips trace the curve of your neck. There lies beauty in the touch.

All you are to him is all he is to you. Yet, he takes and takes; does he give in return?

What he gives is ravenous attention; destruction dripping from his fingertips, careful not to inflict pain and careful to destroy you whole.

He bites and claws what he can grab, you arch to give him more. His startling, forceful show of love to mend your broken soul.

One day he will forget, you fear, though more wrong you could not be. From ashes he has raised you, your enemies he'll burn.

#this kind of turned into a poem 🤭#what-the-stories-have-foretold #x gn!reader #bnha shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tenko shimura #shimura tenko x reader #shimura tenko #shimura x reader #tenko x reader #tomura x reader #tenko shimura x reader #el 🌺#fyodor x reader

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giyuji · 2 years

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NO EAVESDROPPING! — 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

pairings. dom!shigaraki tomura x sub!fem!reader.

synopsis. overhearing you and dabi presumably talking about his dick size, tomura is more than angry when he hears your referring to it as something small.

cw. 18+ content, established relationship, some fluff as a treat ig, minors do not interact, degradation, throat-fucking, facial, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, cursing (a lot), angry tomu, spitting, one (1) spank, dacryphilia, dubcon (?) reader is confused for a bit but doesn’t want/ask him to stop, this is filthy i’m warning you.

author's note. mimi i know you’re judging me rn but idc, you can pry shigaraki from my cold dead hands >:)

wc. 7.1k.

“It’s just…something small. And I want to try something bigger but I—I don’t know how he’ll react to that.”

Your quietly spoken words had Tomura freeze in his step. Hiding behind the corner to hear your comments better, he stood with his eyebrows pulled into a frown, and his lips pulled into a small pout. Something small? Something bigger? He didn’t know what you were talking about. Much less what you needed to talk about with Dabi of all people.

Dabi scoffed, and the sound on its own was enough for anger to rise up within him. The mere fact that it was him you were conversing with was more than enough to get him on edge. Why couldn’t that damned defective fireplace take the hint and leave you the fuck alone?

“Knowing Shigaraki, he’ll be sulking all night if you were to go through with that idea,” he noted. From his viewpoint, Tomura could barely make out the way Dabi shifted on his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. He grinned, and he was positive that meant nothing good. “Though, if you do want to go bigger…I could help you out.”

Since when did Dabi help people? And what would you need him to help with? Was there something you needed in a bigger size? Something from the store? Most importantly—why was that asshole carrying such a cocky grin upon proposing the idea?

You gasped excitedly, hands clasping together as you looked up at him. “Would you, really?” Tomura didn’t like how elated you sounded; a feeling of jealousy quickly rose up in his stomach, and a snarl found its way to his lips as he watched you take Dabi into an embrace. “Thank you, so, so much. It means a lot.”

What the fuck?

Dabi laughed. The bastard laughed. Throaty and huskily as he used one of his fucked-up disgusting hands to pat you on the back. Tomura felt the itch to decay it, to destroy it so no staple could ever put it back together. The need for his destruction grew bigger once he realised Dabi didn’t laugh—ever.

“It’s alright, doll,” he assured you. “We’ll call it even.”

Doll. Doll…what the hell was he doing? Calling you doll. No—calling his boss’s girlfriend doll. Calling the girlfriend of Tomura Shigaraki doll. Surely, surely, leather face had a death wish at this point. Would he still dare to call you the nickname if he knew Tomura was listening?

“Alright,” you mumbled, and pulled back from the embrace. It only lasted two seconds at most, but even those seconds felt way too long to your boyfriend. “But, still, thank you.”

“Mhm,” Dabi hummed. “How about we keep it as a surprise?”

You frowned, that cute little crease settling in-between your eyebrows as it always did. Tomura felt the need to even it out with his fingers; the small movement almost a habit by now. He fought the urge, however, and stayed hidden. The conversation you and Dabi shared seemed far from over.

“A surprise?” You asked, head tilted to the side. The ends of your mouth turned downwards, and you scratched your elbow. “I—I don’t know if that is a good idea. Tomura doesn’t really like surprises, especially one like this, I feel like.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Dabi responded. He moved to stand eye-to-eye with you, one side of his lips inching upwards into a small smirk. “Surely, he wouldn’t mind you going for something bigger? It’s just this once, after all. We can keep it a secret for now.”

His head hurt. Searching for the meaning behind Dabi’s words, the context he was missing was tiring—but once he did, that headache made way for something else. Unbridled anger as the words properly settled in. You wanted to try something bigger, and you were choosing Dabi of all people to get it from. Nevermind utterly humiliating him in front of that bastard, now you also chose him to be the person that would help you cheat on him.

Tomura felt the familiar itch returning; the itch to destroy, to kill, to get rid of all things he didn’t like. An itch that hadn’t made an appearance since you’d gotten together. All things, all people—the source of his rage all pointed towards a single person. And it wasn’t you. No, no, never you. He could never do that to you. For you, he had something else in store.

“Oh,” he heard you mumble, voice hushed to a whisper. “No…I—that’s not a very good idea, I think.”

Had he perhaps misread your signs? Were you not satisfied with him?

Each time he took you, you’d twitch underneath him, you’d struggle to take him all the way to the hilt—no matter how much he prepared you for it. Your cute little doe-eyes would look up at him, filling to the brim with tears as you begged him to let you cum, your nails leaving little indents on his shoulder blades as they racked up and down his back.

And he truly, truly thought he was doing a well enough job in the moments he’d have you crying out his name as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Maybe he was wrong.

Tomura had heard enough. You were about to continue talking, he could see, but he was in no way in the mood for it. He moved faster than both you or Dabi could comprehend, storming into the room with a deep frown and a clenched jaw.

“No, it’s not a fucking good idea,” he snarled towards the both of you. Four of his fingers harshly grabbed a hold of your upper arm, pulling you towards him. A startled gasp left you, though you stifled it rather quickly upon noticing the expression he carried. “Come with me.”

It wasn’t as if you had much choice in the matter.

“Bro, calm down, we were ju—”

Dabi’s words fell on deaf ears. Tomura didn’t listen, not to him, and not to you, he instead marched over to your bedroom—only stopping his rough movements and letting go of your arm when he went to lock the door. He threw you against it, ignoring the slight sound of pain that slipped past your lips. With a pout, you rubbed the spot on the back of your head that got hit.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Quit acting so fucking stupid.” With one step, he closed the space between the two of you. His slender figure pressed up against yours, tits squishing against his chest as he trapped you between himself and the wooden surface behind you. “You know exactly what the hell that was for.” He mumbled. Due to the close proximity, you felt his breath fanning your face.

“I—I don’t. Tomura, I—”

“Shut up!” He repeated. “Just—shut up.”

One of his hands wrapped around your waist, pushing you tighter against his hips. The other found its way up into your hair, careful at first, delicate as he carded through the locks, then, all at once, he used four of his fingers to harshly tug it downwards. A sharp whine left you at the sting. He looked down at you from this angle, and it send a shiver down your spine.

His breathing was erratic, his chest heaved up and down, and you felt yourself squirm beneath him as he took his sweet time glancing over every inch of your body. Tomura took a peek at your chest, where your tits were sitting so prettily in that tight little shirt, moving up and down as you panted. He looked at your legs, almost fully visible in that skimpy skirt you’d chosen to wear today—almost as if you’d planned to fuck Dabi today. How dare you wear such an outfit for anybody other than him?

He exhaled; jaw still clenched as he captured your eyes with his again. The red within turned less scarlet by the second, rapidly fading into a deep bordeaux. You gasped when you felt his nose nudging the side of your cheek, swallowing as you watched him lean in towards your ear. His lips grazed your soft skin as he spoke.

“I’m very angry,” he admitted. “So, be a doll, and do what I say.”

It felt good to use the nickname like that. Tomura found relief in using it in a derogatory way. The hand he had in your hair carefully slid down, and he used it to put a few of your locks behind your ear as he pulled himself back from you. The smile on his lips unnerved you, and yet excited you at the same time. Never had you seen him this angry, at the very least not at you.

“O—Okay,” you whispered, captivated by the feral look in his eyes. “Okay. I—I’m sorry, for whatever I—”

“On your knees.”

Somewhere, you should’ve known trying to apologise now would be futile. Even if you weren’t entirely sure what you’d done wrong to rile him up so badly. You blinked at him. Stupidly, if you were to ask him. An irritatingly, innocent look on your face. Aren’t you such a pretty little actress, hm? Acting as if you weren’t verbally expressing your desire to walk the path of infidelity.

Tomura pulled on your hair again; you managed to stifle your whimpers this time around. This little performance of yours was pissing him off—almost as much as it was turning him on. As aggravating as it was, he still felt his pants tighten considerably at those troublesome doe-eyes you were giving him. Fuck you. Fuck you and those stupid eyes. Luckily for him—he was about to.

“Are you fucking deaf?” He lashed out, nose poking into the skin of your cheek. You shook your head quickly, squeezing your eyes shut. “Then get on your fucking knees.”

“Okay! Okay!”

Slowly, almost too slowly, you finally kneeled down to the ground. Your fingers traced alongside his trousers as you went, but one scalding glare from him had you remove them. Of course—he wasn’t in a particularly good mood. Testing him any further was bound to end in tragedy. You released a shaky breath once your knees touched the wooden flooring, withholding a flinch at the cold temperature of it.

You looked back up at him, waiting, for what—he didn’t know. Tomura scoffed. “You know what to do, don’t you? Been down here plenty of times before,” he huffed. Somehow, him removing his eyes from your figure hurt.

If anything, your pretend-confusion was fuelling his impatience. For a second he hesitated, entertained the thought of you being genuinely baffled at his behaviour. Then the words you’d given to Dabi fought themselves back into his head, and all previous doubt washed away. Even if they hadn’t—you still reached for his belt buckle despite your so-called confusion.

You didn’t need to pretend. Tomura was well aware how much you enjoyed sucking him off, almost as much as he did receiving it. You once tried hiding it, but the second he got down to finger you after you’d given him head, to prepare you for him, he was bewildered at the ease in which his fingers slid inside. Since then, you hadn’t tried to hide it. And even if you did, that whorish cunt of yours would betray you any day of the week when it came down to him.

It was one of many things he loved about you. Immediately, he discarded that thought. No—no, he wasn’t going to love you tonight. He was mad, furious even, and he’ll be damn sure to let you know.

Your nimble fingers hastily made work of the buckle, a soft clinging sound the only sound save for your heavy pants; the rapid tufts of air hit his pelvis as you scrambled to get his dick out from its restraints. Before Tomura could scold you about taking your sweet, sweet time, your hand ducked into his boxers. You earned yourself a hiss at the sudden contact, and, then, a sigh in relief as you started moving up and down, and up and down, setting a steady pace.

He was about to sputter out a protest when you removed your hand away from him, though he quickly decided against it when he saw you spit into the palm of your hand. Using your saliva and the drops of pre-cum he’d produced as slick to get rid of the friction, he had to withhold a groan as you now started moving again—this time without the slight burn customary of some pesky dryness.

You thumbed his tip, having him stutter. He looked at you again, and he grinned at the way you seemed to lap up the attention. His attention—only his. Four of his fingers pushed against your head. It was clear as day what he wanted you to do, and from the way you bit your bottom lip in anticipation, thighs rubbing together to chase some type of relief—you didn’t mind it at all.

With a newfound vigour, you hastily tucked some escaped strands of your hair back behind your ears. The smile you gave him as he gathered all your locks together into a make-shift ponytail, was almost enough to dwindle his anger. Almost. If you hadn’t tested the waters further, hadn’t continued jerking him off and ignoring his blatant hints, he would’ve lost his fury tight then and there.

Before he could lash out, however, your plumb lips wrapped around his tip, and all thoughts of scolding were put on the back-burner. You sucked harshly, earning yourself a hiss, and a disapproving glare from above. You grinned, still suckling on the tip only as you swirled around it with your tongue.

Tomura muttered a sound of disagreement. “No, no, no,” he mumbled, one finger tapping on your jaw. “Open.” He instructed. You frowned, eyes narrowing, but complying with his demand regardless. “Further.” He hummed in satisfaction as you listened, and tapped your jaw again. “More.” A devilish grin graced his lips as soon as you did so. “Good.” Then, all at once, he shoved his cock inside your awaiting mouth.

You spluttered around his length, more than surprised at the sudden intrusion. Before, he would always ease you into it. Never had he taken you so roughly. Certainly not your mouth. Small fists hit his thighs, small in comparison to his frame, and you tried to pull your head back—though, you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you. He simply let out a low groan, head thrown back as he felt your throat constricting around him when you gagged.

He didn’t stop. Who cared about your fists continuously hitting his legs? Tomura moved his hips, fucking into your mouth with a newfound ecstasy coursing through him. Fuck—you felt so good. He peeked down through his eyelashes, a sadistic grin forming on his lips as he watched the tears form in your eyes. You gagged again, pushed yourself back, again. Aren’t you a fucking liar.

Stop squeezing your thighs together. Stop trying to reach a hand down towards your clit. Stop trying to chase your own high. Maybe then he’ll take your word for it, maybe then he’ll believe you’re not thoroughly enjoying getting your throat fucked like a common whore.

Once again, you spluttered around him. This time he’d purposely sought it out, with the four fingers pressing you down towards his pelvis. “What’s wrong, baby,” he mocked, the coo in his voice the cause of your furiously heated cheeks. “Hm? ‘Thought it wasn’t anything big—fuck—just, shit, just something small. Stop, ngh, stop struggling, then.”

That cute little frown settled on your forehead again, in-between your brows, and this time he pushed it back down with his index finger. “Shh,” he murmured in response to your muffled whine. “Just take it. Shouldn’t be too difficult, after all.” The last part of his sentence lacked his previous joyful taunting. It didn’t seem you were taking his words to heart; too consumed with his cock in your mouth to focus on anything else.

Your eyes widened as he slowed his pace, steadily coming to a slow rhythm opposed to the rapid thrust from before. Tomura allowed you to take him inch by inch, pushing more and more of him down your throat until he was fully in again. He let out a guttural moan when he felt your nose nudging his pelvis, your nails scratching into the fabric of his jeans, you constricting around him again. You truly did feel like a blessing when you brought him such bliss.

“Fuck, keep going like that,” he groaned. With his head thrown back, he missed the sight of you looking up at him with tears dripping down the apples of your cheeks. Loud hums left you, used as a signal to tell him that you couldn’t breathe. Of course, he didn’t particularly care right now. “Just a bit more, baby, just a bit—shit, fuck, fuck—”

Groan after groan left him, weaving a beautiful song together as he chased that high, only so he could throw himself off the edge of it. Tomura pulled you back from his cock, ignoring the way you heaved for air, and switched back to thrusting in your mouth. He went harder, faster, deeper, faster again, until he felt himself nearing the edge. A string of curse words tumbled past his lips, and quickly, before you could properly comprehend it—he pulled out of your mouth.

You panted as he did so, trying to gather every bit of air you could. The entirety of your forehead was drenched in sweat, baby-hairs sticking to it, and your cheeks were wet with tears, your mouth still connected to his cock by a mixture of saliva and pre-cum. With tired eyes, you looked up at him.

If you really were to leave him after this….well, then he was for sure going to make the absolute most out of it.

You’d always been his favourite sight to lay eyes on, but that amplified tenfold as soon as your pretty face was debauched by his release. And so, he painted your face white again. Clutching onto the experience for, perhaps, the last time ever.

As soon as you caught up to his plans, you’d closed your eyes and opened your mouth. Greedy, hungry to take it all. A thick, heavy rope of his cum landed on your cheek, and another one on your tongue as you hurried to lap it up, another one decorated the bridge of your nose, and fuck—weren’t you gorgeous.

Tomura’s chest heaved up and down as he looked at you, each gasp of air felt like it wouldn’t be enough to get the rapid beat of his heart to normal. Quickly, he tore his eyes away from you, and towards your bed. Just for a moment. Immediately after, two of his fingers reached out to scoop up his release. He gathered all of the residue from your pretty face, cleaning it up until everything was on his fingers, and then harshly shoved them into your mouth.

You gurgled around his fingers for a few second, once again surprised at the sudden fill, but it didn’t take long for you to gather your bearings. As soon as you started lapping up the cum around his fingers, sucking the digits clean, he grinned. Such a greedy little whore for him. You always were. Always. All the more reason for him to get angry at your conversation with Dabi.

Were you just a whore, then? Not his whore, but simply a general one. He wasn’t too sure if he could accept that.

Tomura leaned down. One of his knees joined yours on the floor. With two of his fingers still in your mouth, he used his other hand to grab your chin. He pulled you towards him, relishing in the way your breath hit his face as you fought to catch your breath. Your eyes locked onto his.

“On the bed,” he said, nose nudging yours slightly. He cursed under his breath when he felt you suck eagerly on his fingers, the acknowledgement at his words sending his blood straight to his cock again. “All fours, face down, ass up. Think you can do that, hm?”

You nodded furiously, eyes still damp with tears as you ached for him to finger you, to fuck you, to do something to you. Tomura pulled his fingers out of your mouth with force, enjoying the way you coughed and cleared your throat as a response. As soon as you’d found your composure again, you looked at him.

You looked at him as if he carried the world on his shoulders. Why ever think of cheating, then? His eyes glazed over again as the words echoed in the back of his mind. Something small, something small, something small. Your whine pulled him out of it, and he blinked as he watched you push yourself closer to him—you were trying to sneak a kiss.

“No,” he said firmly, almost as if he was bored. Four of his fingers cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks together to halt your movement. You wouldn’t get a kiss from him. Not this time. “No. Get a move on.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, and he rolled his eyes. If this wasn’t one of the oldest tricks in your book. You knew he’d do anything to prevent you from crying—on usual circumstances, that is. You looked up at him, still on your knees, and a tear fell from your eyes as you blinked. You were waiting for him to change his mind, to give in as he usually would. His hold on your cheeks tightened, and his glare never wavered.

“Get. Going.”

There was a small hint of surprise on your face. Of course, your sweet little boyfriend wasn’t in a sweet mood. You really should’ve thought about that before trying to pull out the waterworks to get your way. You cleared your throat, sniffing, and wiping away the tear before you quickly got up and positioned yourself on the mattress.

The skirt you wore inched up to your back, and you never bothered to adjust it. Instead, you allowed him a full view of your perky ass and thoroughly soiled panties. Were you enjoying this that much? Perhaps you still hadn’t gotten the message.

No matter—he’ll fuck it into you.

Your antics annoyed him, but, fuck, if the view you’d given him wasn’t one for sore eyes. The plush skin of your ass was calling out to him, asking, no, begging him to touch it. And he was sure the amount of slick that was dripping down your thighs and wetting your panties, was something he’d never seen before. Supple thighs stained; lacy thong utterly ruined.

He was trying to be mad at you. Trying to tell you he was. He should’ve known you’d be too much of a slut to see any of this as a punishment.

Before finally laying a hand on your figure, Tomura reached for the gloves he’d thrown off this morning. Leaning down with a groan, an annoyed one, as it was one more step to take before he got to burry himself inside you again, he snatched the gloves from a nearby side-table. As mad as he was at you—he still didn’t want you dead. And in his current state, he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust himself not to accidentally use five fingers.

Soft footsteps graced your ears, and a quiet yelp left you as you finally felt his fingers touching your skin—three of them, now, as his pinkie and ring finger were covered by the supple leather.

A low rumble sounded through his chest, and he sighed as he kneaded the flash of your ass between his fingers with one hand, the other being used to rut his dick up into. Tomura cursed under his breath as he glanced down at his ever-hardening cock. He never needed long to get himself going again, not with you.

A squeak left you when you felt his tip prodding your clothed core, pushing the sullied fabric further into your wetness. Droplets of his pre-cum only adding to the mess between your legs. He wondered what was on your mind right now. And he wondered if you’d caught on to what he was planning, yet.

Your shaking hand raised from the bed, fingers twitching as you pointed at what was behind him. At the same place he’d just retrieved his gloves from. “Condoms are—are on the side-table,” you managed to get out.

“Huh?” Tomura mumbled, and turned his head to look at the box he’d purposely left behind. He chuckled, firmly pinching your flesh between his fingers. “Yeah, that’s nice. They look real pretty sitting over there.” Grunting as he tugged your figure backwards, relishing in the feel of your cunt tightly pressed against him. “And they’ll stay pretty. Over there.”

You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped; conflicted, turned-on, and impatient. The second of the pair took over as your boyfriend reached for the side of your panties, pushing them aside and letting them snap back against your ass with a loud snap. You flinched at the sound more than at the feel. The hand he had on your hip tightened, fingertips leaving crescent indents into your bare skin as he pushed your skirt further up. This was taking too long. You wanted him—now. The risk of him fucking you raw far less important to you than getting fucked silly.

It was cold when he pushed your thong aside, the warmth of your pussy much higher than the one of the rooms. You shivered as he brought the tip towards your folds, a strangled groan leaving him as he slid it through your slick. Tomura cursed again, a plethora of colourful words coming out of him as he toyed with your pussy a bit longer—prodding you here and there but never going in fully.

Once you felt him push the tip in, finally, a sudden rush of panic washed over. Was he really going to take you like this?

“Wait—are you—are you not gonna gra—Fuck!”

Tomura didn’t give you a second to complain. All at once, and without warning, he bullied his cock through your folds and into that sweet, sweet cunt. The stretch burned, the sudden intrusion hurt, and the only thing that prevented an agonising wail was the slick you’d gathered by sucking him off.

It still hurt—you both knew. You from the signs your body was giving you, and him from your pitiful whines and pathetic stutters. The thing was, he didn’t seem to care much. And for some reason….neither did you.

When he was fully inside, he leaned down. Never moving, simply positioning himself near your head to answer the question you’d tried to push out. “No,” he whispered, looking at you through his lashes. An unknown look occupied his eyes as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “No, I’m not going to grab one.”

Again—if you really were to leave him after tonight, Tomura at least wanted to fuck you raw just this once. To fill you up to the brim, to see his cum seeping out of you. Just this once. As a consolation from himself to himself.

You wanted to make a comment, he knew. Something smart, as you always did. A quip like ‘yes, I’ve gathered that myself, funnily enough,’ but you never got the chance. Instead, a sharp gasp left you, fingers curling into the duvet and cheek getting squished into the mattress as he started moving. He hammered into you, in-out-in-out, pace never faltering and way too quick for your thoughts to stay coherent.

One of his hands left your waist, and at first Tomura tried putting his shirt between his teeth to allow him a full view of your greedy pussy sucking his cock in so perfectly. Though, he settled on taking it off completely once it kept getting in the way. Not once did he stop his thrusts as he moved, as he discarded the black tee across the room. You kept clenching around him, making that tight feel even more prominent.

“T—Tomu,” you babbled, a gasp interrupting your sentence. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his tip prodding a spot that had you keen, toes curling as he continued hitting it. “Please—I, ngh, just—wait—too—too fast.”

“Shh, you don’t need a second,” he told you, leaving very little room for arguments. A euphoric sigh left him when he thrusted again, the wail you let out music to his ears, the way your ass jiggled with each pump something they should put in the Louvre. “It’s—fuck—it’s just something—small, right?”

You shook your head no. Fast. Furiously, so. Tears gathered at your waterline, more so from pure bliss rather than pain. The lack of prep burned at the start, it still does, but less so. “No! No! It’s—what are you—”

“Shut up,” he snapped. One of his palms harshly struck one of your ass cheeks, and his cock twitched at the way you yelped in surprise. Don’t think he missed the way you tightened around him—he didn’t. His hand reached for your throat, abandoning your waist, and he pulled you upwards. With your back against his chest, he brought his mouth next to your ear. “Just shut the fuck up.”

“O—Okay,” you stuttered, a strangled moan leaving you again as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin got louder, and louder, and louder; the skin of your ass now a bright red from the way he hit it a few seconds ago. You whined against him, your hand finding the one that was resting on his throat. “F—Fuck, Tomura.”

He squeezed. “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” He sneered, and you opened your mouth to apologise. A wrong decision on your part, as he grabbed your jaw to keep your lips apart. Then, before you realised, he spit into your mouth, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he watched you swallow it down without even being told to do so. “Fucking whore.”

Fuck—he’d never called you that with such disdain, such anger, such harshness before. You almost felt ashamed of the way it had your pussy flutter around him. He grunted at the feeling, dick twitching at the way you sucked him in so perfectly. You were so warm, so snug, and so perfectly moulded for him.

For him. And absolutely nobody else. Nobody else—ever again. If Dabi dared to lay a hand on you in such a way, Tomura would kill him. League of Villains be damned.

An overabundance of groans, mumbles, and moans left him as he pounded away at your cunt. The squelching of your slick the finest tune to ever hit his ears, especially as it started coating his balls as well as your thighs in your juices. So, so wet—but not wet enough.

He hammered at the spot he knew would have you whimper, and grinned when you did just that. You clawed at his hips; head thrown back against his shoulder. The only thing he did was pull you tighter against him as he moved the hand on your waist towards your front.

Careful caresses turned to rough squeezes, and you yelped as he took one of your tits into the palm of his hand; squeezing so hard it lingered on the edge of pain. He tweaked your nipple through your shirt, only moving on towards other parts of your body once he saw you getting accustomed to the touch. You whined at the loss, but a gasp interrupted the sound. Two of his fingers toyed with your clit, and you truly, truly hoped he wasn’t angry enough to leave you high and dry.

“Please,” you heaved; droplets of sweat decorating your forehead.

Tomura did contemplate not letting you cum at all. Then, he realised ruining you forever would be an infinitely better way to go—ruining you so badly, no other touch would ever compare to his. You can go. You can leave him, by all means.

But you will be absolutely miserable.

He grinned at the plan forming in his head. Yes—that was what he would do.

The stimulation of his dick rutting inside you, prodding against your inner walls so roughly and so perfectly, the way his fingers circled your clit, it was almost too much. His pace was relentless, and it was clear he was worked up, unforgiving, as he worked his frustrations out on you. He was both literally and figuratively fucking you raw.

And it felt so good, to you, and to him. To finally be as close as possible, to no longer have a barrier—to feel all of the other. You could feel every vein, every curve, every throb of his cock, and it was absolutely euphoric.

The ecstasy coursing through you was conveyed vocally, your moans picking up in pitch as he continued, slight hiccups joining in as tears of ecstasy started cascading down your cheeks. Tomura hummed, and brought the hand around your throat up towards your face. His thumb picked up one of the tears you allowed to fall, and he put it in his mouth, sucking on the salty liquid. After that, his hand found your throat again.

You clasped your eyes shut. “’m close—‘m close,” you managed to gasp.

Your reached for him, to hold onto him, feeling your knees starting to give out. He grunted at your declaration, never stopping, never pausing to push your arm away from the back of his neck. If anything, you felt him apply the slightest bit of pressure to your neck again.

With his fingers tightly around your throat, on your clit, and with his fat cock bullying its way in-and-out of your pussy, you felt your orgasm was long overdue. When it finally, finally hit, you were trembling in his grasp. Strangled gasps and stuttered moans left you, your high washing over you in sharp waves as you clamped down around him. The mere feel of it had him barrelling over the edge after you.

Tomura moaned as he came—for the first time ever since the two of you got together. Unfiltered, unrestrained, as he allowed himself to fill you up. His seed seeped into you, warm, thick and never-ending. You whimpered at the feeling, one of your hands finding his hair. You’d worry about finding a Plan B pill later. For now, you were savouring the way your cunt was milking him dry. He stuffed you to the brim, riding out both of your orgasms just a tad longer before pulling out abruptly.

Some of his cum dripped out as soon as he did so, but he didn’t waste a second and immediately used two fingers to scoop it up and finger it back into you. You squeaked at the feeling, still overly sensitive as you came down from your high. The feeling of fullness only fully settled in once he put your panties back in place, paying no mind to the cum oozing out from the sides—it’d do a well-enough job at keeping it inside for now.

Tomura was done after that. Something he made very well known, as he let go of your body after which caused you to fall back onto the mattress. A feeling of emptiness washed over you, ironic, considering your current situation. You turned around quickly, features carrying nothing but hurt, lips downturned into a pout, as you watched him tuck himself back in his pants.

He turned his back towards you. Glancing around the room, probably for the shirt he’d discarded, he never once paid any mind to you. As if you weren’t there. As if he wasn’t fucking you stupid a few seconds ago.

“Tomu?” You called out meekly, voice small and almost reduced to a whisper. You fiddled with the duvet underneath you, glancing between the blanket and your boyfriend who was still giving you the cold shoulder. “Are you—Aren’t you going to…”

“Going to what?” He snapped; still, he didn’t look at you. Instead, he started focusing on putting his shirt back on. Once his head popped back up from the top, he finally sought you out. The look in his eyes had you frown. “Going to hold you after? Go ask Dabi to do so.”

“Why would I want Dabi to do so?”

He laughed. He laughed, but very little of it was genuine. “Oh? So, he’s not enough for a cuddle, but you’re more than eager to try out his something big.”

You blinked at him. Did he….no, did he sound hurt? You thought you saw anger in his eyes at first, but slowly, now that the sex was over, it started making way for something else to shine through. Something you hadn’t seen on him before.

“What are you talking about?”

The aggravated sigh he let out scared you, and you leaned backwards slightly when he threw his hands around in the air as an emphasis of his annoyed state. “Don’t act fucking stupid with me! I heard your conversation. Next time just fuckin’ talk to your boyfriend about that shit instead of complaining about it to others, fuck!” His voice sounded raw at the end of the sentence, choked-up. It tugged on your heartstrings.

He’d heard your conversation…had he—did he think it was about…?

“I—Oh.”

It was the only thing you managed to get out. The wrong words, as it seemed, considering Tomura only got more upset. You hadn’t meant for him to overhear, much less think it’s about….that. This was all a huge misunderstanding. A misunderstanding that did, admittedly, delivered you one of the best fuckings of your life (so far).

“Yes. Oh. Now, do us both a favour, and get out, okay?”

“No, no, Tomura, that—that wasn’t about you.” You explained, or tried to. He raised an eyebrow, his face displaying a sense of disbelief all-round. Wincing, you hurried up from the bed, discarding how his cum started dripping down your leg as you walked over to him. “I mean it was, but not in the way you think. It…it was for your birthday.”

Tomura frowned. He was silent for a bit, blinking a couple of times as if it’d help settle the words in faster. “My birthday?” He mumbled after a while, voice quiet and dialled down to a hushed whisper.

Carefully, your hand reached out for his. Still with the gloves on, he allowed you to tangle them together. It could be that he was too shocked at your words to push you away, or perhaps you’d assured him enough to let you hold his hand for now. You really hoped for it to be the latter.

“Yes.” You confirmed, giving him a small, sad smile. “You’re turning twenty-one. That’s a big one, so….I thought of swapping our usual celebration for a bigger one. I just….wasn’t sure if that was something you’d be into.”

Tomura grunted. If he was to be honest, it wouldn’t be something he would be into. And Dabi was, as annoying as he deemed it, right—he would be sulking all night. Which reminded him….

“Then, why the fuck did Dabi offer to help?”

You chuckled at the scowl on his face, poking a finger at the end of his mouth to push it back down. He swatted your hand away, though never showed any true malice. If you weren’t mistaken, you even saw a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“He probably knew you were there,” you said. “He gets a kick out of pissing you off.”

“Yeah, he does,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “Fucking asshole.”

You laughed, airy and light, a complete opposite to the mood a mere thirty seconds ago. Tomura pursed his lips together, the closest you’d get to a smile from him, and squeezed your hand. There was more he wanted to say, you knew there was, but it seemed he wasn’t quite ready, yet. So, you waited, waited, and waited, until he finally took a sharp inhale of breath.

Turning to look away from you again, hiding the slight colouring of his cheeks from your sight, he cleared his throat. “So…you—you are happy…with me?”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “Very happy.” You assured him, your free hand reached up towards his face, tucking a few strands of his hair out of the way so you could get a proper look at him. “…And, we both know you’re far from something small.”

He grumbled some stuff under his breath, feigning a certain amount of nonchalance. If you hadn’t known him as long as you had, you would’ve believed him—but this time, you knew his signs, and you noticed the way the tips of his ears turned red. You didn’t point it out. Something told you he wouldn’t appreciate it. That didn’t stop you from appreciating it, however, no matter how much he tried to hide his face. Only when he murmured something under his breath, did he pull you out of the daze you were in.

“We have to go to the pharmacy,” he reminded you, glancing down at your skirt. A heavy blush flowed to your cheeks, and you cleared your throat. “Don’t really feel like being a father to someone.”

“Right, right, me, neither….” You chuckled, scratching the back of your head as you tried to pass off your current embarrassment. It didn’t work, and he noticed, at least, it seemed that way from the grin tugging at the edge of his lips. “Let me just get changed really qui—”

“No.”

You blinked at him, startled at the insinuation he was making. “But—it…it’ll drip, and people, they—they’ll see.” You stammered, feeling the heat once again rise to your face.

“Better keep it inside then.” Tomura mumbled, gloved hand wrapping around your wrist to tug you along. He didn’t seem to pay much mind to the way you looked at him; widened eyes, open mouth, and raised eyebrows—though, you did catch the smirk on his lips as he unlocked the door again. “Let’s go.”

….And, well, who were you to say no? You had a pharmacy to go to.

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Colour Theory, pt. 1: Horizon Line

(formerly known as "Perspective")

shimura tenko × afab she/her and poc friendly reader ft. todoroki touya.

safe for work // 4.8k words // AO3 // part 2. warnings: jealousy + some actions may be considered creepy. low self-esteem, shyness, a couple of very brief musical references, family member death mention.

summary: tenko goes to art school and gets a little crush on a musical theater major.

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Horizon Line -- an actual or imaginary line in a work of art representing the point at which water or land seems to end and the sky begins.

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Tenko had fallen asleep before the performance had even started.

He had long lost track of how long he'd been awake for. It was the end of his second semester in university and the prestigious art program he was in made sure to keep him busy with project after project. He was running out of steam. Honestly, he had been running on fumes for weeks now.

He'd rather be in his dorm finishing his assignments instead of sitting in one of the theaters in the performing arts building. If it wasn't a requirement for Fine Arts majors to attend other Fine Arts events, he would have never set foot in this place. The noise of the attendees filling the room and the orchestra tuning their instruments in the pit was grating his sleep deprived nerves.

He grumbled and crossed his arms as someone took the seat beside him, his leg bouncing as he grabbed the program the usher had handed to him when he first entered. Tenko's bloodshot eyes were barely able to process anything more than The Phantom of the Opera on the front of the flimsy pamphlet, before shutting it and glaring at the scarlet curtains on the stage.

A few minutes later, the lights began to dim and he sighed in relief as the room quieted. He could finally catch some much needed sleep.

He tried stretching his stiff legs in an attempt to loosen himself up and closed his eyes.

Only to open them at the sound of your voice singing to him on the stage.

"Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while, please, promise me you'll try."

Tenko was mesmerized. Watching you on stage woke him up more than the energy drinks he'd been living off of all semester. He was absolutely immersed with your performance. He soaked in your every word and movement and before he knew it, two hours had gone by and the cast was being applauded as they bowed.

He sat in awe for a moment as the auditorium lights flicked on and he stood, shuffling through the crowd. He found a nice corner of the lobby behind a pillar as he and some other audience members waited. He skimmed through the program and found you. He whispered your name like a secret only he could ever know.

The cast slowly came out one by one and thanked the guests for coming. Tenko's eyes darted around impatiently. Finally, out came you in the white gown you wore in your final scene, looking like an angel that had come down to offer his sin-filled existence some respite.

You greeted and thanked the attendees as they praised you and handed you flowers. It was the final night of your musical and you were beaming. Tenko's fingers fidgeted at his sides as he yearned to get closer to you and experience your radiance himself.

A guest bowed and left, leaving an opening for him to approach. He took a step out from behind the pillar, but you turned at the sound of your voice coming from behind you. Tenko recognized the person as the man who played the Phantom and sighed when he saw you turn and leave the room.

When Tenko returned to his dorm, he searched your name online and found your social media. His night was spent watching your videos. He didn't realize how much time had passed until his alarm went off and he saw the sunlight peaking out from behind onyx curtains. It was time for him to get ready for class.

The semester had finished with him acing art and barely passing his core courses. It was winter break and with most students away, the campus was deserted. The thought of having no one to go home to didn't even cross his mind as he spent the break filling his sketchbooks with your image.

His second semester started off much better than the first one. His art had rapidly improved from how much he'd been practicing recently.

He found a spot he liked. It was a small outdoor table nestled between some trees on the southern campus dormitory area. The weather on this side of the country wasn't as cold as other prefectures would be in January, but there was still the occasional breeze that made his dry skin prickle up with goosebumps. It was the rain that was more likely to get him sick, although, since he was under the wide umbrella of the table, he found that unlikely and continued his sketch of you.

A week and a half later, he gulped down the last of his cold medication and slammed the container down in frustration. He leered at the harrowed reflection staring back at him on the dirty bathroom mirror. His eyes were heavy with deep bags, his skin a sickly colour, and his black hair hadn't been brushed in 2 or 3 days. He let out a sigh.

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He found another spot he liked, safe from the chilling late January rain. It was in the performing arts building, in a seating area by the entrance. The art program may have been the school's top program, but the grand architecture and romantic interior design of the performing arts building clearly showed it also wasn't anything to scoff at, despite being was a few stories shorter than the building across the quad that Tenko was more familiar with. It was much noisier here, too.

Tenko had his earbuds in as he slouched on the upholstered chair, sketching, when he noticed a familiar form in the corner of his eye.

It was someone he recognized as your frequent scene partner that you seemed to be joined at the hip with, if your social media was anything to go by. Tenko felt a spark of excitement bubbling inside of him and he looked around hoping to see you, but your face was not among the crowd of students. His hope deflated to disappointment and he scratched the side of his neck. You were likely already in class.

It was ten minutes into the hour when Tenko decided to leave. He gathered his things and carried his sketchbook in his arms as he stood and walked away from the seating area.

He tripped over his feet and bumped into someone, his sketchbook flying out of his grasp.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry!!"

It was you.

Your sweet voice was full of apology as you bent down to grab his sketchbook for him. He watched in awe at how swiftly you moved. He was at a loss for words. Your fingers froze over the edge and Tenko realized what page it had landed open on.

"Is that... me?"

Your voice sounded so pretty, even when you were confused. He felt his face burning as you grabbed the sketchbook and stood. Your eyes stared down at the sketch of you he had just done while in the seating area, when he was itching to catch a glimpse of the top of your head through the crowd.

You were so close now and it was going to kill him.

"This is from my Jekyll and Hyde audition in Spring 2220, right? Back when I was trying to get the role of Lisa. I can't believe it's already been three years since then..."

You were so close now and he knew you'd think he was a creep for watching your old videos and bumping into you. You probably thought he had it all planned out, like some sort of stalker.

"Is it okay if I flip through..?"

His brain was screaming at him to say 'no, give it back' but his head nodded, unable to deny you of anything you wanted from him. Yes, there were sketches of you without any clothes on and he was well aware of how that would look, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He would rip out his heart for you to use as a hand warmer, if you asked.

He watched with a gut wrenching mix of horror and delight as you flipped through and took your time to study every page. Drawing had always come easily for him, with hands being his favourite body part to draw. Expressions were a bit more difficult for him to feel satisfied by so he preferred to leave faces blank or smudged out. With you, he actually put in the effort to capture your expressions.

He could see your eyes carefully observe every stroke he had made and take in the details. The furrow in your brow as you focused had him contemplating whether or not he wanted to reach his hand over to your face and smooth it out or leave it perfect the way it was.

You hand him the sketchbook and he snaps out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" He had been too in his head to hear what you had said.

"Thank you, I've never had someone draw me before. It feels really nice." You say with a soft laugh.

The sound made his skin itch and the tips of his fingers tingle with electricity. He clutched his sketchbook tight enough to pale his knuckles. His nails dug into the material as he barely remembers to stop staring and nod as you offer him praise and he feels dizzy. You were so nice. Why were you so nice? To him? He wanted to speak but he couldn't decide on what to say.

"I gotta go. I'm super late to practice and my partner's going to be on my ass about it." You sighed. You wave goodbye and disappear down the hallway.

He was also a bit late to class. His figure drawing professor shot him a judgmental look as he entered the room. Tenko couldn't bring himself to care.

You knew he existed.

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The weather was nice and Tenko was sketching at the outdoor table, when someone sat across from him. He looked up and saw you with an ice cream cone.

"I knew you looked familiar! You're the person that's always out here working on something."

He felt his face heating up as you took a lick of your ice cream. You were so forward. He didn't expect you to approach him again. He had chalked the positive end of your last conversation up to politeness.

"I guess you've been drawing this whole time, huh? Mystery solved. Also explains why you're so good at drawing."

"Thanks to your performances," Tenko says without thinking. He immediately panics at how creepy he sounded.

"Oh, is that why you draw me? I thought it was the outfits since the costume department goes all out. Huh, interesting."

You continue licking your ice cream while watching him and he has to look away. He felt so shy in your presence. He didn't feel worthy of your attention. You were so soft, so pretty, so talented and he was just a creep with a crush that couldn't stop himself from sketching you constantly.

He looks down at his hands as he stumbles through his nerves when he explains how watching you had helped him with movement, making his art more fluid and dynamic. When he finishes, he looks up and sees you smiling at him. The sight made his breathing hitch and he rasped out a small, "What..?"

Were you making fun of him? Is that what this was? Were you actually just here to--

"I could do some reference work for you, if you'd like?"

His eyes widened and he could feel his face heating, the corners of his lips tugging. He didn't know how to speak without making a fool of himself and he was thankful you kept talking. He was happy to sit quietly and watch you.

"We could schedule private sessions, that way it can be just the two of us without anyone interrupting."

"What?" Questioned a third, deeper voice.

The two of you look up and see your partner staring down at you while holding an ice cream cone of his own. "What kinda weird shit you getting into now?"

Your brows furrowed. "Hm? What do you mean?"

"Your wording sucks."

You took a moment to think about it and became flustered. "I didn't mean anything strange," you assured Tenko.

"Sure, pervert."

"Anyways, this is my new friend, uh..." you look over at him sheepishly, "Sorry, what's your name?"

"Shimura Tenko..." His fingers fiddle with the corner of his paper.

"Can I call you Tenko? Or is that too familiar?"

Tenko's face heated up, "Th-That's fine..."

You nod enthusiastically before looking back up at your partner. "This is my new friend Tenko. They're the artist I was telling you about!"

"Oh, so you're the creep who draws her naked."

"I-It's art..!" You defended.

"S'weird, but whatever." The man seemed bored as he licked his ice cream and took a seat in the chair beside her. "Todoroki Touya. She's like a leech so you're stuck with her now. My condolences."

You nod as you take a lick of your ice cream, "We are now bonded for life."

Tenko awkwardly looks between the two of them, unsure of what to say. The two performers end up in a conversation and he can tell you were trying to include him so that he didn't feel left out. After some bickering, Touya takes a bite out of your ice cream.

"How can you just bite it like that!? Doesn't it hurt your teeth!?"

He shrugs, "The cold never bothered me."

You hum a song from a children's movie as you pull out your phone and hand it to Tenko, asking him to insert his Line I.D. because you want to friend him. He looks between you and Touya, crimson eyes glancing at the arm the other man was lazily resting on the back of your chair.

"Is that okay..?"

You tilt your head in confusion, reminding him of a puppy. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Tenko looks from your kind eyes over to the man beside you whose turquoise pair that seemed to be blazing with fire. Tenko blinks and Touya's now impassive expression. Perhaps the dark look directed towards him was simply his mind playing tricks on him.

He typed in his username and you send him a friend request as soon as the phone is returned to you. You angle the phone above your head to take a selfie. Touya shoves his head into the frame, lazily sticking his pierced tongue out as he photobombed.

You notice the time and stand up in a hurry. "I still have that history paper due tonight and I haven't even started it yet! Bye guys!" You run off towards the student housing that happened to be across from the outdoor table, swiping your student I.D.

Tenko watched as you disappeared into the building before looking over at Touya who still sat at the table, only to find that the man was already staring at him. Tension thickened the air like smoke from a fire that made him feel almost suffocated. He opened his mouth to speak, but Touya merely scoffed at him. He finished his ice cream in a single bite and left. He watched as Touya swiped his student I.D., shooting the timid Tenko a cocky grin as he entered the same building as you.

Before he could think much of it, Tenko felt his phone vibrate and unlocked it to see you had sent him your class schedule so that you two could plan a time to meet up. He eagerly studied the photo and you sent him another photo. It was the selfie you took before you left.

"It was nice seeing you again, Tenko! Let's set up a day to hang out!! Here's a photo in case you forget who I am."

He could feel the heat rising from his neck to his ears.

You were too cute.

He could never forget you.

×X×

Over the next 3 weeks, Tenko lost track of the amount of times the two of you had hung out. Sometimes for drawing references, sometimes to eat at the dining hall, sometimes just for the hell of it. Your schedule was busier than his, so he was appreciative of the fact that you went out of your way to be with him. Especially on today, of all days.

You and Tenko sat on the floor, your backs against the mirror of the small practice room as he clutched the bag of chocolate cookies you had given him.

They were homemade, you said. You had baked them on your dorm floor's shared kitchen. They were in the shape of hearts, flowers, and there was even a bunny shaped. He didn't think he would ever forget the ache in his chest when you told him he reminded you of a bunny. The cookies had pink and red icing made with natural ingredients, which was why the palms of your hands were stained red from the beet juice. He licked his dry lips at the thought of you working hard. Just for him, too, because apparently Touya was a picky eater so you simply bought blue food colouring to use on his cookies. He swallowed anxiously as you continued speaking.

"I was hoping that maybe I'd get chocolates today."

"Isn't Valentine's Day when the girl gives the guy the chocolate..?"

You nod, "The norm is that girls give chocolates to guys on Valentine's Day then on White Day the guy can give the girl chocolates in response, but you never know! Girls can give girls chocolates, too. It happened to a friend of mine in high school, though it was the guy version of that. Anyways, why do Valentine's Day and White Day have to be gender specific? Just show the person you care about that you were thinking of them."

You sighed before continuing, "I've never gotten chocolates before. I know, it's kind of silly to whine about this, but I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic so can you blame me?" You laugh softly to yourself. "If Touya was here, he'd say yes and that it's my fault. He's always teasing me about these kinds of things." Tenko watches as you purse your lips deep in thought.

Tenko chewed his lip before quietly asking, "And Touya..? Won't he give you any on White Day?"

"Maybe, but it'll be different." You pull up your knees and hug them.

Your thighs were distracting and he struggled to keep his eyes off of them.

"The cookies I gave to Touya were obligatory chocolates, not the 'real feeling' kind you would give to someone you like. Last year, I gave Touya obligatory chocolates and he started complaining because he had already received too many sweets. I was so jealous. At least I managed to convince him to give me his chocolate."

Though he enjoyed snacks, Tenko didn't really care for the holiday. He never really had a reason to... until now.

"Tenko, have you ever gotten chocolates? I mean, other than the ones I just gave you?"

"No."

"So, I'm your first?"

He nodded, moving his head to stare down at the sketch in his lap. His fingers fiddled with the corner of the page, crumpling it more and more until it became limp from wrinkling. He had always found destroying things to be quite soothing for him.

"I..." Tenko was hesitant but decided if you were going to reject him, it was better if you did it sooner rather than later. "I used to live in an orphanage..."

In the corner of his eye, he can see you moving your head quickly to look at him. He tried to swallow his nerves as he continued speaking.

"My family died in an accident when I was five. I was sent to live with a distant relative since there was no one else and the situation was not... ideal. The kids at my new school picked up on my gloominess and shunned me. Even when my great uncle died, my presence would be deemed too unsettling to anyone that tried getting to know me."

He was too afraid to turn his head to look at you so he continued fiddling with the page, ruining more and more of it. You place your hand over his, calming the destruction.

"I used to live in an orphanage, too."

Tenko's eyes widened and he looked at you. "Are you... lying?" He whispered.

"My parents died in an accident when I was little. Wrong place, wrong time. I had no other family in Japan, so I got placed in a children's home."

His eyes scanned your face, looking for any sign of this being a trick but he could tell from the warm sincerity in your eyes that you were telling him the truth. "I don't know what to say."

You smile softly at him, "You don't have to say anything."

The feeling of your thumb rubbing circles against his thumb made Tenko's heart tremble. He wanted to swim in this feeling, to drown in your touch.

He watched your eyes glance down from his dark eyes to his lips, his breathing hitching in anticipation as you leaned in slowly to--

The practice room door opened, making the two of you flinch. Tenko missed the feeling of your hand as you leaned back and glared at the intruder.

"I thought I told you to knock before opening doors. You scared me." You folded your arms against your chest.

"I guess I won't give you my chocolates," Touya taunted as he walked over to you. He dropped his bag at the side of you Tenko wasn't on, making a loud 'thump' as it hit the wood floor.

"Chocolate!!"

Touya smirked as you opened it and pulled out a heart shaped cookie with the kanji for love written in icing.

"Whatever, eat later. We've got rehearsal."

You look up at Touya while stuffing your face before looking over at Tenko, then back at your partner. "Already? It's not for another twenty minutes."

Touya rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag before you could reach in for more sweets. "Early is on time, on time is late."

"Hey, that's what I tell you! Don't use those words against me, they sound weird coming from your mouth." You wipe your hands against a handkerchief before moving to stand up. "By that logic, you're always late."

Touya moved towards the door, beckoning you closer with the bag, "Here, doggy."

"Doggy..!?"

"If you spin around and bark I'll give you a treat."

The two of you could hear him laughing as he walked out of the room with the bag.

You pout, "That Touya... doesn't he know dogs can't eat chocolates?" You shake your head and Tenko stands, pulling his backpack on. "I guess I'll... see you later then?"

It felt kind of awkward now, but Tenko didn't mind that much. He only wished that your time together wasn't cut so short.

"Yeah..."

"Can't wait." You grin and walk out of the dance practice room together. You wave as you go down the opposite side of the hall to catch up with Touya. In the distance Tenko can hear you woof.

As Tenko exited the performing arts building, he felt his phone vibrate. He opened it and saw a selfie of you with chocolate smeared on the side of your face, while trying to shove Touya's face out of the frame and seemingly getting the chocolate on his face in the process.

He grinned. He also couldn't wait to see you again.

×X×

"Chocolate? For me?" You gaped at the small bag of chocolates.

Tenko nodded, his eyes shyly peering up at you as you grabbed the bag and opened it. "There's only four. I made more but they… got ruined…"

"They're handmade?" Your face softened at him, making his heart flutter and his fingers flex at his sides in excitement. You took a bite of one and grinned wide, covering your mouth with your hand as you spoke. "This is really good, Tenko. I didn't know you could cook."

Tenko couldn't but he wasn't going to ruin the moment by speaking. He watched as you ate. The two of you were sitting side by side at his favourite outdoor table near your dorm.

Last month, on Valentine's Day, the end of your conversation was a little awkward but thankfully it was gone the next time you guys saw each other. Once again, the two of you had hung out together a bunch of times. The biggest difference though was proximity. Tenko had noticed you getting closer and closer to him at every encounter.

"I finally received chocolates from someone. I'm really happy that it was you, Tenko."

He felt like he died and went to heaven. It would explain your presence. You just needed a halo.

"They're…"

Your eyes looking up from the bag made him nervous and he shook his head, deciding it was better if he didn't finish the sentence.

"They're what?" You ask, sensing his hesitation. "It's just me," you reassure.

"Just you..?" Just you? Just you?

You smile at him before looking down at the bag of chocolates with a pensive expression for a few moments. You look back up at him.

"Tenko."

"…Yes?" His voice nearly broke. Did he go to far? Did he?

"Even if your hair is always in your face, you're pretty cute." You reach out and brush his hair to the side, tucking it behind his ear. The warmth of your finger tips were no match for the heat flaring across his entire body at your sweet gesture.

You giggle and slowly lean in to his face. He doesn't move. He is frozen. You place a kiss on his cheek and he panics, moving further away in his chair with his hand coming up to hover over the site of your affection.

"Y-You kissed me…"

"I-- I'm-- I'm sorry! I didn’t think you would be offended by it. Are you okay?"

"What about Touya!?"

You look at him with a puzzled expression. "What about Touya?"

"He's your boyfriend, isn't he!?"

"Huh!?" You sat up straight in your seat, eyes wide with shock. "I don't have a boyfriend??"

"What.!?"

"You mean --this whole time-- you thought Touya was my--" A laugh escaped your lips for a brief second until you collected yourself, looking at him seriously. "Touya's my best friend. I mean… I did like him at one point but it wasn't reciprocated. Not that it matters, that's old news. I like you, Tenko."

The air left his lungs and he was pretty sure it wasn't going to come back anytime soon.

You liked him?

You?

Liked him?

Shimura Tenko?

Was he dreaming? Hallucinating this entire conversation? It was the only way any of this made sense.

"Here, eat some of these chocolates with me. They're really yummy. The perfect mix of sweet and salty." You pluck one from the baggy and lift it towards his lips. He stares into your eyes then down at the chocolate.

"I'd rather you eat them…"

You pout, "Okay, I won't force you."

You nibble on the chocolate and Tenko licks his lips at the sight.

"What?" You half-laugh. His eyes snap back up to yours.

"I like you, too."

"You do?" You look at him shyly. "I guess now would be a good time to tell you those chocolate cookies I gave you last month were the 'real feeling' kind?"

You've liked him for that long?

Tenko couldn't control himself anymore and, without warning, he leans in and takes your lips into a kiss. It's clumsy and awkward just like him, but you don't shove him away.

He can taste the salty sweet on your tongue as you kiss him back and though he wants to keep going, his lungs protested. He pulls back and the two of you stare at each other as he gathers his bearings.

"Was that your first kiss?" You ask.

He offers a small nod, "It was that bad..?"

"It's okay, we'll have plenty of time to practice."

Surprise filled him. "You want to d-do it again?"

You giggle, "Of course I do. As long as you're alright with it…"

"Right now? We can do it again right now?" He knew he sounded eager but he couldn't bring himself to care. He needed to feel the softness of your lips against his own.

"I like your enthusiasm." You laugh. "Let's do it when it's just us, okay? We're in public. I'm sure we can schedule in some more uninterrupted private sessions, right, Tenko?" You teased lightly.

Tenko gulped, nodding since he didn't trust his voice at the moment.

You weren't disgusted by him, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to be alone with him. You accepted him and all his faults.

You liked him.

Tenko, impatient as he was, could wait as long as you needed him to.

He loved you.

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tomura-complex · 9 months

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Babysitter or something more?

This idea lives in my head for many days. I thought about an AU, where Aizawa is taking care of college student Tenko Shimura and Eri, who he saved from Overhaul. I thought about making more parts, but for now I want to share something with all of you...

Y/n is studying at college and in her free time, she is babysitting. Her former teacher from high school, Aizawa Shouta, notices her offer and calls her. Now it is time for Y/n to babysit Eri in the afternoon and meet Tenko, who is back from his lectures.

“Thank you, Y/n, so much. I’m really busy today, so I’m glad, that you have time to take care of Eri till I’m away. Pick her up at primary school by 1:30 p.m. and help her with homework, if she would have one. Please make lunch for her, Ten and you. Tenko will be at home by 3 p.m., but don’t worry, most of his time, he will be in his room. Please entertain Eri and play desks games or other things… I will be at home by 7 p.m.” I noted all important information and left my apartment. “Alright. I will inform you. And thank you so much Sensei. I really appreciate it.” “That’s alright kid. I’m really glad, that Eri won’t be alone. Bye for now.” I said goodbye and hang up.

When I have done all today’s lectures, I went to the primary school Aizawa told me about and went inside. After a while I found Eri waiting for me. “Hi there, sweetheart. I’m here instead of Aizawa. I’ll take care of you until he comes home, okay?” She curiously looked at me and then smiled. She stood up. “Hi… I’m Eri.” She mumbles. “I’m Y/n. Now let’s go.” I took her hand and went out with her. While walking toward her home, Eri told me about her older brother Tenko and her dad Aizawa. She seems shy at first, but she is really curious and talkative.

When we got to her home, I helped her with homework and we made lunch together. Then I heard door opening and closing and steps in the hallway. “Dad? I’m home.” Mumbles a raspy voice. Wait… I heard this voice already. I turn around and see black haired boy in black pants and hoodie with dark ruby eyes. “Who are you?” He rasps annoyed. “Oh, hi I’m Y/n. I’m taking care of Eri this afternoon, until Shouta comes home.” I smiled and extended hand to him. “Hey.” He grumbles and ruffles Eri’s hair while she hugs him. Then he turns his back at me and leaves. I blinked surprised. “He likes being alone.” Eri says and stand on her stool. I smiled and took out plates. I served chicken teriyaki for the three of us. “I will take this to your brother. I will be right back, okay?” I smiled.

I knocked on the door and no one responded. I slowly opened the door. “Tenko?” I whispered and looked inside. Damn. This place is a mess! I went inside and looked at him. Tenko is sitting by his computer coding something and… listening to some video. I stand right next to him. “Tenko.” I said loudly. He jerks, turns to me and took of his headphones. “What are you doing here? Who told you, you can just walk into my room? Didn’t you see the sign? No girls are allowed here!” He said angrily. “Tenko. I’m just bringing you lunch. And stop grumbling so much. I’m the same age as you and I’m here just for Eri.” I said and placed the plate in front of him. Then I walked out. I sighed and joined Eri in the kitchen.

“Okay, now read this. Just this sentence.” I whisper and Eri started slowly reading the sentence. I took some book for children and I’m reading it with Eri, so she can read better. Once again, I heard doors and dragging legs. Then the noise joined steps on the stairs. “Dad, what was that girl doing here? I could take care of Eri by myself. It’s not that hard.” Grumbles the raspy voice. I turn my head around and blinked. Tenko looks at me and froze. “You’re still here.” He mumbles and ran to his room… again. Aizawa sits down next to us. We greeted and Eri hugged him. “Sorry for Ten. I hope he was not so rude.” Shouta grumbles and scratched his hair. I smiled. “That’s okay. So, I will get going.” I stood up. “Oh and… you studied even literature, right? Tenko would need tutoring, because he has really bad grades and… I don’t have time. And Eri would need more babysitting.” I smiled “Of course. When will I pick her up?” I ruffled Eri’s hair.

-- next week --

I knocked on the door and Shouta opened them. “Hi Y/n, I will call Tenko right away.” He smiles at me and I went inside. I sat down in the living room and took out my notes. After a while, Tenko with bored and annoyed look sat in front of me. “Hey.” I smiled at me. He looked at the floor. “Hi.” He mumbles. He acts… more shyly than before. I sighed. “Okay, let’s begin. We will talk about classic literature.” I smiled.

This lecture was really slow. Ten wasn’t talking much. I said goodbye to Shouta. He dragged Tenko to him and encouraged him to walk me home. I smiled and went outside. He puts his hands in pocket of his hoodie and walks quietly beside me. We stopped at the end of the street. “Thanks for walking me home… and thanks for not being so rude.” I smiled at him. He looks at me, pink blush spreading at his cheeks. “Yeah… bye.” He shuffles his legs and I saw how much his pants are tight. Well… they are too tight, so his little problem is quite noticeable. I smirked and kissed his cheek. He looks into my eyes blushing and out of breath. “We can meet between my tutoring, school and babysitting. If you want to. Bye Ten.” I give him list with my number into his hand and then walk away to my apartment.

So here it is!!! I hope you like it! And if you want, I can make more parts! Because shy college Tenko is the best.

Part 2

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alieinthemorning · 3 months

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Set Me Free [Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko]

Content: Angst, Established Relationship, Hurt No Comfort

Pronouns: None

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Sometimes you think back to when times were simpler.

When you were just an average civilian, working a boring job, clinging onto the thin thread of your life.

Until you met a very special person.

Shigaraki Tomura.

To meet the leader of the league was a feat in its own.

To continue living after is unfathomed.

But now,

Now you wondered.

“You should’ve just killed me, I could’ve been a nameless body in an abandoned cemetery. You could’ve set me free.” You kept your tone flat so as to not give away the biting cold your heart felt.

He didn’t react and you weren’t sure he actually heard you until, “I can still do that if you want.” He flexed his fingers. “I’d rather not but…”

“You’d rather not? Or is he stopping you?”

You’d seen the doctor’s documents. After the operation, he wouldn’t be himself anymore.

He would be Him.

“What?” Obviously he didn’t know.

But who were you to tell him?

So instead of responding, you simply stood and

left.

Not long after you saw him on the news with headline

SHIGARAKI TOMURA WAGES WAR ON HEROES

You turned off the tv.

And think back to simpler times.

“You were the one who held my heart, Shimura Tenko.”

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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Hi love ❤️ I was wondering if you could do Dabi, Shigaraki, chrono and Kai with a S/O who who just grabs them and shoves their face in to her chest when they monologue. Like the S/O is just tired of their endless ranting so she does that to shut them up

*cracks fingers* I would love to-

Listen, you and Dabi rarely fights, so usually a argument is more like the kind of "Oh I like cheese" while the other is staring at you in disgust with a "You are mentally ill."

Really. That's it.

Is actually pretty funny, but now? You were almost throwing a chair at the mktherfucker since he was mocking you about not winning a bet you both made over a movie.

"Another loss doll, what a shame." He muttered, resting his smug face on his hands as he leaned on the kitchen counter as you deadpanned at him.

"Yeah yeah you won, now leave me alone." You hissed.

"Nah. I just need to see your expression at losing again. I can't even remember the count now, do you? I think I won on our lil discussions about of... 100 times already?" He made a false thinking expression as you threw a towel at him...

He obviously dodged with a cackle.

"SHUT UP!"

"I'm just speaking the truth here." He spat with a snort.

You had enough and just went to where he was. Thankfully he was sitting down so it would be more easy.

"Oh. Someone wants a round 2?" He smirked devilish before his eyes went wide open when your hands just grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face right into your tatas.

Well... that was unexpected but surely not unwelcome.

"You're done?" You grumbled with a smile on your face as you nuzzle on his tainted hair before you felt a pair of rough hands squeezing your waist and surely felt a warmth emitting from his face.

"Yeah. I'm shutting up now." The vibrations of his rough voice made you ticklish.

He wouldn't. If you do this every time he will never shut his mouth.

Probably was complaining about heroes or a game he didn't won or smth.

And you were just like "hey chill os not the end of world."

Okay, not LITERALLY because if you say that it will surely cause trouble between you two.

But you got it.

I will go with the second option since I kinda feel bad for him considering the recents events (both manga and anime)

"Tomu is okay."

"No its not." He growled, fingers already at work on scratching his neck "Didn't you see it? That guy obviously cheated. Probably is a momma or daddy boy and got those cheats on games paying billions for it."

"Huh?" You let out. Sometimes in the middle of his angry ramblings you couldn't understand or just the dots didn't connected.

But something you didn't want was for this man to mess up his skin more than it was. His neck was a victim of abuse from his nails already.

You got up in the kindle of his rambling and gently started to caress the oily hair he had before sucefully hushing him and bringing him to a hug with his face other between your chest.

The rambling immediately stopped as his hands started to tremble and for a moment you were afraid you did something to piss him off even more when he just straight up pushed himself away abruptly.

But the sign his face was now a deep shade of red that matched his ruby eyes immediately melted your worry away as you muffled your giggle with your hand.

"Sorry, that got you out of guard tomu?"

He glared up at you before standing up from his chair before just burning his face on your neck, not touching you with his hands still.

He can't even remember why he was so mad about.

Look how effective your love was!

ALL HE KNOWS IS COMPLAIN I SWEAR TO GOD-

Sorry, this man drives me crazy

Anyway-

Surely was bitching about heroes and diseases and how they shouldn't exist/need a cure after bumling with one of them on his walk.

And normally you would sit and listen with pleasure since you were basically the only one Chisaki was open with absolutely everything.

But today was not your day.

You were just staring at him pacing around the room while you were sat on the bed just wanting to go to sleep.

It was a bold and dangerous move considering that normally you warn Chisaki or he just sees so he can prepare himself.

But nope. You just got up and pulled him abruptly to a hug with his face right on your minimum covered chest.

"Please Kai just go to bed... " You sighed while trying to carres the back of his skull.

Only later realizing the fair uncomfortable position he might been.

Chisaki was a bit taller than you... and the angle he was now made him arch his back rather... awkwardly.

You were about to pull away until his gloved hands grabbed the back of your night shirt as he exhaled shakily on you.

Oh...

Guess you guys found a coping mechanism for when he gets nervous.

He doesn't complain. He is an angel.

But he does go a rambling sometimes.

We saw that before he got attacked by a majority he was on ramble about to just kill aizawa.

Okay, maybe not a angel-

I totally can see Kurono as one of those dorky guys that goes mumbling without a care about something he enjoys it a lot.

And got shut out many times when he was a kid due to this habit (many times was Chisaki that ass-)

So he just tends to try to control it

Keyword try.

Because he is so comfortable around you that he can't just out of no where stop.

You're just watching him with a dreamy sigh as he explained in each detail about his favorite gun until he noticed your lack of response.

"Ha.. sorry about that." He scratched his cheek lightly

You weren't having that.

This man was so FLUSTERED when you scorched over and pulled him to nuzzle on your chest on the bed.

Face was 50 shades of red.

"Don't apologize for that. You like those things and I love hearing you talk. Please keep going."

I swear this man had heart eyes when staring up at you from his chest before he resumed his explanations but far more at ease at the position

Might have popped a boner

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nonobadcat · 2 years

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A real world AU Gothic Romance - part 1/3

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Chapter one is PG-13. The other two chapters will be for readers 18+ only.

Content Warnings: Dead dog mention, cannon typical parricide

Eventual Kinks: Toys, V/oy, relations with a literal ghost

Chapter One Word Count: ~3k, Ao3 Mirror

Part 2 ---❤--- Part 3

Saturday October 15th, 2022

“So…?” gesturing like a vaudeville showman, you held out both hands towards your new house. “What do you think!? Great, right?”

Your best friend, Serenity, shoved her purple box-frame glasses up her wide, button nose and pursed her plush lips. Clicking her tongue, she curled her pointer finger into a loose coil of hair. Two tone sarcasm purred into her one word reply: “M-hmmm…”

Scratching the back of your neck, you glanced up at your new purchase just in time to watch one of the old tiles slip from the upper pitch of the dual-hipped roof. It bounced off the attic dormer, rolled past the mildew coated eaves, and slid across the mossy porch awning before tumbling a mere foot into the patchy, overgrown taxus bush.

You forced a smile and pointed to the ancient, untamed yew. “Well, at least the roots are strong.”

Serenity pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please tell me you didn't use the realtor's home inspector."

"Oh come on Ren-Ren," you laughed, waving her off. Your eyes rolled to the side as your smile fell by one tooth. "I mean… I checked the plumbing myself, so…"

Brown eyes narrowed at you as your voice trailed off. With a deep, motherly sigh, she squeezed your shoulder. "Listen, you know I love you, right?"

You nodded.

She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. "It's a dump."

"It's a historical home!" You protested, crossing your arms. "It has good bones!"

Serenity eyed up the dingy, chipping brick and sun bleached slate tiles before shaking her head. "How many square feet?"

You fanned your hand across your chest. "3.5k with an acre of property plus a full attic and root cellar."

She blinked. "Hold up. That's like $400k+ most places! I thought you said your budget was $220,000?"

You grinned. "Yeah, and this was only $130,000 including closing costs. Crazy, right?"

Your best friend did a double take, staring at the ramshackle Second Empire with renewed interest. "Well… at least that covers the roof and siding." She thumbed her chin and cocked her head. "You're sure this thing has indoor plumbing?"

You shoved her shoulder. "Don't be a dick."

Serenity snickered into her palm. "Okay, so aside from having a friggen 'root cellar' and all the curb appeal of a haunted house, what else is wrong with it?"

You pointed to the far edge of the property where a line of grizzled pines swayed in the autumn breeze. "Busiest train tracks in the greater metropolitan area."

She whistled. "That's gonna blow."

"Literally," you agreed, massaging your temples.

She elbowed you in the ribs. "Still quieter than living with your ex."

You grinned. "No kidding!" With a wave of your hand, you beckoned her around the side of the building. "Wanna see the cool part?"

"Your definition of 'cool' is sus."

You grabbed the sleeve of her caramel colored duffle coat and tugged. "Just come on!"

Across the clover riddled lawn, Serenity trudged behind you in her knee high, slouch boots. She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed to fight off the cool October wind. You pulled to a stop beside a massive old swamp oak and opened your purse. A wax coated paper sack appeared from the depths of your handbag. Scrawled in inky cursive were two words: "Doggone Delish".

You squatted low, and reached between tumbling roots. Gently brushing the leaf litter aside, you unveiled a carved piece of lichen encrusted soapstone. Time had worn the words smooth, but they were still legible.

"Mon: 1885?" Serenity murmured the text out loud before her eyes fanned wide. "Don't tell me that's a—"

You laid the oatmeal biscuit on the gravemarker and patted it fondly. "He was a Corgi. I found an old picture in one of the drawers." Rising to your feet, you brushed your hands on your jeans and grinned at her. "I always wanted a pet Corgi, and now I've got one."

Serenity eyed the long, dark branches of the towering giant above you. Their bare, grasping fingers crawled at the breeze. "Yeah well, hate to tell you this but your new dog is up the stump and fattening the squirrels by now."

You scoffed and flashed her a playful smile. "So? Ghost dogs are cheaper than live ones."

"Freak," she teased, kicking your heel.

You stuck out your tongue and wiggled your fingers at her.

A low rumble tumbled in on the wind. The train's whistle shrieked out in the distance. Serenity covered her ears and grimaced. You shrugged and pointed to the house. She nodded, trailing behind you.

When they spotted the biscuit upon the gravemarker, the pair of crimson eyes in the upstairs window wrinkled with delight.

After a brief climb up the sagging porch steps and a short war with the new latchkey, your party arrived in the entryway. Pastel grey and tar black tiles arranged in geometric patterns lay just before the lanky old staircase. To the right, sunlight streamed through the bay windows of the empty, blandly colored front parlor. As Serenity handed you her coat, she examined the silk rose print wallpaper of the foyer.

"The previous owners have all tried to renovate, but all of them had to stop the repairs before completion for some reason." You patted the yellowing flowers. "So a lot of it is still the original turn of the 20th century decor."

"Okay…" A puff of dust fluttered through the air as your companion tapped one of the old gas landliers in the entryway. With a grin, she turned to face you. "This place is kinda old-timey cool."

"Keep your shoes on," you told her, shuffling her coat onto the hanger. Tucking it into the cedar-lined hall closet, you toed the chipped porcelain tiles. "I haven't finished sweeping yet."

Serenity rolled her eyes. "Nobody’s got time to clean this much house by themselves!" She huffed and crossed her arms. "Why do you think my trunk looks like I scrubbed Mr. Clean’s bubbles?"

With a squeal of happiness, you flung your arms around her shoulders and crushed her against your chest. "Marry me, Ren-Ren."

"Keep that talk up and Marcus's paranoid self is gonna blow my phone up with his 'Baby, where you at?’-s," she laughed.

You released your friend and toed her boots. "You sure keep that boy under your heels."

"Mistress Ser knows what he likes,” she agreed, using the sleeve of her hubbie's hoodie to wipe the dust off the flecked glass of an old, gilded mirror. Tracing the ornate brass with the pad of her finger, she turned to you. “I’m loving this. Where’d you get it?”

“Came with the house.” You nodded to a cabriole legged, mahogany console just below the looking glass. Though the deep auburn shellac had silvered with sun damage, crystal knobs and burled wood spoke to its posh pedigree. A square shaped water ring in the dead center hinted at the old flower vase which must have once graced the hall. “Anything fabric was mouse eaten, but I saved the bedroom set.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You’re gonna sleep in some dead person’s bed? Gross.”

“Don’t make that face, Ren. I’m changing out the mattress.” You sighed. “Besides, this is legit heirloom stuff. When will I ever be able to afford fancy antiques on a my salary?”

Serenity patted your shoulder. “Long as you don’t go banging a ghost or something.”

You shoved her down the hall. “You're really gonna go putting those thoughts in my head?!”

“You love it,” she teased back, running her hand over the dusty glass shades of the wall bracket lamps. “Are these oil?”

You shook your head. “Natural gas with an open flame. The seller said they capped the lines years ago though. Apparently, they caused a huge house fire back in the day and killed everybody except the little boy who lived here. After that they switched to kerosene and candles.”

“Open flame?” Serenity pulled away from the light as if it had teeth. “Small wonder the place went up.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, cupping your elbows. “Sounds like the people who owned it in the forties tried to repair the damage to the gas when they added the electricity. Supposedly the lines were sound, but the gas never worked right. The flame was always going out, leaving the gas running unchecked. They think it was low pressure or something. It made them annoyed so they sold it.”

As you walked, your companion eyed the soaring twelve foot ceilings and ornate transoms above the massive box doorways. “Well duh. If you make your walls friggin fifty foot tall, of course you’re gonna have pressure problems!”

“Yeah, but the water pipes work fine,” you pointed out, grabbing the round brass handle to the empty parlor. Chantilly parquet floors creaked below your feet as you strolled to the old coal burning fireplace and rested a hand on the chipped marble mantle. In the center of the elaborate plaster medallion, a dusty teardrop crystal chandelier hung above your heads. You flipped the wall switch. The light flickered to life with a painful click, illuminating faded scarlet walls. “The electrician says the wiring is safe, but it still sounds sketch to me.”

“Like it’s grinding or something.” She pressed her ear to the peeling, geometric patterned paper before shaking her head. “Well, at least I don’t hear any bees. Marcus’s mom had them in her walls one summer and Memorial Day turned into a horror movie real fast.”

You strolled to the old pocket doors on the far wall and pushed them wide. Beyond the thick walls, worn stain and gouged wainscot welcomed guests to the formal dining room. Ready for eight, the solid mahogany table stool proudly on hand carved, reeded legs. Beside the bay windows, a matching buffet complete with a wide, oval mirror and rosewood inlays awaited crystal bottles filled with port and brandy. Between twin hall doors, the empty hutch cried out for platinum-edged bone china and silver candlesticks to fill the empty shelves encased in its diamond mutins.

“I had to strip the cushions from the chairs,” you explained, resting your hand on the glossy table. “But the wood cleaned up nice with some mineral spirits and paste wax.”

Serenity shot you an incredulous look. “You've been watching too much ‘This Old House’.”

“It’s only $10 a quart at the hardware store. Way cheaper than a new table.”

Your companion rolled her wrist and beconked you to her. “Show me your hands.”

You cringed, holding out dry, peeling fingers.

Her eye twitched. “That’s it. After we finish this tour, I’m gonna drag your scaley self to Sally's Beauty.” She ripped her phone out of her pocket, furiously thumbing the keyboard. When the signal lit up with one bar, she snarled. “If there even is one in this podunk town.”

You shrugged. “It’s a well water and septic world out here.”

Gripping her head, Serenity groaned. “I’m buying you a Brita filter. Asap.”

Heading down the long foyer, you made a sharp turn onto a narrow, walnut trimmed staircase. The dark, hand carved banister wobbled in your grip. You frowned at the loose fourth baluster. Not another one! Stupid Victorian hide glue! The original carpenter did some beautiful dovetail joinings but that stuff could not handle the humid summers in this area. More and more, the only dates you seemed to go on were with Norm Abram, Titebond and wood clamps. Now… the question was should you Amazon Prime some of the original stuff for authenticity’s sake or go with the stronger, cheaper wood glue you could get at Milton’s Hardware?

Cheaper probably. Considering the cost of Mansard roof repairs, cheaper was about what you could afford.

Leading her to the creaky upper hall, you bypassed the largest of four bedrooms on the south side of the house. Serenity paused, peaking through the crack in the old, tilted door frame. You shook your head and jerked your thumb down the landing.

“I got stuck in there last week. The house shifted so much over the years that it jams on humid days. I have to sand and rehang it before next summer.”

“Stuck? With cell service this bad?” She glanced out the far window at the long, overgrown expanse of forest which blocked any sight of your neighbors. A shiver rippled down her body. “Creepy.”

You paused, shaking hand rattling the old brass knob to the northern bedroom. “Tell me about it. I’ve left a crowbar and one of those fire escape ladders in there ever since.

Past the solid, double hip door sat a time capsule to the late nineteenth century. The original oak floors had yellowed with age but even the home inspector was impressed by their lack of seam gaps. Overlooking the front of the property, late 2000s double hung bay windows (a testament to the seller’s half-finished remodeling) encircled a small sitting area near the original coal burning fireplace. After hours of fighting with cast iron grating and a stubborn chimney flue, you’d managed to seal out the worst of the draft. The elegant brass chandelier surrendered its tarnish after two hours of polishing, leaving it capped with a luxurious glow every time the sun peeked through the gauzey Walmart curtains. Unlike the worn examples downstairs, dark wallpaper with golden peony blooms looked untouched by the years.

You flopped onto your new, plastic wrapped mattress and stretched your hands wide. “Behold! Antiquey expensive stuff!”

Serenity’s jaw dropped as she took in the six part, solid mahogany bedroom set. As lovely a red as the day it was made, each piece of satin smooth craftsmanship testified to its owner's fortune. Capped in gothic embellishments and trimmed with burr wood inlays, the queen sized bed looked more like a cathedral than a sleeping space. A marble topped, tiered dressing table with dangling pewter drawer pulls stood ready for silver backed, boar bristle hair brushes and ambergris scented perfumes. You could hide four bodies in the massive armoire. Deep dresser drawers would hold six full skirted walking costumes with ease. Loveliest of all, the free standing, body length mirror reflected your companion’s flabbergasted gawking.

She pointed to the tall, narrow door. “Ho-how’d they even get this stuff in this room?!”

You snickered, rising to your feet. “That era was all knockdown furniture,” you explained, turning the dressing table around. Tracing the dovetail seam between top and bottom, you tapped your temple. “Not like they wanted to haul all this stuff up the stairs anymore than we would.”

Serenity whistled. “Smart.”

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You dashed across the room to the six foot tall secretary desk and pulled down the writing table. In the center cubby, a luscious painting of olde English foxglove, Narcissus, and Lily of the Valley graced the Purpleheart inlays. You turned the small brass key in the latch and extracted a yellowed, black and white photograph of two children and a pudgy Pembroke Welsh Corgi. “Meet Mon, Tenko, and Hana Shimura.”

Your friend studied the picture. Hana, decked in high pigtails, stood solemnly in her dark pinafore and pristine, lacey apron. Tiny lips smashed in a thin line hinted at her efforts to control her smile. Under a messy flop of black hair, Tenko’s bright eyes gleamed with delight as he forced the Victorian portrait frown while clutching his new puppy.

“Hold up,” Serenity demanded, tapping the picture with her long, lavender nail. “Aren’t those Japanese names?”

You nodded, returning the old photo to its hiding spot. “I think so.”

She crossed her arms. “Japan had its borders forced open by Perry in 1854. We’re supposed to believe some super rich Japanese family just packed it up, moved to Gilded-Age America, learned the language, and built a mansion in the middle of Podunk, USA just a few decades later?” Jabbing an annoyed figure at the elaborate plasterwork around the chandelier, she added: “Possible, but unlikely much?”

You shrugged. “Deus ex machina?”

Serenity clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “I guess, but it’s a terrible one, even for a smutty fanfic.”

“Eh… it’s Halloween. Gotta get our fix somewhere,” you replied, kicking the cotton batting. “Help me get this on the bed?”

Bustling to your side, your companion tore through the thin plastic. “So… which one of the Shimuras burnt the house down?”

“I think it was the dad,” you explained, hefting the edge of the mattress above the bed frame. “Might have been rich, but rumor has it he was a perfectionist and family beater. According to the librarian, local gossip was that, after he killed the kid’s dog, the wife tried to take them and leave.”

Serenity grunted as she swung her side up and over. The mattress flopped into place with a woosh before sinking down into the platform base. “Yeah, bet a man like that doesn’t take too kindly to his favorite punching bags up and walking away.”

You scoffed. “Anyone who hurt Mon-chan deserves to burn.”

All at once, your hackles rose. Pricked ears caught the tail end of a distant cackle. You whipped around scanning the room.

“What’s up?”

Rubbing the back of your neck, you shook off the feeling like a wet dog. “N-nothing. Just swore I heard a…” Your voice trailed off as you fixed your gaze on the old looking glass before glancing to the window. “Weird…”

“Hey!” Serenity grabbed your shoulder. “Don’t be pulling that ‘I thought I saw something’ nonsense when I’ve gotta sleep here tonight!”

You laughed and threw up your hands in apology. “Sorry, sorry. Just caught a glint of sunlight in the mirror. That’s all.”

Inside the glass, body shaking with laughter, Tomura’s pale hand clamped tight over a skeletal grin.

Part II coming Saturday October 22nd, 2022

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tired-teacher-blog · 11 months

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Unnfff I wanna grope and objectify Shiggy so bad.

The crusty King deserves to have his big ol tiddies groped

- 🐺

He does doesn't he?!

Just imagine his bewilderment as you wordlessly walk up to him and bury your face in his godly boobies.

He blinks a few times and awaits an explanation that's unlikely to come, so he just pokes you gently on the shoulder but does nothing to push you away, he enjoys having you close after all— even if your behavior is mostly a mystery to him.

You look up, chin digging into his chiseled inner chest line, and hands reaching to grope his flexing pecs while a cheeky grin appears on your face.

_ "What are you up to now?" the poor guy has long surrendered and given up on trying to figure out how your brain works.

_ "Nothing sweetie, but just stay still for a moment okay?"

He huffs in defeat and lets you have your fun, standing there and looking into the void while you eagerly knead and squeeze his flesh to your heart's desire.

He doesn't ask— nor does he react, not even when the shirt separating him from your impatient clutches does nothing to stop you from chomping on the luscious concealed skin surrounding his perked up nipples, and sucking on the heavenly teats -one at a time- like a hungry kitten.

He's not going to ask, he never does, because frankly, you're not the only one having fun at the moment.

So maybe, just maybe, he'll discard his shirt for you if he's asked nicely..

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koy6na · 8 months

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boy next door pt. 2

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you couldn't believe it. tenko shimura perusing around town with some new girl. shocking. he'd been ignoring your texts and calls all week and on friday you had spotted him having dinner with her. not that you cared or anything but seeing him laughing and flirting with her made your blood boil a little hotter than you liked to admit. it didn’t matter though, you had your fair share of flings but a part of you wanted to forget what you’d seen. it was embarassing. pacing your room, cancelling plans all over him. what did he have that the guys in your phone didn’t? he was a loser. he barely said a word to you at school, even after you had so graciously asked him to carry your stuff home. he glared at you but of course, obliged.

still, you were baffled at this defiant behavior. you were his first, you even let him do it raw. what more could he need? tenko shimura was a selfish bastard who despite his quiet, geeky behavior, only wanted sex. it frustrated you how dehumanizing it was to get treated like this by him. you could call a past hookup. or meet someone new. but would they do it like him? desperate and animalistic, but still needy enough to be cute? you weren’t sure. but the second he appeared at your door, tattered hoodie and dark jeans, you knew they wouldn’t compare.

“are you just letting yourself into anyone’s home now?” you scowled as you set your phone down. “your mom let me in on her way out. pachinko. again. seems she’s got a bit of an addiction.” he said robotically. you scoffed. “sure.” he settled on the edge of your bed. he smelled like cigarettes and fresh rain. “you pick up smoking?” your chin rested on your knees as you focused on his twiddling hands. he looked up swiftly, his expression remained quiet but his body language spoke louder, almost excitedly. “no. it’s this new chick i’ve been hanging out with. real chainsmoker.” he said, leaning back, hands folding over his stomach. you tried real hard not to scoff but the task seemed impossible. “so she’s just been rubbing her scent all over you like a fucking dog? that’s real cute.” you sneered with more poison than you intended. you didn’t want to waste all that toxicity on him. “i’ve just been at her house a lot lately, the smell just kinda sticks.” his voice was cool but thick, like the cigarettes imprinted into his clothes. “been rolling around in her sheets? hope you had fun.” as you reel back in you feel embarrassed about how angry you’re getting. he quickly shifts his body, facing you.

“are you jealous?” he said leaning over to your side of the bed. “she’s a friend.” you rolled your eyes at him. his slim fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, tracing imaginary patterns on your skin. “i’m not stupid i saw you guys kissing.” you said with a scowl. he sighs in annoyance. “so? aren’t we friends too? i mean look at us now.” his hand left your shirt, the cool material failed to match his presence on your skin. nimble fingers brushed hair from your face, fingertips resting on your flushed cheeks. he leaned in, narrowing his eyes and tightening the grip on your face. you closed your eyes in gentle anticipation of his lips on yours, but they never came. when you opened your eyes you could see a smirk plastered on his face, eyes still narrowed and focused on your lips. you inched closer in desperate need of a kiss but found his quiet, taunting laughs pushing you away.

“what are you doing?” he asked nonchalantly. you frowned and pulled away, facing your back to him. “oh. oh i get it now. you thought i was gonna kiss you.” he laughed again, coldly and tapped you on the shoulder. “don’t look so down, i was under the impression you wanted nothing to do with me.” tenko firmly pulled your shoulder to get you to face him. you couldn’t. the burning humiliation festering in your chest kept you from turning to him. you should’ve seen this coming as another one of his games to get under your skin. “don’t tell me you’re mad at me.” he crooned and snaked an arm around your waist, pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. this time, you shoved him off. it was almost violent the way you did, as if you were trying to shake off something other than his arms. something deeper.

“what the fuck? what is this? one second you hate me, the next you’re trying to kiss me, and now you’re fucking mad again.” you shut your eyes in annoyance but softened when you heard him shuffle against your sheets. you expected him to get up and leave but when he pinned your arms, straddling your waist, you were caught off guard. “what the fuck are you doing?” your reddening cheeks were glowing in the dark of your room. “what the fuck are you doing? if you want my attention you’re going to have to try harder than that.” he sneered. your heaving chests were parallel to each other as he leaned down to face you. he was overwhelming in every way possible. the scent of soap and sweat and something else that was just so him lingered in the air. it filled your head and make you weak to his advances.

“well? what are you gonna do, huh?” he released your hands and sat back, still straddling your waist. you were at a loss. “i-i don’t know.” you stuttered making him laugh breathily. “you don’t know. well let me help you.” you were nervous in anticipating what his plan was for you but when his fingers slid under your shirt, tugging the hem slightly up, you knew. you let him slip off your shirt, your bare chest coming into view. his hands immediately flew up to cup them. his cold palms sent shivers through your body. “fuck. look at you. i bet you’re thinking about last time when i fucked these.” he scoffed to himself. you were recognizing a pattern where every time tenko got you naked he was a completely different person. he leaned down to lick your nipple making you gasp. he began kissing down your stomach when suddenly he stopped. “you know, you’re actually supposed to be helping me out.”

you rolled your eyes and reached for his belt buckle. you undid his jeans as you flipped yourself around. you could feel how hard he was under his boxers and the familiar sensation of veins sliding beneath your hand. your fingers slid slowly up and down his shaft. an ache for more hid beneath his stifled moans. “faster.” he demanded, bucking his hips into your fist. you leaned down to kitten lick the pearl of precum collecting on the tip. his eyes follow you as you bob and gag on his pulsing cock. you can tell he likes it when you’re uncomfortable. it pleasures him when your eyes are narrow and spiteful and the kisses you leave on his shaft are nothing but obligations. it makes you sick the way you let yourself moan when he cums. it’s everywhere and it’s filthy the way it lolls on your tongue, trickling down your chin. he glides his fingers into your cum covered face and lets you lick them clean. you keep eye contact with him as you climb on top of him.

there’s a motorcycle revving somewhere on the street. the sound of music playing from someone’s radio wafts in through your half opened window. you should be out with a nice guy having dinner or walking hand in hand at the park. there’s a whole world of nice guys with nice cars and nice shirts out there who don’t play chaste games with your emotions. but you know there’s also plenty of nice girls who match perfectly with guys like that, and you’re not a nice girl. you love the way he talks to you like a stranger and the way he fucks you like he hates you. tenko’s not a bad guy, but he’s definitely not a good guy. in retrospect the two of you are more similar than you’d like to imagine. you hate most people and treat the ones you love like shit. you’ll do anything to get away from responsibility but you’ll do everything for your freedom and though you live in two different worlds, the parallels couldn’t be more identical.

his dick is soft and sleek under your sopping cunt. your hips match your breathy moans and your eyelids lower instinctively. you can’t help but moan when your clit comes in contact with his shaft. he’s hard again within seconds. “well this is new. you being on top?” he rests his head on the headboard of your bed. “you should be grateful, asshole.” you say, slightly out of breath. when you finally sink yourself onto his cock, the stretch engulfs your nerves. the torrid girth feels hot and tenacious as you glide up and down. your moans become in tune with each other, the chorus of breaths and gasps balance the already thick smell of sex in your room.

his hips twitch when the rim of your cunt clenches around his tip. the ache in your knees only makes you more sensitive to him. “is this enough to get your attention?” your voice shakes with exhausted pleasure. his forehead glistens with sweat as he clenches his eyes closed. “shut the fuck up.” he sputters out. he’s been trying not to cum since you first slid onto his cock. you lean forward to face him, your faces are inches apart. he expects you to kiss him but you really just wanted to get a close up of his expression when you milk him. you mouth gapes open, your voice is frozen in pleasure. you plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your rhythm picks up. his eyes roll back into his head as he stifles out a plea. “slow down.” you scowl at him in defiance but don’t say a word. your rhythm continues. “fuck. im cumming. get the fuck off.” his hands push at your pulsing thighs but he’s weak in the moment. “seriously get off. i’m gonna cream you, right now, if you don’t.” your moans have only gotten more intense as the anticipation of his hot cum spurting into you grows wildly in your mind.

“do it. i know you’re afraid to. please just fucking do it.” you manage to spit out your final lash at him through your exasperated panting. his hands have a white knuckle grip on your thighs as you watch him lose what little self control he had. he cums with a loud groan, hips thrashing and thrusting into your sopping pussy. you crash down on him sending that white hot cum deeper. he’s still rutting desperately into you as you remain clenching and twitching around him. you both were never really into quick endings. when you muster the strength to lift yourself off of his softening dick you watch the webs of cum and arousal stretch and dissipate off your skin. you lean back when you feel a glob of cum dribble down onto his crotch. his forearm is draped across his eyes as his chest heaves. “did you really need my attention that bad?” he asks, wearied. “i thought you’d like it.” you replied, faster than you’d expected. his arm lowers as his piercing red eyes lock onto yours.

“maybe you’re right.”

this is so ass i’m sorry jajajajaj

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