#shimura tenko x y/n

[spookyxsprinkles]

Colour Theory, pt. 2: Vanishing Point

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

not safe for work // 13k words // AO3 // part 1. (this is readable as a standalone if you have no interest in the series. otherwise, i do not recommend skipping part 1.) warnings: jealousy, established relationship, unrequited/one-sided pining, angst, smoking, swearing, dry humping, public nsfw, drugs, biting, licking, denial of feelings, slow burn, trust issues, friendship, frozen yogurt, drama, musical theater, fine arts au.

summary: when you love your best friend, but your best friend loves you.

Touya was too late.

Vanishing Point -- A point of space, usually located on the horizon line, where the parallel edges seem to converge, creating the illusion of intersection.

×X×

He dumped the pastry box onto an overfilled trashcan.

"Himiko, you can't just take food from the garbage!"

"Aw, c'mon, 'Chako! Look at how tasty this cake looks. The strawberries are such a pretty red!"

"Ahem," a resident advisor clears her throat in an attempt to re-capture the attention of the high school group she was showing around. "This is the south campus bus stop. The southern resident halls are down this path."

The R.A. once again lost their attention, with students murmuring amongst themselves as Touya walked by.

"Hey, isn't that guy from that one movie?" Asked one particularly loud kid.

He pulls his hood up, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he stepped inside a convenience store for a moment before he continued his walk. It was a twenty minute walk to the lakeside park at the edge of campus so he put on his earbuds to listen to music to help clear his head. He ended up skipping every song that came on shuffle. They all reminded him of you.

He huffed in frustration as he took a seat on the bench, lighting his cigarette. It was simple muscle memory from a time when he only ever felt low. And, as if he'd never broken the habit in the first place, his lungs easily accepted the poison and he held his breath for a while to really let the toxins coat his insides. Unfortunately for him, the tobacco taste wasn't enough to hide the feeling of bile threatening to come up ever since he saw you with that creep.

Touya was too late.

In the three years that he'd known you, he'd never seen you look at another person with romantic intent and he figured a guy like Tenko wouldn't be on your radar. Not in a way that mattered to Touya, at least.

He had teased you for possibly having a crush on him, but didn't think you actually liked the guy. He thought that was just how you were when meeting new people sometimes. You did the whole clingy thing with him, after all, and there wasn't any kind of energy coming from you that made him think you were interested in anything with anyone. Sure, you were a hopeless romantic, but Touya also knew how busy the life of a performing arts major was. Neither of you would've had much time for anyone outside of the musical theater bubble, or so he thought until Valentine's Day.

He had overheard you telling Tenko about how you were placed in a children's home when you were young. That on it's own was surprising to him. You never willingly told anyone that, aside from two people. A close friend in high school and Touya. When he heard the practice room go silent, he peeked through the window and saw you holding Tenko's hand. He had to intervene. He knew what was likely to come next.

Touya had spent the last few weeks trying to get you to look at him, and you did, but the shift in your tone whenever Tenko came up in conversation made him feel like he was losing a game he'd never agreed to be a part of. Touya wasn't a quitter but Touya also knew this wasn't the kind of thing you could win with the brute force he was accustomed to approaching obstacles with. You weren't an obstacle, you were you and he didn't want to hurt you, but when it came to handling his feelings he was still… weak.

He had been deep in thought, glaring at the water when his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw it was a video call from the last person he wanted to talk to right now.

He clicked the red button, only to be repeatedly texted.

[10:44am] Fuyumi: Tou, she just told me.

[10:48am ] Fuyumi: Are you alright? I'm sorry.

Touya groaned. His sister was blaming herself.

[10:58am] Touya: im not turning on my cam

Fuyumi calls him again and he takes one more inhale of his cigarette before snubbing it against the metal armrest of the bench and pocketing the butt. He couldn't on good conscience smoke with her worrying about him on the other side. She had been so proud of him for finally quitting.

He answers the call and sees his sister in her work clothes. "Aren't you supposed to be teaching brats how to read?"

"I have twelve minutes left in my lunch break." She lifts her salad bowl to show him her meal before setting it down. "Tou, I'm sorry. I thought you were the person she liked."

He snorts, "She didn't even give you a name?"

Fuyumi shook her head as her fork pushed a tomato around her bowl. "No. I thought that she was being shy since I'm your sister."

"S'fine, Yumi." It was.

"Did you get to give her the mini cake?"

"Nah. Gave it to the less fortunate."

"I'm glad someone can enjoy your hard work. Are you skipping class?"

"Nope. Free time." He leaned back on the bench, stretching out his legs.

"Don't you have seminar right now?"

Touya lifted a brow, "How the hell would you know that? She tell you my class schedule, too?"

She shook her head, "No. She mentioned she had to go to seminar and since you're both in the same classes…" She gave him a stern look, "You shouldn't skip class, Tou."

"Eh, no big deal. It's seminar. Not even my turn to sing this week." It was yours.

"When you videocalled me to help you bake that cake two weeks ago, I was so happy for you. It was really sweet getting cake updates. You really improved with each one. I'm sorry things didn't go the way you planned." She looked at him with concern and he sighed.

"Don't apologize, it's weird now."

"No it's not? I thought you've been getting used to talking about feelings?"

"That's different. You're my sister."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm not talking about this anymore."

Now it was her turn to sigh. "Come visit some time. It's been a while."

"Three months. You saw me over Christmas."

"Mom misses you."

Touya took a moment to swallow. "I'll think about it. I'm a busy guy. You should eat your sad little salad, lunch is over in 2 minutes."

Fuyumi flails and they exchange goodbyes. The call ends, leaving Touya in the quiet. He shut his eyes, listening to wind rustle tree leaves and ducks quack in the distance. A drop of water on his cheek interrupts his moment. He opens his eyes and sees grey clouds rolling above him. He stands and stretches, before jogging hurriedly to the south campus parking garage.

He didn't want to show up at the house soaked and make his mother worry.

×X×

"Touya's been weird lately."

You pulled out a blanket from your laundry basket and began to fold it as Tenko sat at your desk chair, sketching. "He's been missing classes, too."

"Won't he get dropped..?" Tenko asks while admiring your movements, pencil dancing along the paper. Even the mundane could be captivating, so as long as you were the subject.

"He might. He hasn't missed this many classes during the time that I've known him. I'm starting to get worried…"

"…wasn't he known for partying?" It was a simple question.

You finished folding the blankets and moved the throws to the edge of your bed to be used later. You crawled in bed, leaning against the wall as you hugged a light blue blanket. Touya bought you this one since you were always getting cold. It was soft and smelled fresh as you clutched it closer to you.

"He was. He quit after enrolling, though. For the most part."

Todoroki Touya's past wasn't a secret. After he graduated high school, he took a break and spent some time partying on college campuses. For a while, he was routinely dubbed by the tabloids as another talented child star turned drug addicted burn out due to the number of sightings of him getting trashed. 

You remembered the sloppy smirk he gave you when he called it his 'tour,' which made you roll your eyes. You knew he had no intention of getting to know the schools beyond getting smashed and smashing his 'guides.'

If someone were to search his name, they would find articles and forums filled with gossip. The public's view of him wasn't the best, even if the family Public Relations team did their best to tidy things up. Aside from dating rumors, there had been less dirt since the tabloids lost interest in him during his mostly quiet three years at university.

The underage drinking and smoking rumors that lingered in the downvoted bottom end of the comment sections never had any proof and any photos were usually edited or lookalikes. Though, fan accounts were usually… negative. Touya was the type of person who wasn't afraid of letting people know that he'd rather be left alone. In his own colourful ways, of course.

"This is our third year and he hasn't missed any class until now. He's got a messy public image but he's actually quite serious about university…" You chew on your bottom lip, hugging the blanket while sitting in bed. The warm lighting from the fairy lights hanging around your dorm gave the room a cozy feeling, however, it wasn't enough ease your stress at the moment. "I think he's avoiding me."

Your quiet voice had brought the pencil in Tenko's hand to a standstill. His eyes peered at you through his dark, wavy hair and met yours. You smiled sheepishly, "Sorry. I don't mean to be a downer. You came to hang out and all I've done is laundry and talk about another guy..."

"Why would that bother me..?"

"I think most people would feel a little threatened by someone like him."

Tenko eyed you for a moment, before setting down his pencil. "I already knew he was your best friend prior to our relationship. I don't feel threatened by Touya."

"Really?"

He nodded, "If he's important to you then he's important to me."

You felt your face heat up and you ignore the urge to shove your face into the blanket. You had been dating for a little over a month now and were used to the idea of Tenko being your boyfriend, but there were still moments every now and then that made you feel flustered. He was quiet, sweet, and always found a way to make time for you. It meant a lot considering your busy schedule. He was happy doing whatever you wanted to do, which made it a bit difficult to plan to do things he might want to do, but you were working on it. Tenko was a shy guy.

You did most of the talking and he seemed happy to listen. You didn't know much about his life before university, aside from the two of you bonding over being rejected by peers growing up, due to the societal prejudice towards children raised in orphanages. You didn't mind not know everything about him because what mattered the most to you was how well the two of you got along now. Maybe you didn't know where he was from or what his favourite colour was, but you knew he was a hard worker that also went out of his way to try and make you happy.

"Does it bother you that my best friend is a guy?"

Tenko seemed to ponder your question for a moment before continuing his drawing. "No."

It's not that you thought Tenko was a liar, but you really had a hard time believing that. You knew that it was only platonic between you and Touya, yet it didn't stop other people from thinking there was something more going on. You didn't care that much anymore about what people thought. Tenko's thoughts on the matter did matter to you, though.

"However," Tenko continued, "It seems to bother him."

You felt a lump begin to form in your throat.

"Yeah..." You could only softly agree.

It wasn't like Touya was missing every class. He was missing the ones he shared with you. For the past three years, you had been his usual partner whenever the professors let you choose who to work with. Ever since you started dating Tenko he went back to his previous partner and stopped showing up to your usual practice times. He hadn't even shown up at the gym while you were there.

It felt like you were losing your best friend.

You hear an intake of breath and look over at Tenko, realizing he looked blurry because you were crying. You wipe your eyes against the blanket, then remember the annoyed look Touya gave you when he first threw this blanket at you and walked away. To anyone else, it would seem like it was a chore for him to be kind to you, but you also remember the look of content on his face when it reflected off a wall mirror he walked past.

You broke down crying.

It was so sad that your best friend didn't want to be with you anymore.

You wipe your eyes against the blanket one more time and sniffle before looking over at Tenko who was just staring at you like he didn't know how to react at a time like this. He probably didn't.

You sniffle. "Can you sit next to me?"

He did not waste a second and went to where you sat on your bed. He hesitantly sat beside you, leaving two feet of space in between as he leaned his back against the cool wall of your dorm.

You snort, "Do I smell?"

"Huh..?"

"You're so far away." You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. "You can come closer, you know. If you're comfortable with that."

Tenko swallowed and nodded his head a bit eagerly, which made you smile as he moved to sit beside you. He stiffened when your shoulders brushed against each other. The two of you had kissed many times since Valentine's Day but Tenko always seemed like he was trying to be careful with you. It was like he was holding himself back.

"Tenko," you say, your sweet voice made him shiver. "You're so nervous. Don't worry, I won't make you do anything. I just wanted to be closer with you."

Tenko fidgeted with his sleeve and looked at you from the corner of his eye. "What if… I want you to make me do something. What if I wanted to be even closer..?"

You did not expect that.

"Are you sure?"

Tenko looks at you and nods. You weren't really sure how he meant it. You wanted to ask but you couldn't. Your eyes were stuck staring into his.

The only sounds in the room were the air conditioning unit and the blood pumping in your ears. You licked your lips in anticipation. For what, you didn't know, not until Tenko's eyes dropped down to your lips and he licked his own. There was the sound of something in the distance of an origin you weren't so sure of. Was that your heart or his?

Your lips crash against each other, hands reaching for as much as your hands could hold, pulling your bodies as tightly together as possible.

You gasp as the actions finally register, your chest pressing against his while he kissed you deeply. He had gotten better with practice and you enjoyed that he wasn't a shy kisser. His demeanor was typically timid, save for when he kissed you. His lips always felt hungry for yours and right now he was a man starved.

You let yourself fall back onto the bed, pulling him on top of you. You adjusted your legs so that they were wrapped around his waist. He leaned on one arm while the other rubbed up and down your side, as if trying to commit the shape and feeling of you to memory. His wavy hair tickled your face and you let out a giggle. He froze and looked at you, wide-eyed as if he was just now aware of everything going on.

"I always thought your eyes were brown, but are they actually… red?" You ask while looking up at his blushing face. His pupils were blown wide, but the hanging lights reflected off of his iris's and made his eyes shine a deep shade of scarlet.

"Am I going too far..?" He asks in a small voice with anxious eyes.

You shake your head. "I don't mind going further. How about you?"

He dives back in to catch your lips with his own.

During your heated make out session, you pulled your shirt up, allowing Tenko to see you in your bra and you swore you could hear him growl before he squeezed the soft skin over the fabric. Your hips grind up against his and he ground back against your clothed core, surprising you with his eagerness.

The two of you rock against one another while kissing. Bed creaking loudly from Tenko's excitement, which you could feel and it was much larger than you expected.

You gasp his name as he rutted against you, which spurred him on. He tried to keep kissing you but his jaw went slack as he moved his hips furiously.

You heard the sound of the door of the dorm next door opening and closing, Touya's voice booming as he argued with someone over the phone.

Tenko didn't seem to notice. He was much too occupied with moving your bra out of the way and staring at your bare chest as he rocked your body. His movements felt incredible, yet you couldn't pull your focus away from Touya's voice in the room next door. He had been ignoring you and you missed him but you also knew that getting dry humped by your boyfriend quite literally was not the time to be thinking about your best friend.

Touya was shouting at the feminine voice he had on speaker. You could hear most of what he was saying through the walls and you hoped he didn't hear the rhythmic metallic squeaking of the old bed because you were sure it would make him want to talk to you even less.

"I already told you, I don't care! Fuck them, if they wanna run those articles then let 'em. Leave me out of your P.R. bullshit."

Things must really not be going well for Touya and you wished that he would talk to you. Even if it didn't sound like the kind of thing you could fix, you knew he would need a friend at a time like this. Tenko, who was lost in the moment, bit your nipple, hard. A whine escaped you and Tenko's body shuddered in response, groaning loudly as he came in his pants.

Touya immediately stopped mid-sentence and paused for a moment. The person on the other end of the line is confused by his sudden silence and Touya hangs up on them.

Tenko sunk his teeth into your neck.

"Tenko..!" You yelped.

You could hear the sound of the door slam, followed by boots stomping down the hallway, getting farther and farther away.

"You're mine," his voice was deeper and hoarser than you'd ever heard it before. Tenko seemed to have different sides of him that came out at different times.  He licked the side of your neck slowly then hugged you tightly against him. You kissed the top of his head and heard him whimper before he looked at you with pleading eyes. He squeezed you closer and peppered your neck and chest with kisses, leaving your skin coloured with deep purple hickies.

×X×

"Touya, slow down!"

You were trying to talk to him, but the head up his ass was making it a bit difficult. At first, you thought he was avoiding you because he wanted to give you space now that you were in a relationship, but it was July now. He had given you the cold shoulder for four months.

He stopped skipping classes and continued to cooperate with the theater department to participate in a musical. You were very thankful that he was able to set aside his personal grievances and kept things professional, especially since two of you were the main leads again.

Now, if only you could get him to treat you like a friend and not just an acting dummy meant to be fed lines to. He seriously hadn't spoken with you about anything that wasn't school-related.

"I don't wanna hear you whining about the damn cigarettes," he stuck a lit stick back between his lips after taking a deep breath.

 It was the time of night you knew he'd be itching for a smoke, so you waited for him to leave his dorm to corner him at the smoking area outside. It was pathetic and you didn't care. You wanted to talk with your best friend.

"I wasn’t going to, but while we're on the subject-- You quit. What happened? Is it because of what they're saying about you online?"

There had been online articles circulating about Touya and it was… not great. They were even starting to bring his family into it. Touya was someone who didn't seem to care about a lot of things but he was still a human being.

"Yeah?" He laughed. "Really breaks my heart to hear that the celebrity gossip sites think I'm a junkie. Boo hoo. This why you're out here? To have a midnight heart to heart beside a dumpster?"

"I feel like we're drifting apart and it scares me."

Touya smirked at you as he inhaled before he blew the fumes up at the starry night, the breeze carrying the smoke away from you. "How touching," he mocked. "Luckily for you, you got a nice little boyfriend to go crying to now."

"So, it really is about Tenko, then?" You took a step forward. "Are you scared it'll mess up our friendship if I spend time with someone else? Do you feel replaced--"

"You know," he interrupted. "You're the only person who knows shit about me. How do I know you're not the one selling me out?"

Your eyes widen at the accusation. "I wouldn't sell you out, Touya."

"No?" He lifted a brow, seemingly unconvinced.

"No. I wouldn't. Giving up your privacy for the sake of money, that's…" You shook your head. "I wouldn't do that to you."

"I think it'd be more pathetic if you did it for free. At least do yourself a favor and take the money."

"I'm-- I…" You were stunned. He knew your financial situation and still said something like that. You swallow down the lump in your throat. "I know you're just saying that to get me to leave. I'm not falling for it. You're a private person, so no one else really knows as much as I do, which makes me a reasonable suspect. I-- You know deep down that I wouldn't do that to you."

"Do I?" His icy eyes were lit up by the moon as he stared at you, cold and empty.

He really didn't believe you?

You would never talk about his private life to anyone.

You wouldn't and you knew that he knew you wouldn't.

Still.

It hurt.

"Don't corner me while I'm smoking just to talk about nothing." He dropped the butt of his cigarette in the hole of the cigarette receptacle.

"It's not nothing," you say as he passes by you to walk down the walkway, away from the dorms. You followed, legs struggling to keep up with him. His legs were longer, which made it hard for you unless he was consciously slowing down. Right now it seemed like he was trying to get away.

"Sure."

"Touya, I--"

"Whatever. I'm gonna crash somewhere else for the night. Feel free to fuck like rabbits."

Your face heats up, from embarrassment and frustration. "W-Where are you going at this time of night?" Probably nowhere good.

"Why? So you can tell your buddies at TMZ? Here, let me help you out." He turned to face you from the other side of the street. He looked amused as he cupped his hands around the sides of his mouth and shouted, "Hey, you southern dormitory fucks! Todoroki Touya's on his way to a party to do illegal drugs! Lots of 'em!"

"Touya..!" You spoke in a hushed tone as you look both ways before crossing the street. "Don't yell stuff like that. You don't know who's listening."

"No, I do." The toothy grin on his face wracked your nerves as you approached him. You frown as you watched him spin gracefully with a hand in the air, before bowing ninety degrees. "Any performer worth their salt knows their audience and tonight… it's you."

He stays in his bow as he offers his hand for you to take while looking up at you. You look at his hand then at his eyes that finally looked at you with more than indifference.

It wasn't unusual for you and Touya to touch -- you were actors. On stage, you've held hands, held each other. Kissed. Off stage, you've used him as a pillow and he's leaned in so close that it felt like he was on top of you. Since becoming friends with him, he'd never once made you feel uncomfortable with his proximity.

However, there was something about the way he said something earlier, and the way it mixed with the way he was acting right now that made you hesitate.

Why did it feel like it would be wrong to take his hand?

"Touya, I--" Your voice broke into a hoarse whisper, "I can't."

You didn't know what that meant, simply that you could not.

Touya takes a moment to stare back up at you, the chill in his eyes immediately returning before standing upright and walking away from you. He wordlessly entered the parking garage as you stood there watching his back disappear from sight.

The sinking feeling in your stomach didn't disappear during your walk back to your dorm.

Tenko was where you left him, slouched at your desk as he studied for his Calculus II exam. Any hope of finishing his study packet was abandoned when he saw your face. You had tried washing your face with water to hide any trace of crying from him, but Tenko knew.

He hurried to your side and you wept against his chest as he held you and pat the top of your head.

"What happened… were you not able to talk to him..?"

You shook your head, "I think-- I think you were right." Tenko didn't out right say it but you could see it on his face over the last few months that he had his own thoughts on the matter. He was so respectful. "I think Touya might've-- had feelings for me."

Tenko rubbed your back in place of speaking. He was a very physically affectionate person. His hands were always on you and in this moment, you really appreciated it.

"I don't want to lose my friend."

Tenko gently dragged you to the bed to hold you in his embrace. He let you cry it out for ten minutes until you had no more tears left in you.

"I'm gonna go shower now, Ten." You half-cover your face in humiliation. You knew you probably looked bad after all that crying. It was so embarrassing that he saw you cry twice now. You knew it wasn't pretty.

"Hey…" He gripped your wrist and pulled it out of the way to see your face, "Don't hide from me…"

"I look gross," you laughed softly.

"You don't."

You felt your face heat up at the hungry look he was giving you. His eyes lowered to your lips and you knew what he was thinking.

"I'll be right back," you peck his cheek. "I need to wash off. It'll be a good chance to clear my head." You stood and collected your things for your shower. As you turn the door knob, you hear him make a noise behind you. You turn your head, "Sorry. What'd you say?"

"I…" Tenko's face heated and he itched the side of his neck, "…said have a nice shower."

You smile and nod as you opened the door.

You knew that wasn't what he said.

×X×

Touya got arrested.

He was released, not before being questioned and taking a urine test. He kept eye contact with the officer in the room and made casual conversation while taking it. The filthy pigs were biased but it didn't mean Touya was gonna lose his dignity over a little piss test. The only crime he was guilty of was drinking two shitty beers and eating some rando's snacks.

The party had been at some rich no-name's house in the neighboring city. A few days earlier, his old dealer had invited him and Touya knew that it wasn't because he wanted to see him again. If Touya was there it would guarantee him some more customers that night. Touya himself had no interest in it.

He also couldn't stay on campus after that conversation -- especially in the dorm next to yours. For fuck's sake, your beds were pushed up against the same wall. He did not want to be a witness to whatever freaky shit Tenko had cooking up in that mop of a head. There was something about that guy that Touya didn't like.

And, no, he was not being biased.

He could hear you in his head and it only served to piss him off even more. That night was the first and last time he heard you with Tenko, making those… sounds.

He didn't want to risk hearing that again.

It took hours upon hours of music to distract him from the noise you made. It still lingered in the back of his head (regretfully keeping him company on lonelier nights), albeit it wasn't as loud as it was four months ago.

What did help was the house's sound system. He almost didn't mind that it was worsening his headache as it reverberated throughout the house and made the pantry shelving shake. There was a pile of fallen snacks surrounding him where he sat against the wall as his bones rattled to the beat of someone's bass boosted hyperpop playlist.

He could almost hear the sound of the potheads trying to break into the pantry from over the music. He leaned back and ate unbothered until the music got cut off and cops shouted at people to get on the ground. He finished his bag of dried fruit. They came sooner than he thought they would.

He had been wondering if there was some kind of undercover sting operation going on. Something about the party felt off.

Drugs weren't particularly hard to come by on a college campus, but he did find it kind of ridiculous how much more seemed to be in circulation recently. Amphetamines, coke, and weed were the more common ones amongst the college crowd in the area but this semester he had been offered on three different occasions if he wanted ketamine. Touya was already having a bad time and he wasn't about to make things worse for himself. He was pretty good at doing that on his own.

He was currently sat in the passenger's seat. He stared out the window with his arms crossed as he was driven back to campus. "You're not gonna ask?"

"Would you answer if I did?"

"Hell no."

The ride was silent as Todoroki Enji drove down the highway. No sooner than three minutes later, Touya went on a tangent.

"--and I'm sick of your P.R. team expecting me to care. Tch, it's not like I even have a career anymore. How is it my problem if you lose a role? Get better at your job so that the casting team has something to actually talk about that isn't your drug addicted son."

His father was silent as Touya stewed in his seat. They'll say anything, whether it was the truth or a lie. "I'm not worried about those vultures. Fuck them."

"…I hear that school's been going well for you…" His father awkwardly started. He sighed. "No matter what the headlines have been saying recently, I never doubted you, Touya. You're too smart to do what they're saying."

Touya wants to laugh because he was indeed partying hard during his gap year but his old man didn't need to know that.

"Fuck them," Enji says, which surprised Touya. His father didn't often swear anymore unless it was for work. "You were right when you said it. Though your shouting did scare the P.R. team's new intern."

Touya turns his head back to the window to stare at the streets of the city, unable to resist a smirk. Enji was never a fan of the paparazzi but he still put up with them even if the reception wasn't very good. He had never enjoyed Touya's more abrasive approach to warding them off either, an approach which consisted of constantly flipping off cameras and mocking them back whenever they tried to get a reaction out of him. Still, the validation from his father made him feel good. Not that he'd ever admit that to him.

"After you finish your musical, you should invite her to come have dinner with us again. It's been a while since you brought her over. She was hardly here over Christmas since you took her to that ski resort in Hokkaido."

"Don't hold your breath."

Enji looks over at him like he wants to say something but doesn't know how to word it, then looked back at the road.

Touya sulked. "There's another guy."

He didn't wanna talk about this but he also felt the urge to. Enji was the last person he expected to bring it up with. Natsu would at least give him a "damn, that sucks, man." What the fuck was his old man supposed to say to that? He was pretty sure Enji had only ever been with one person.

"I see..."

Touya rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh that blew up his bangs and fogged up the glass window.

"Touya, I don't have much dating experience..."

He sighed again, this time for more fog and pressed his finger to the cool glass.

"Don't let that stop you. I've seen how you are with her. She's good for you."

"That what they teach you in therapy? Bond with your delinquent son by encouraging him to be a homewrecker?" He added a little stick body to his absentminded doodle. "She's not the type to fall for that and if she were, I wouldn't care nearly as much. She's a loyal little idiot." He glared at the stick figure that glowed colourfully from the neon city lights outside. The clueless little face reminded him a bit too much of you.

"I want you to do what's best for you."

"Fuck you, old man. I'm not a homewrecker," Touya grumbled as he clicked the button that lowered the window. He watched as the doodle disappeared into the slit of the car door. He propped his arm against the window as his father drove through the campus entrance. The night breeze felt like a relief as the cool chill of reality brushed against his skin.

×X×

[02:48am] Touya: hey

[02:48am] Touya: you up

[02:49am] You: yeah!

[02:49am] You: is everything okay??

[02:49am] Touya: you alone

[02:49am] You: no. tenko's sleeping.

[02:50am] You: did you want to talk?

[02:55am] Touya: no

[02:56am] You: ...you didn't want to talk?

[02:56am] Touya: nope

[02:56am] You: i want to talk

[02:56am] Touya: gn

[02:57am] You: HEY

[02:57am] You: if you won't talk to me to my face then i'll just have to do it with a wall in between us

[02:58am] You: ...

[02:58am] You: actually nvm this is a face to face kind of talk

[02:58am] Touya: im blocking you

[02:59am] You: can we meet in the lounge?

[02:59am] You: the one without the kitchen

[02:59am] You: where you tripped me during line practice last year

[02:59am] Touya: you tripped yourself

[02:59am] You: don't gaslight me

[03:00am] Touya: [Sends a photo of his left hand. It was tinted blue from his LED lights as he flipped you off.]

[03:00am] You: thank you for the hand content i will be sharing this with the touya fan accounts on twitter :)

[03:01am] You: jk jk don't kill me

[03:01am] You: i heard your door open i said JK!!!

[03:02am] Touya: im in the lounge

[03:02am] Touya: get your ass out here its 3am

[03:02am] You: the witching hour

[03:03am] You: you scared?

[03:03am] You: i'll save you >:)

[03:03am] Touya: you never shut up

[03:04am] You: gimme a sec i don't wanna wake him up he's got a 7am

[03:04am] Touya: hurry upp

[03:07am] Touya: how longs it take to put on shoes

[03:11am] Touya: hey

[03:14am] Touya: hey

[03:14am] Touya: did you fucking fall asleep

[03:18am] Touya: cmonnn

[03:28am] Touya: im going back to my room

×X×

"Don't bother."

"I'm sorry."

He continued walking past you as he left rehearsal to have a cigarette for lunch. You followed him outside the performing arts building, struggling with the long bangs of your wig that poked at your eyeballs. You woke up late and didn't have a chance to eat breakfast, yet the feeling of guilt pooling in the bottom of your gut kept you from feeling hungry.

"I fell asleep. I really was going to see you, okay?"

A sound of amusement left his lips as he placed the unlit cig between them. He patted his pockets and grunted in annoyance as he looked for something. His lighter, you assumed.

"Thought I told you not to corner me while I'm smoking."

Technically, "You're not smoking."

"Listen," he leaned against a brick wall and removed the cigarette from his mouth and glared at you. "Why don't you make this easier for us and go back inside, yeah?"

"No--"

"I get it, it was three am. Y'got tired, fell asleep. No harm, no foul." He looked down at the cigarette as he rolled it between his index and thumb, "While you were having sweet, sweet dreams, I thought about it some more and decided it's better off this way."

"What? You--" Your mouth went dry, "Y-You thought about what, exactly?"

"We're busy people. You've already got your free time filled up and I don't do second best."

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, feel your hands as they trembled at your sides.

"You're… this is taking it too far…" Your voice went quiet.

He tilts his head, his face was blank. "Am I?" Empty.

The side door opens and a cast member told you that your boyfriend was looking for you.

"I'll meet him in the lobby in a bit…"

"Hey, Raita, you got a light?" Touya lifted his cigarette. "Left mine in the dressing room in my other pants."

"No worries, I got you, man." They pulled out a lighter and held it up to his cigarette until the end burned bright orange. They left and you watched Touya as he smoked.

For a few minutes, the two of you stood there in the quiet. You struggled with which words to say. Your mind was spinning.

"I didn't fall asleep on purpose," Your voice sounded tired from the racing of your thoughts.

"Yeah, I bet you were really struggling to get out of bed, huh?" He said bitterly.

"This is excessive. I know you're upset, but please…" She didn't want this to be the reason they couldn't finally reconcile.

The side door opens again and a familiar black mop of hair pokes out and smiles at you.

Tenko had been bringing you lunch during rehearsals for the last couple of weeks. They weren't handmade but that didn't make it any less thoughtful. You hadn't been able to see him much since the two of you had been so busy with your own projects and studying for finals. Tenko did his best to make you feel taken care of and it was so incredibly sweet. The timing could not be worse.

"I'm interrupting… I'll wait for you at the table."

"Actually," Touya leaned against the brick wall, "We're done here."

"Really..?" Tenko looks at him, then at you. You were panicking.

"She's all yours." Touya blew his smoke to the side away from the two of you.

You chew on your bottom lip and leave with Tenko who seemed hesitant, but didn't force you to stay.

Lunch with Tenko was good.

It was from a shop near campus that you liked. He had brought you your favourite meal and drink. You could tell he wanted to cheer you up and was unsure of how to do that. His chin rest against your shoulder as his fingers twitched anxiously. You took his hand into one of your own to soothe him.

"It's fine," you hide a sniffle with a bite of your food.

It wasn't but it had to be.

×X×

"Are you thinking about Touya..?"

You're pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Tenko's voice coming from behind you as he walked to your side. You swallow and look over at him with a weak smile.

"Yeah…"

He made a quiet noise of acknowledgement as he looked at the painting you had been staring at. It was a warm-toned piece with flecks of vivid cerulean and violet that blended into pink and crimson. The little white label beneath the painting read:

"Forever, 2223

Oil on canvas

A celebration of friendship."

You knew that it was stupid. You knew you should be angry at how easily Touya threw you away at the first sign of trouble. Yet you could only feel compassion for the friend that had been pretending you no longer existed.

It seemed like it was easy for him to push you away, to act like he wanted nothing to do with you. Then you remember that this was also the same person who had made sure you weren't lonely during holidays and invited you into his life.

Touya had shared with you his hurt and his joy, the same way you had shared with him your own. Three years ago, Touya was a person who could only trust himself to catch himself whenever he fell. With you, he had learned to take leaps of faith every time he entrusted you with pieces of himself.

It seemed like he was giving up on you, when in reality he was giving up on his first healthy friendship in a long, long time. The very thought put you in distress.

Tenko hugged you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder. His body held you close and tore you from your downwards spiral. You didn't think your face had given away much of the storm that brewed inside of you for months. You had tried to put on a brave face around Tenko. Perhaps he knew you better than you thought.

Tenko's hands fiddle with the hem of your top as he buried his face into your neck, making you feel shy.

"We're in a gallery full of your classmates and professors…"

"They're all too busy schmoozing with each other to notice us in this corner..." He placed a kiss into the crook of your neck which made your skin prickle up with cute little goosebumps. "Soft…" His tongue licked a stripe teasingly against your neck and you shivered in his arms.

The gallery room was large and dimly lit, with the only light sources being the lamps angled to light up the artwork. There were a little less than eighty people in the room talking amongst themselves, when Tenko's hand slipped beneath the fabric of your bottoms.

His finger lightly rubbed the front of your panties. You should've told him to stop but in just three months Tenko had quickly learned the in's and out's of your body. He knew exactly what to do to make you desperate for more.

You squirm in his arms as you felt him maneuver his fingers. He pushed your panties to the side as he let his finger slowly swipe up your slick pussy. He chuckled darkly at the sound of you quietly gasping his name. The tip of his finger softly played with your clit and you gnawed on your bottom lip to keep yourself from making a scene.

You could feel Tenko's determination to hear you break from his movements as he moved his fingers in the way that guaranteed a quick finish for you. You wriggled a bit in his tight hold which kept you in place. You were so close, you could feel yourself on the verge of cumming in a room full of academics at any moment now.

"Oh, there you are, Shimura! We were looking for you!!"

You stiffened at the voices walking up from behind the two of you. Tenko growled and you almost didn't think he was going to pull his hand away until he begrudgingly did so and turned.

"Ah, Professor Yamada," Tenko gave a 30 degree bow in greeting to one of your professors. Yamada was a nosey man that had become acquainted with Tenko after noticing your relationship with each other.

"Aizawa and I came to see your display. It was one of our favourites!"

"I don't have favourites and I had to come. I'm a Studio Art professor." Aizawa corrected.

"It's incredible!" The chipper professor continued, "I see your muse is here with you tonight. Music and Art go hand in hand, you know!" He grabbed ahold of Aizawa's arm.

"That's my arm and no P.D.A. These are our students." Aizawa snatched his arm back, causing Yamada to pout audibly. The art professor looked at you with eyes that made you feel like he knew what had been going on before they had interrupted. Your face burned with embarrassment and your pussy throbbed as it missed Tenko's touch.

Tenko took his hand in yours as he discussed the exhibit and his art with the professors. It was the same hand he had in your pants a minute earlier and you could feel his finger rub the patterns you liked against the palm of your hand.

You still didn't know his favourite colour, but now you knew he liked to toy with you.

After the professors left, Tenko continued holding your hand as he walked out of the building and the two of you took the campus bus to the train station at the northern side of campus. While you waited for the next train, you opened your bag and pulled out your travel hand sanitizer and squirted fat goops into his hand and yours. Tenko deflated.

"Tenko," you laugh. "We can't just walk around in public with cummy hands. That's dirty."

With a pursed lips he wordlessly rubbed the antibacterial against his skin and let them air dry. A minute later, the train rolled up and they stepped on. It was the afternoon and the train was crowded from workers heading home. Tenko and you stayed standing near the doors since you were only riding for a couple stops. He placed his chin back on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist again. You didn't want to get caught and fined for public indecency, so this time, you kept his hands busy by playing with his nimble fingers.

The train reaches the stop and the two of you walk a few blocks to reach a whale themed frozen yogurt bar. You each greeted the worker and grabbed your bowls while talking. After choosing your yogurt flavours and toppings, the two of you head for the register. You pull out your wallet and ignored Tenko's eyes on you as you did so.

"I'm paying."

You pout. You didn't have a job but it wouldn't hurt to use your food money on, well, food. You've had this conversation with him many times and he never budged. He seemed casual when saying the money was from his inheritance. That only served to stress you out more. He should've been saving it or using it for school, not on your dates.

"Tenko…" You whined as he paid. He grabbed your bowl and walked to a corner booth. "I wanna pay you back."

"You pay me back in different ways."

"Sex doesn't count." You pout as you sit beside him.

"I didn't mean that…" His cheeks held a sweet blush as he took a bite of his froyo.

"No?"

He shook his head.

"Then how?"

Tenko didn't answer. He was shy and didn't speak much about his own feelings and you didn't want to force it out of him. You were glad to hear a confirmation that your more intimate moments with him were not seen as transactional, not that you ever thought he saw it that way. You picked up your spoon and took a bite, enjoying the taste as you thought.

You watch him lick a sprinkle that had stuck to the edge of his lip and as he took another bite, your eyes stayed on his lips.

"Ten, I've always wondered…" You nibble on one of the toppings before continuing, "How'd you get that scar on your lip?"

Tenko's gummy worm fell from his spoon onto his lap and you used your napkin to help clean him up.

"I don't remember."

"Oh. Okay." You nod and set the napkin to the side and dig around your bowl in search of a topping you liked. You must have eaten them all.

You see Tenko moving in his seat in your peripheral and look up to see him holding a spoonful of his froyo with the topping sitting pretty on top.

"Say 'ah.'" Tenko ordered in a quiet voice.

You grin as you open your mouth for him, "Ahhh."

He moved the sweet treat into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the plastic of his spoon.

"Thank you," you snuggled into his side, hugging his arm.

"The award I won… it was thanks to you." Tenko said quietly as he pushed around a chocolate chip in his bowl. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without you, my muse."

You knew you were the subject of many of his works this semester, yet hearing him call you his muse filled your face with heat and you nuzzled your face into his upper arm in an attempt to calm yourself down. Tenko could be the sweetest boyfriend.

After froyo, the two of you walk around a public garden at sunset. The sky was brilliant orange with pink hues, tinting the world in warmth.

"I really did love the exhibit. I got to see your finished work and watch people compliment you and discuss art with you. You were in your element. You also look really good in a blazer and bun."

Tenko wore an unbuttoned black blazer that showed his signature black hoodie underneath. His wavy black hair was usually loose, covering much of his face, but for the event you helped him tie it back in a loose bun. With his hair (mostly) out of the way, you could see more of his pretty facial features. You were pleased to see that his skin looked much healthier than it had when the two of you had started dating. You had helped him find a simple skin routine that worked well for him. Hydrated or not, Tenko would always be cute to you.

You smile warmly as he took your hand in his. "I don't quite have the words to articulate it well, but the colours were my favourite part. I took an art class in high school and I couldn't ever really grasp colour theory." You knew the terminology but in practice you weren't very successful with it. "I know that there's something called colour harmony and complimentary colours but beyond things like hue and saturation… I'm lost. I don't understand the difference between RGB and CMY. Is there even a difference?" You looked puzzled.

"There's a lot that goes into colour theory. To answer your question, there are two main approaches: additive and subtractive. In additive colour theory, which is commonly associated with RGB, colours are made by emitting light through a light-based display. An example would be the pixels on a monitor You can mix light colours to form new colours."

"Subtractive colour theory, also known as CMYK, creates colours by absorbing and reflecting light. CMYK are colours that're used in the physical world, like photography and prints. In printing, for example, Cyan, Magenta, Yellow, and black inks are combined to create a range of colours by subtracting certain wavelengths of light. By reflecting, it absorbs the colours that are not the one you see and subtracts the colour…"

He walked passed a fountain as he spoke and reached a shady area with a bench. "If we imagine both using Red, Green, and Blue then in additive theory, they would mix to become white and in subtractive theory, they would mix to become black. Mastering both makes it easier to manipulate colours more effectively."

You stared at him in awe and he nervously itched his neck as if he were self-conscious for casually info dumping on you.

"That… made a lot of sense actually. You're so smart, you know that?" You giggled as you swung your hands together.

Tenko took a seat on the bench and you moved to sit beside him, but he pulled you to sit on his lap. You squeaked in surprise as you fell back onto him. His arms were strong as they wrapped around you and he kissed your neck.

"Someone's feeling clingy today." You giggled as he breathed in your skin.

"Mmph. You did this to me..."

"I'm not complaining."

Tenko quietly kissed your neck for a moment before he slipped a hand back into your bottoms. You were surprised and looked around for any onlookers. It was only the two of you.

Tenko once again rubbed the front of your panties while kissing the side of your pretty neck. Your hips reflexively jerked against him and you whined in frustration.

"Don't tease me, Tenko…"

"You said it'd be dirty to be in public with cummy hands."

"I-- I don't care about that right now."

"How filthy..."

He licked at your neck, grinning wide as he slipped his hand into your panties. He massaged your clit, making you wriggle and pant in his lap. His other hand slipped under your top to squeeze at the sensitive skin of your chest. Your nipples perked and he kneaded one of them, making you squirm more.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder and felt your eyes roll with pleasure as he played with you. You opened your legs a bit more to allow him better access and he slid his fingers up and down your slit to collect your juices before he teased your hole.

"Tenko, please…"

He hungrily jammed two fingers into you, making you yelp. He momentarily released his hold of your breast to tilt your face towards him and took you into a kiss. He continued moving his fingers, pumping in and out of you at a slower pace that slowly increased to a more moderate one. You clenched around him as he brushed against your g-spot.

"Your pussy's driving me fucking crazy," he laughed darkly.

You shivered over him, "T-Tenko, I'm close..."

"Come on my fingers." The hand that wasn't in your pants wrapped around your throat, his fingers pressed on the sides. "Come for me, angel."

The nickname he gave you during intimate times was so sweet, so Tenko, that it was the catalyst for the dam to burst. You bit your lip and shook as you came.

With Tenko's incredible finger stamina, he removed himself from your hole to continue his rubbing against your clit even as you whimpered from the overstimulation.

"Tenko... I-I.." You gasped and panted as you came again.

Tenko's fingers didn't stop.

You trembled violently in his lap as he stroked your clit and toyed with your nipple. His mouth had returned to your neck and he licked the flesh. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your scream as he made you cum a third time. You weren't sure how much longer you would be able to last and you didn't want to force him into having to carry you back to your dorm because of your shaky legs. You whimpered the safe word and he removed his hand from your bottoms.

He sucked on his fingers that were soaked with you, before sticking them in your mouth, too. You sucked on the digits slowly, keeping eye contact with him, enjoying the way his scarlet eyes were almost black from dilation. You finish and place a soft little kiss against his lips.

"My Tenko's such a fast learner."

He blushes as a shy expression appears on his face. You smile and rest your head against his shoulder, thinking about how lovely he looked when his cheeks matched the sunset.

×X×

It was the day before opening night and things were rough.

There had been too many technical issues with the stage, meaning they had to re-locate to a different theater in the building. The dimensions of the stage weren't exactly the same, but it was do-able. Apparently, there had been an electrical fire that caused too much damage and it wouldn't be fixed in time for opening night.

Moving sets to the other end of the hall cut down on rehearsal time, so everyone arrived a few hours early in a rush to get things done. You struggled as you carried a medium sized box of props and lost your footing on the steps. You nearly fall until someone much stronger than you catches you and the box.

"Oh my god, thanks-" You look up and see Touya staring down at you. He's got that bored expression he used to always wear when you first met him. You quietly clear your throat, "Thanks."

You attempt to leave with your box but he snatched it from you and walked up the stairs towards the back of the stage, leaving you behind.

In between warm ups, costume adjustments, and technical run-downs with the assistant stage manager, you return to helping the tech crew with tasks. There was still another hour before rehearsals officially started. You decide to go get food for everyone to help boost morale.

You knew that Touya wasn't the only person in the room with a car, but you didn't know any of the other available people well enough to be alone with them in a car. So, you approached him.

"I'm here on theater business."

Touya paid you no mind as he continued to scroll on his phone.

"Can I get a ride to the pizza store? The one next door to the coffee shop with the good donuts."

"Catch a train."

"I would but I can't carry everything in one trip."

He finally looked up at you and gave an exasperated stare before walking away. You began to mentally calculate how much it would cost to order a taxi. That would certainly be easier than carrying enough food for 40 on the train…

"Hey. Don't just stand there. Hurry up."

Touya was waiting for you, holding the door open.

Your face lights up and you follow after him. He lets the door shut before you make it all the way through.

"Rude!"

"Tch."

The car ride was void of any form of communication. You were thankful he had music playing. You eyed the screen, noting that it was his shoegaze playlist. You wondered if he was okay. He usually listened to that particular playlist when he had a lot on his mind. It was really hard not to bring it up.

Touya let you carry the pizza boxes yourself to the car while he sat at a table in the coffee shop. When you entered the shop and began to collect the drinks, Touya read through the orders scribbled onto the sides of the cups. They were all mostly the same with the exception of a few.

"You can have a drink, but please don't touch the black coffee and keto lemon bars."

He clicked his tongue against his teeth in condescension, "Didn't know you changed your diet. Your boyfriend make you do that?"

You dug through your bag for your wallet and pulled out your debit card and student I.D. for a discount. "Sato on lights is diabetic. Mine is the same as always."

Touya made no comment.

You paid and he sat in the car as you made a few trips back to the store to pick up the food and drinks. Soon after, the two of you were finally on your way back to campus. It wasn't a long drive, only five minutes, and Touya was already diving onto the walkway to pull up near the doors closest to the back. As he parked you continued to stare at the little stickers of puppies, kittens, and rainbows he had stuck around his dashboard. You had bought them for him a couple years ago on a whim and their cuteness looked out of place in his sleek, luxury car.

He stepped out of the car and you caught a glimpse of the keychain that matched the one on your keyring. Early on in your friendship with Touya he had made it known that he thought your handmade keychain was ugly. You thought it'd be fun to make him one too. You didn't expect to see him clip it to his keys, let alone continue to use it nearly three years later.

The cutesy stickers you bought for cheap and silly handmade keychains you recycled old craft supplies for were juxtaposed by his expensive car that could pay for your entire university tuition... It was all a reminder of how the two of you had come from completely different worlds and yet were still able to be such a big part of each other's lives.

Touya opened the passenger door, startling you. "Your little act of kindness ain't gonna mean much if the food gets cold-" He stops himself mid-sentence as he looks down at you in the car.

You frown and wiped away the tears that had formed and unbuckled your seat belt. You grabbing the carton trays with drinks and walking towards the building.

Touya walked ahead of you as he carried the boxes of pizza and donuts and tapped the handicap button with his boot. The doors to the performing arts building opened and he wordlessly followed you inside.

×X×

Touya watched as Tenko kissed you good luck before he left to sit in the seat you had reserved for him. It was opening night. The moment that everyone had been working towards for months was finally here.

Midway through the show, there had been technical difficulties. There had been a glitch in the system causing the show control to stop working and the techs were unable to take any cues.  Luckily, Touya was an expert when it came to thinking on the fly so his improvisation felt like a natural part of the show. After his scene, there was an intermission and the cast waited in the back.

It was awkward as you sat in the make up chair beside Touya's. It felt like such a sharp contrast to the way your friendship normally was.

You stared at old notes on your script, your eyes still. You weren't reading and it looked like you were lost in thought. Touya's eyes quickly flitted away from yours when you looked over at him and he acted like he hadn't just been caught looking at you.

He heard you take an intake of breath, but no sound followed, which had him look back at you. Your mouth was half open until you shut it with a frown.

Touya stood from his chair.

"Fuck it."

He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to follow him down the hall.

"W-We're on standby we cant just leave..!?"

"We're not leaving."

Touya stuffed the two of you into of a broom closet. The florescent lights were harsh on his features, the shadows digging deeper into the scars covering his face.

His piercings were usually taken out for shows but this time, they were left in. They complimented the maroon liquid latex scars that mottled his pristine skin. There were pieces of cut wire, bent to look like staples holding his skin together. His hair had been dyed black for the role. It was different from the snowy white that was so Touya, but the dark look also had it's charm.

"Touya, they could need us at any time, we really shouldn't be--"

"Give me a fucking minute."

He had months, years, of frustration burning his insides and he had to fight the flames to collect the more rational thoughts.

You nodded patiently as he glared at a box of junk on the shelf beside your head. You looked down at his hands that were balled into fists, with knuckles that paled from the force.

When you looked away from his face down to his hands, Touya's eyes went back to you, his glare now aimed at the pensive look on your face. It wasn't that long ago that being this close to you was normal.

Though Touya had said it, he never truly believed that you were the one selling him out to the tabloids. He knew you would never do that. The trust he had for you was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

His mind raced with flashbacks of the moments leading up to him realizing he had feelings for you, the dopey faced do-gooder that didn't mind her own business but also didn't overstep his boundaries. The two of you were from completely different worlds. You could've easily betrayed him on a number of occasions and you didn't. Whether it was to support him or scold him, you were always there for him.

More than anything, Touya wanted to tell you his feelings.

Your eyes look up at him with gentle concern and he feels the guilt run down his spine cold as ice.

He couldn't tell you. He couldn't risk hurting you like that. Not you.

"I--" he cleared his throat, "I've been an ass."

You nod in agreement.

"You're my best friend." He was unable to keep his voice from shaking at the end. He was glad you weren't the kind of person to judge him for it.

"You're my best friend, too." You adjust your stance as you looked up at him. "I'm guessing... you were jealous? Of Tenko?"

"What?" His eyes widen a fraction. Had his feelings been that obvious the entire time? Fuck.

You fidgeted with a piece of fabric on your costume, looking as shy as you did three years ago. "It all started around the time Tenko and I started dating… I thought you were just jealous of him getting all of my attention, but you completely shut me out. You liked me, didn't you..?"

Oh.

He almost laughed out loud at how frustrating the entire situation was.

He simply looked down at you and made no effort to speak. The smudged eyeliner around the edges of his eyes, dark as soot, made his piercing eyes look even more intense.

"I'm sorry for not realizing sooner. It must have felt terrible whenever I talked to you about Tenko..."

He was so restless that he had to add more workouts to his routine and at one point, he even broke out a birthday gift you gave him a while back. A fidget toy, because he was always moving around whenever he got excited. Stressed too, apparently. He was so stressed recently. It was fucking awful.

He rolled his eyes, "It wasn't that bad."

You reach for his hand, careful not to ruin the make up as you gripped his fingers.

"I care about you, Touya. You mean the world to me and I never want to lose you."

It was something he had always wanted to hear, yet his stomach sank as she said it. It was a feeling he had gotten much too acquainted with recently.

He knew what was coming next.

"You're my best friend."

He knew what you were saying. He could hear it loud and clear.

"I know."

He fixed his gaze back on the mess behind you. He couldn't keep looking at your watery eyes anymore. He sighed, running a hand through his jet black hair and leaving it more wild than it already was. After a moment, he opened them to look down at you again. "I've accepted it."

He gently pat the top of your head, careful not to mess up the wig. He preferred the look and feel of your natural hair as opposed to the synthetic rat's nest the hair and makeup team picked out for you.

"Yeah?" You asked hopefully.

He hummed a quiet affirmation. "And if that shrimp tries anything, I'll deep fry him."

You pout and he forces himself to pull his hand away and reminded himself to keep his distance from you. You weren't his.

"If he's a shrimp then so are you. You guys are the same height."

"Nah," he gave you a lopsided grin as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm taller."

"You're delusional."

The two of you jumped when a stage hand walked in on the two of you and talked into their headset to tell someone that they found you. It was time to go.

You smiled softly at Touya before walking out with him close behind.

×X×

The performance went without anymore major technical issues. Near the end, your outfit got caught on the set and Touya handled it so professionally that it was highly unlikely that anyone in the audience had noticed.

You were backstage at the makeup vanity quickly dabbing away sweat while a mini fan blew the wig around. The cast were encouraged to go meet with the audience post-show in the lobby. The others were already out there and you were a little behind since you ran off to the bathroom after the curtain call.

A bottle of water is placed on the vanity and you look over to see that Touya brought it to you. You thank him and chug most of it. The cold was a relief. You let out a sigh as you set it down, catching Touya as he stared at you in the reflection of the mirror.

"What?"

His eyes shifted higher up from your face, to the creature that sat on your head.

"Take that shit off. It looks bad."

"No way. My hair's not done under this."

"Who cares."

"I do. We take post-show pictures."

He rolled his eyes and sips the rest of your water.

"You're just jealous you didn't get a wig."

"I said no. You should've said no." And if the costume department had an issue with it, Touya would've let them know exactly how he felt about that.

You reached for the water and pout when you realized it was empty. He smirked at you and opened his mouth to tease you about it when the assistant stage manager entered the room.

"You two are still here? Go out there and say hello. You've got people waiting for you..!"

You quickly touched up your make up before hopping out of the chair and rushed to the lobby, with Touya lazily walking at his own pace. Attendees praised your performance and after they left the cast had a photo op. Finally, it was time to hang up the costume and remove the makeup and wig. You walked down the hall in your normal clothes and passed through the lobby. Your eyes searched for black hair when a large bouquet of pink roses obscured your vision.

"Long time no see!" Fuyumi chirped as she placed a gift bag in your hand. "Homemade pastries. Shouto helped."

"I didn't know you guys were coming to opening night. Thank you so much." You took the flowers that Natsuo was handed to you.

"Oi, Natsu." Touya's said as he stood beside you. "I don't think your girlfriend's gonna be happy to hear you're giving flowers to other girls."

Natsuo's face turned beet red, "Th-These are from all of us..! Mom picked them out!" He rubbed the back of his neck. "She's sorry she couldn't come. She didn't wanna risk getting anyone sick."

"I got someone recording it anyways…" Touya couldn't hide the slight disappointment in his voice.

You gave Touya a smile of reassurance before you looked back at his siblings. "It's okay, I'll come visit over the summer and we can watch the recording together. It's better if she rests."

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" A gruff voice asks as it approaches.

"Mr. Todoroki," you bow low. "Um, I'd love to but--"

"She's got plans," Touya finished for you. Touya knew you felt grateful for his family's kindness towards you and that you had a hard time saying no to them because of it.

You smile sheepishly, nodding. "Since there's no cast party tonight, my boyfriend wanted to do something."

"Another time, then." Touya could see that you didn't miss the way his father looked at him when he said that. Enji didn't know subtle even if it hit him with a train. Fucking hell.

"Anyways," Touya grumbled. "Guess who decided to finally show up."

You look over at the direction he was facing and saw the familiar dark mop of hair standing by a pillar. Tenko held a bouquet of flowers and a gift bag as he stood in the corner.

You wave him over and he timidly approaches. Everyone bows and does polite introductions.

"Where are my damn flowers?" Touya asks with no real bite to it. He had no idea why he was trying to lighten the weird tension that had settled onto the group with Tenko's arrival. He tried to keep his eyes off of you.

"Next time I'll…" Tenko looked at you, seemingly caught off guard by Touya's sudden willingness to talk to him. "…bring you something."

"Thank you," you tell his family. "We'll definitely make summer plans, okay? Thank you." You politely bow in farewell to the Todoroki family before walking across the room to the corner with Tenko.

Touya ignored the looks he was getting from everyone except Shouto who didn't really seem all that interested in what was going on.

"Don't--"

"Boyfriend!?" Natsuo whispered wildly. "You guys really weren't dating this whole time!?"

Fuyumi elbowed him, "What Natsu means to say is it's a very surprising turn of events." She glared at him for a moment before looking over at you and your boyfriend talking. You were smiling. "She seems happy…" Fuyumi treaded carefully.

"You look like a different person." Shouto bulldozed through the strange atmosphere of the group, "It's weird seeing you with black hair."

"Okay, split dye."

"This is my real hair colour. You should know, you're my brother, aren't you?"

"I like it," Natsuo chimed in. "Maybe I'll go dark, too!"

"What's your girlfriend gonna say about that?" Fuyumi joked knowing any mention of his girlfriend got him flustered. Natsuo squawked in surprise and Fuyumi giggled as he complained.

"A bit soon to be getting married, don't you think." Shouto said monotonously. Everyone stopped and looked in the direction he was looking and they watched as Tenko slid a ring onto your ring finger.

"N-No way, she wouldn't. That's has to be some kind of promise ring… right?" Fuyumi nervously eyed Touya did his best not to show his feelings on his face.

"Whatever."

"Really? 'Whatever'?"

"Yeah. Whatever." He peeled his eyes away and focused on picking at the leftover staple glue on his hand while he ignored his feelings.

"Big bro Touya's an idiot." Shouto stated simply as he took out his phone. "I am going to call mom and tell her it's over. Do I tell her you're coming back with us?"

Touya glared at his little brother and huffed, "Yes."

He'll drive himself so he's not stuck there overnight. Shouto left the room. Fuyumi said she was gonna go too and ended up tugging Natsuo along with her when he didn't get the hint.

Enji awkwardly stood near Touya.

"What? Take a picture it'll last longer. You're stinking up the room with your old man smell."

Honestly, Touya had no idea why he himself was still there.

Well, he did, but he didn't want to think about that.

"Are you going to be… alright?"

Todoroki Enji was big as fuck and the way his voice sounded nervous as he broached the topic was so uncharacteristic. It didn't fit the version of him Touya was used to having in his head. He actually sounded genuine. Fuck this was awkward.

"If you're asking if I'm going to break down crying over a little crush then you should just shove it." Touya forced his hands into his pockets. They were some of the last people left in the lobby.

You look over at Touya and see him alone with his father. You smile at him and wave goodbye as you exit the building, the ring glinting in the light. Touya watched the two of you walked out in the direction of Tenko's dorm.

"I may be an old man that's out of touch, but even I know it wasn't just a little crush."

And with that, Enji left.

"Stupid old man. What does he know…" Touya grumbled to himself.

A lot, apparently. More than Touya was willing to admit to himself. He thought he was over the whole 'rejecting his feelings' thing. Apparently not.

He had to learn to accept it.

If anyone deserved to be happy, it was you. He'd take the heartache. Maybe he didn't have you in the way that he hoped he could, but you were still willing to be his friend even after all his selfishness.

He'd have to get over it. For your sake and his.

You were his best friend.

[justanotherfangirlwup]

Well, he tried.

[nishiyako]

He's so pretty

[frickingnerd]

dating tomura shigaraki

pairing: tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, clingy shigaraki, jealousy

shigaraki is an obsessive boyfriend

like, he has no idea how he managed to land someone as amazing as you and he won't let you leave him again!

he always compliments you and hypes you up when you wear something nice or put on make up

he's very clingy and he wants to spends as much time as he can with you

he's especially clinging to you when the other league members are around

it's not like he doesn't trust them or anything… but yeah, he doesn't really trust them around you! 

he worries that someone like dabi or twice might try to make a move on you and even the idea of you leaving him for them makes him furious

shigaraki is very jealous and he doesn't have much self control. he'll know that he wouldn't be able to hold back if he saw someone hit on you

your friends are going to be scared of shigaraki – if you even decide to tell them about your relationship with him in the first place!

you'll probably keep it a secret that you are dating the leader of the league of villains…

you are also his first girlfriend, so shigaraki isn't quite familiar with how relationships work

he's trying so hard to be a good boyfriend for you, but sometimes he says or does things that he maybe shouldn't have

dates with shigaraki aren't usually that romantic. it's not like he can just take you to a fancy restaurant without people recognizing him–

so you usually come over to his place and watch a movie or play some videogames with him

on days where he feels very romantic, he'll try to cook for you

it's mostly just boxed mac and cheese or he'll throw a frozen pizza in the oven and heat it up for you

but occasionally, he'll ask toga for help and the two of them bake a cake or some cookies for you!

[kleftiko]

❦ CHERRY PICKING

cw: mature, virgin!shigaraki, fem!reader, dry humping, unprotected sex, cream pie, corruption kink, loser gamer shigaraki (love this shit)

it wasn’t a secret. he stared shamelessly at your tits while you spoke, and you didn’t even bother to let him know cause you knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. every time someone in the league would call him out on his blatant behaviour he’d turn red and leave immediately.

so it wasn’t a stretch to say he wanted to fuck you.

thing is, he was so obviously a virgin. couldn’t even fake knowing how to talk to a woman. and he must’ve been so masochistic cause he just couldn’t stay away from you. just yesterday, he was a second away from popping a boner when you bent over to pick up something you dropped. and you weren’t even trying to rile him up!

god, you wanted to just eat him up.

you wanted to break him down and you wanted to ruin him. you wanted him to never be satisfied with his fist or anyone else ever again.

so you went into his room, somewhere no one was allowed. who would want to, anyway. garbage bags thrown around on the floor—not even closed, so you could see crumpled up tissues falling out—dual monitors and a bunch of little figurines around his desk.

the constant clicks of his keyboard, his dry eyes glued to the screen, and the headset over his tangled hair kept him from noticing you sitting on his unmade bed. your gaze looked at his side profile, watched his pupils shoot back and forth across his game. he was so cute, you couldn’t wait to hear what kind of noises he’d make.

at some point, you couldn’t sit still anymore, you got up and walked over to the back of his chair, focus trailing over his screen and down to his hands. long, rough fingers that knew exactly what they were doing played with the mouse and the keyboard, you almost drooled at the thought of what you could teach him to do.

“you’re good with your fingers.” you said and shigaraki jumped.

“what the hell are you doing?” he hissed and you watched his character die.

“i wanted to see you.” you smiled.

“no.” he said a little too quickly.

“no?” you laughed and he shook his head to try and clear his mind. “what do you mean ‘no’?”

“i-i mean—fuck—why are you here?” he scratched at his neck and you took a seat back on his bed.

“isn’t it obvious?” you asked.

shigaraki didn’t say anything. his eyes just watched you, trailed over your body as you sighed.

“tomura~” you sang and patted the spot next to you.

it didn’t take him more than a split second to stand up, once he did, though, he hesitated to walk over, but listened to you anyway.

his fingers still scratched at his skin, so you took it in your hand and pulled it away.

“have you ever kissed anyone, tomura?” you asked and he paused, then shook his head, looking anywhere but at you.

“i’m sure you know how to though, right?”

shigaraki scoffed. “of course i do.”

“then kiss me.” you turned his chin towards you. your eyes fluttered a bit, just wanting to feel him. the thrill of knowing your his first is enough to make you wet.

but shigaraki was taking too long. too damn long. he was hesitating and as much as you loved his shyness, you couldn’t help it anymore.

you crashed your lips onto his. they were dry and cracked, and didn’t move until it finally dawned on him what was happening. then it was clumsy. he tried to take over, but he had no idea what to do. he slipped in his tongue but it wasn’t much better, just an inexperienced mess of spit. you could have laughed at him but this was something that you just loved. you had to show him that he wasn’t in charge here. being the ‘boss’ didn’t mean he could help himself here, and as you crawled onto his lap, hand guiding the back of his neck exactly where you wanted, he started to submit to you.

once he began to get the hang of it, you released your grip on him, instead exploring his lanky body. this is what got those beautiful whimpers from his mouth. and when you brought your hand to his hard cock and squeezed through his pants, his small and high pitched whine nearly made you moan along.

“fuck, you’re so cute.” you bite his lip.

“‘m not cute.” he mumbled as you got off of his lap.

a giggle escaped your lips as you kneeled between his legs, your hands fumbling with his jeans.

“you are cute.” you stated, pulling his underwear down. “and if you say you’re not, then im gonna be using my mouth to argue instead of doing this.”

shigaraki shut up at that, and he lifted his hips to help you free his cock as it slapped against his stomach. you had to hold yourself back from just shoving the poor thing down your throat, you needed to draw this out for him. you wanted to have him crying and begging for you.

as much as it pained you, you started with kitten licks, focusing on the head of his dick as you popping it into your mouth. tomura rewarded your patience with his head thrown back and a choked groan coming out of his throat, his fingers tangled in your hair and tried to push your head down. you fought against him, getting another whine from him as you reminded him that you were the one in charge.

you started to train him. every noise he made had a little more of your mouth over his dick until your nose was pressed against his pubes and your hands were fondling his balls. if only you could look up and see his whimpering face all screwed up in pleasure, fingers grabbing at the sheets he sat on so as not to jeopardize your warm mouth around him. it didn’t seem like he knew that he had started bucking his hips into your throat, but you let it go, you had been with enough losers to know the signs of him coming undone. you decided to reward him by taking his hand and leading it to your head. sneaking a look up, you could see the complete nirvana on his face as he realized you were letting him fuck your throat. you knew this was gonna be good. from all those tissues, you knew that he was jacking off all those times he got red and ran away from you, so he had to know how to use a fleshlight and right now that was you.

he had you gagging and choking, spit running down your chin as you sucked him off. and you had him crying out in pleasure, going faster and faster until he was cumming down your throat. not even letting you spit out the salty liquid—not that you would, anyway, you wanted him to watch you swallow everything, so you did.

you watched his glazed over eyes zone in on your pretty mouth, chest heaving as you SWORE you saw a small tear trickle down his cheek.

now it was time for your fun.

you planned to make out some more, touch him to get him hard again before you let him in your pussy, but upon looking down, you noticed his cock still hard, red, and dripping. a sadistic smile took over as you looked up at his scared face, but he didn’t have to time say anything before you took off your shirt and jumped on him, making him taste his nasty cum as you stuck your tongue down his throat. you pulled his hair, bite his shoulders and tugged at his clothes. shigaraki tried to keep up with your feral groping, but all he could do was submit to your torture as he tried to take off your clothes, whining and whimpering at your assault on his body.

“just break them.” you commanded, and he dusted off both your clothes until you were both naked.

you pulled shigaraki on top of you. “now get inside me.”

his eyes widened. “what? but—what about a condom?”

you actually threw your head back and laughed at that. the thought that he really expected to get laid at some point and was prepared was hilarious. still though, you weren’t gonna let anything stand in the way of being the best sex he would ever had, you wanted him to cum inside you just like that filthy porn you know he had to have watched.

“funny, pretty boy, i think we both know you’d rather fuck me raw.” you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you. “so get to it.”

tomura was clumsy. he grabbed the base of his hard cock and lined it up with your hole, it took him a second, probably taking a moment to appreciate the fact that he was finally going to feel pussy. after all those years of his fist and toys, watching those jacked guys fuck someone on his computer, and now it was his turn.

shigaraki almost collapsed on top of you as soon as he entered you. not only was it so much tighter and warmer than he ever thought, but he was still so overstimulated from your mouth that he was shaking.

still, when you told him to fuck you, he couldn’t help but slam into you over and over again, chasing the thought of cumming in you raw.

his eyes fell down to your tits, bouncing with the motion of his hips and turning his brain into mush.

“you like this, baby?” you moaned and his attention drew to your face. shigaraki couldn’t form words, only sounds of pleasure mixed with some ‘please’s as he felt his orgasm building up again. watching the bliss on your sadistic face was everything he could ever want and more, and as much as he wanted to keep going forever, he was breaking down. his hips stuttered and all he could think about was the fact that he was filling your pussy with HIS cum. he cried out your name, his head thrown back and his vision going white.

then he fell on top of you. covered in a thin layer of sweat as he lay on your chest, he was prepared for you to push him off and leave him now that you got what you want. he didn’t like that that thought made him upset. he wanted more.

“are you gonna leave now?” he whispered, barely audible in the hopes that you wouldn’t hear it.

tomura felt your chest vibrate with a soft laugh. he looked up at you.

“you think i’m gonna leave without you making me cum on your fingers?”

[kleem-o]

iPad kid!Tenko x Mommy!reader

Thinking about iPad kid!Tenko in an au where you adopted him when he was wandering the streets.

Your new baby took a while to get used to you and your warmth, but when he accepted you, boy did he get attached.

The both of you always spent time together, you made sure to always make time for him despite your work.

Your little baby always wants to play, cuddle, or simply spend time with you! He really sees you as his own mommy.

But you can't always be there for him because of your work, so what do you do? You buy him an iPad!

iPad kid!Tenko's iPad is full of games of course! Minecraft, Roblox, Plants vs Zombies, and his favorite, Wild Rift. Although you try to make him stop playing that game because there might be some toxic players :( (unbeknownst to you he's literally a god in that game)

Now, you are aware that some kids become attached to iPads or even get aggressive sometimes! But you being the responsible mother you are, limits iPad kid!Tenko's screen time. And iPad kid!Tenko being the good boy he is, always follows mommy!

"Hey sweetie, its 7pm already, you know where the iPad goes"

"Okii mommy! Tuck me in bed please?"

"Of course bb! Let's brush your teeth first!"

But don't get it wrong, iPad kid!Tenko is only a good boy to you. When anyone other than you try to bother him while he uses his precious iPad, he gets mad mad.

Literally won't stop his fit unless you come to console him, whispering sweet nothings to him and rubbing shapes on his back :c

There was a time when you had your friends over at your home, and iPad kid!Tenko was being a cute lil grumpy gremlin because "mommy's friends are stealing mommy away from me! >:("

While you were in the kitchen making snacks, one of your friends tried taking iPad kid!Tenko's iPad, making him lose his temper, because they already stole mommy from him and now they want his iPad too?! >:(

And while throwing a fit he accidentally dusted his ipad 😭

He wouldn't stop crying that day and blaming your friends even while you comforted him, so you had to make your friends go home :(

He got a new iPad that day (boy do you spoil him), and he learned something new that day too.

"I have to keep mommy to myself only"

[mushroommanstan]

Edging creepy Tenko until he’s a whining drooling mess with a swollen leaky cock Ɛ>

“A-aaah please-se-se”

Tenko didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It’s true, he’s always loved being touched by you, your velvety hands never failing to make him feel like he’s in heaven. But like Lucifer falling from said heaven, the pleasure had quickly turned into hell for him. Fuck, he’s sorry, he’s sorry!

“Mmhmphhh, I’m-I’m sorry! I’m sorry-hyyy”

You giggled, watching his desperately hard cock throbbed painfully, the whole shaft painted red due to you denying his orgasm again and again. You can practically see his balls throbbing as they beg to be emptied.

But you didn’t listen. Instead you waited until he was ever so close before pulling your hand away, letting his cock slap back against his stomach as he wailed out. You waited for him to cool down before wrapping your hand around his cock and jerking him, repeating the cycle.

“Oh? And what are you sorry for baby? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Despite this, he continued blabbering apologies, the lack of relief seemingly having short circuited his brain and only letting him say those words.

“I’m sorry! I-Iaaah, I’m s-sorry!”

You smirked.

“Baby I’m not doing this as a punishment. Not to my good, sweet boy~” his dick twitched at that making him moan in painful pleasure.

He then surprised you, switching it up and adding a new phrase to his currently limited vocabulary.

“T-then wh-aaah please, then w-why-then-then-why-“ he can feel tears gathering in his eyes, from what he doesn’t know. Frustration, yearning, insecurity, all of those feelings melting down and forming melancholy.

He refused to let those tears fall. He’s a man, he’s a manly man. And manly men don’t cry.

You grabbed him forcefully by his chin, making sure he was looking at your erotically devious face. “Because I want to see you cry for me.”

Maybe some men cry.

He wailed out, a mess of ‘please’s and ‘sorry’s tumbling out as he yet again reached his high, scared you would deny him. He felt his warm tears coat his cheeks as he broke down, begging you to let him finish in the most desperate, lewd moaning.

Satisfied, this time your hand didn’t stop, and you could practically see the relief on his face when the first rope of cum shot out of his dick. He threw his head back, legs quaking and back arched as he opened his mouth in a silent scream. Ropes and ropes of pent up cum burst out of him, coating him, you, and the sheets in his jizz.

You smiled, continuing to pump him until he was completely finished, his cock immediately turning back to the pink, soft state you knew and loved.

Wiping your brow (with your other hand), you finally look back up at him after admiring his fountain.

“Feel better baby?”

He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t do anything really, hanging limply in his leather restraints. You snapped your finger in his face but got no response, pulling his head up only to find his eyes rolled back into his head, passed out.

You quickly checked his breathing, before patting his shoulder affectionately after making sure he was ok.

You then sighed, leaving him to get a towel to clean him up with.

Damn it, he passed out again.

[tomura-complex]

✮ Personal assistence ✮

I shall present to you a new down to core kinky oneshot: Tomura Shigaraki x Bunny!Reader

TW: NSFW, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, praise, degradation, caught while having sex

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This job was a step into a better life with better salary. Even though you were just an assistant. The job was quite simple, but hectic. After two months, you were doing everything for your boss… for the great commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Re Destro was really happy about your work and he applied you to an even better position. The personal assistant of Tomura Shigaraki. Your work got even more hectic and you practically became Shigaraki’s shadow. And if you accidentally had some free time, you still followed Shigaraki like a puppy. A puppy… with white rabbit ears and a small white rabbit tail. Such a perfect assistant!

First weeks in the new position were… awkward. Your office was in his. You just had a small desk with a computer, calendar and a phone. You just sat all day by the desk and arranged his schedule to his likings. That meant changing his schedule all the time, because he was lazy and then making excuses and calling everyone from his meetings. But after quite a lot of days you started to know each other’s presence. You memorized his favorite meals and his favorite coffee. And he stopped being so whiny, so you had less work with his schedules. Things were getting better. You followed him to every meeting taking notes of the important things and every time you were walking in the hallway, his big hand rested on your back. Always. Every walk with him by the hall. When you sat by your desk and arranged a new meeting for him, he always went to you after the call and looked at his schedule, while slightly holding your thigh. When you got him coffee, he always slightly stroked your ass and the back of your thighs and asked about his next task.

These slight touches slowly became grasps and firm holds. Your whole day routine changed to be in more contact with him. “Good morning sir.” you chirped and put his coffee in his favorite place. “Thank you darling.” He mused and slapped your ass. “What are we dealing with today?” “Just a meeting with the league members at 2 pm. That’s all for today.” You smiled and felt his hand traveling under your short skirt and pinching one of your cheeks. You squealed and jumped a little, your tail twitching. “You forget something.” Tomura said firmly. “T-that’s all for today… sir.” You mumbled and he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. “Such a good girl.” He mused and your ears lowered a little. Praising was always your weak spot. His hand wandered from your ass to your knee and back. He squished your thighs and looked at some documents. “Maybe we should try something new.” He looked at you. Hunger and lust in his eyes and a raging problem in his tight pants. You gulped. One of his hands trailed to your face, stroking your cheek and stroking your lips with his thumb. “I always wondered how your cute and little mouth would feel on my cock. Get to work darling. So you can go back to your work as soon as you can.” He smiled at you, his eyes almost hypnotizing you. “Y-yes sir.” You whispered and got onto your knees under his desk. You always liked him… admired him, his power. Your soul always screamed when he touched you. Always wanting more. Your hands gently unzipped his pants, your ears lowering to your head and your tail twitching with excitement. You pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his raging boner. It was… Thicker than you expected. He had beautiful veins on his full length and his scent… Oh god. It was even more hypnotizing than his eyes. And his heavy balls full to their brim ready for release. You gently licked his cock and then took him in your mouth. “Mm. I have my new favorite sight.” He grinned and watched as your head bobbed on his dick. From this perfect state startled Shigaraki a knock on the door. “Come in.” He said while smiling at your surprised look and gesturing you to keep up. Another assistant walked inside. “W-where is your assistant?” On Tomura’s face appeared a shit eating grin. “She went on a quick break. What is it?” “We got new information about heroes’ patrol shifts.” “Great. Put them on her desk.” He mumbled and after a while you heard the door closing. You met his ruby eyes and smiled. He chuckled and relaxed. His hand stroked your ears and grabbed your hair. He started guiding your head to his favorite rhythm, making you gag. Such a beautiful sound and view. After this joyful moment you felt him tense up. His hand pulled you into his groin, his pubic hair tickling you. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt his cock squirting semen into your throat, making you gag even more. He loosened his grip and you pulled away gulping for air. “I have a new daily task for you.” He grinned. “I’m glad sir.” You smiled.

After this encounter, every day was wilder. Your throat was sore everyday, but it was worth it. But this time Tomura decided to push this encounter into something even more. You finally had a free afternoon and you don’t even know how it happened. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed through his office room. You laid on your clean desk, his hands firmly holding your hips. The scent of making out masked your senses and his grunts were the only thing you could hear. You grabbed his tie and lowered him to you kissing his lips. Tomura smiled. “Such a good assistant… ugh… We need to do this more. Imagine me bending you over. Fucking you in front of a mirror. Or in front of the windows. Or in the meeting rooms.” Your ears twitched. “Oh, you would like that? Yeah? My cute slut would like that?” He grinned and kissed your nipples. You mewled and your back arched. All of this was too much for you. The knot in your abdomen finally snapped and you slightly squirted on his shirt. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled and admired your exhausted body. He grabbed your ass firmly and sped up. He huffed, towering above you. He kissed you feverishly and came right inside your cunt. He mused happily and slowed down. He picked up the phone and gave it to you. “Call and get me a new shirt.” You smiled and dialed the phone. After a while, someone knocked on the door. You slowly got up leaving his embrace and his softening cock. You arranged your clothes and picked up his clothes. “Here sir.” You smiled and gave him the shirt.

Since then you were fucking like rabbits. That fits you, right? You were fucking everywhere you could, missing some appointments and dealing with it later. You sat on his lap cockwarming him, while he thought about his new plans. Sometimes he fucked you only to torture you by making you call and arrange meetings while your session. The only one who knew about your little affair was Schuichi. You once stayed after your shift, only for a make out session. You ended up stuck in a room with cleaning products. It was small and cramped, but you still fit in there. You were pushed against the wall and your legs were around his waist. He fucked you up the wall not wanting to stop. “I… Got you something.” He huffed and kissed your neck. “What is it sir?” You smiled at him. And then you felt it. A fabric around your neck. You looked at him. “It fits you well.” You take it in your hands and look at it. It was white collar with a name sewn on it. It said: “Bunny”. You smiled. “Thank you so much.” I beamed and kissed him passionately. Your faces were met with a big stream of light. Schuichi stood by the opened door looking flabbergasted with an open mouth. You felt your cheek heat up and you hid your face in Tomura’s chest. “I just wanted… to get the new markers.” Schuichi mumbled and Tomura handed them to him and closed the door back. Then he bursted laughing and you chuckled. You never noticed why Schuichi needed these markers. Maybe for one of these meeting rooms?

Time flew by and you started living with him. Assisting him every minute of his life. Your relationship was now official and the league was happy for Tomura. You snuggled into him sitting with the league on the couch on a movie night. Tomura smiled and toyed with your bunny tail. You blushed and cuddled into him. He lowered to you and whispered into your ear. 

“I can’t wait for the night to breed your tummy to the brim.”

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this! I stitched this up just from my kinky thoughts from lonely nights. And here is a little secret! I'm planning another oneshot from an office AU, where reader is the boss and Tomura is a hardworking employee in a need of a reward!

[espressovis]

My two beautiful babies 😍🥰

shigaraki with the red cape just hits different 😋

[shigamochii]

Shigaraki Headcannon's Again:

CW: SFW, Slight Mention's of NSFW but it's mostly SFW. Mention's of s/o. f!reader.

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Music Taste:

I like to think Tomura listens to metal and heavy metal music such as: Slipknot, Metallica, Rammstein, etc. I do like to think he listens nu-metal music as well. (ex: KoRn, Static-X, Nine Inch Nails, etc.).

I feel like Tomura would secretly love pop music from the 2000's or like emo music from that era, it's mostly like MCR. It's hard to imagine him listening to crunkcore or scenecore stuff. I'm open minded with it.

If Tomura has a gf (s/o) he would be happy to share his selection or taste in music with you, he enjoys sharing his interests with the person he truly loves.

Tomura does still wear his usual outfit which consists of his long sleeve v-necked shirt and black pants that reveal his ankles. In his downtime or whenever the LoV doesn't have anything going on, he chills around base in a casual t-shirt and sweats.

If you're wondering.. yes, he wears band t-shirts sometimes. I like to think his most favorite one is Slipknot not only does he like the music/band but likes the shirt designs.

I don't really see Tomura being one to head bang to the music he plays, I like to think he uses this genre of music as a sort of stress reliever, if that makes sense? I do the same thing so.. ya lmao.

Aside from just metal music, I think Tomura would listen to vaporware or some type of synthwave music. Perhaps some 80's pop and rock.

If you and Tomura are cuddling he would most likely put on something more calm and relaxing to fit the mood between the two of you. It wouldn't be much of a good idea to play metal while trying to unwind and cuddle lol.

If Tomura has wireless earbuds or even wireless, he would definitely want to share his earbud with you, again I think the man would want to share his music taste with you and only you. Tomura knows you won't judge him for his interests on anything and he loves you for that, heh.

*Dumb Thought: but if you have a driver's license since y'know Shiggy can't drive because of his quirk or maybe he can, idk. If you're on a drive together, you'll let him play music. Shiggy loves playing DJ in the car. It makes him feel special.

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NSFW Mention's (18+):

(these might not be good so.. bear with me..)

If you and Tomura are engaging in sexual activities we would most likely play music that's toned down, maybe soft rock.

I like to think one time Shiggy played metal while pounding away at your pussy and after that day you banned him from playing metal while the two of you fucked. You were extremely sore after that day too lmao.

Shiggy loves fucking you to sexual songs and I mean heavily sexual songs like: Closer, Freaky Now, Tonight I'm Fucking You, etc. He thinks it kind of sets the mood to get down and dirty.

I also see Shiggy not playing music all the time, he enjoys hearing your cute little mewls and moans when he thrusts into you, he loves hearing the sounds of his skin against yours. He just wants to hear you in general.

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That is all l have so far, some random headcannon's based around Tomura and music. I'll try to do more in the future if I can think of any to do, if you have any ideas my inbox is open. If I haven't gotten back to anyone, I promise I'm not ignoring sometimes I'm really unsure on how to answer certain asks in my inbox.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Shigaraki, Overhaul and Dabi

with a Pregnant Partner

Shigaraki x GN! pregnant reader; Overhaul x GN! Pregnant reader, Dabi x GN! pregnant reader

Warnings: reader being reckless, fluff, reader is a villain in Shigaraki and Dabi’s part (is that a warning? Idk)

AN: just me being me again 😌💅 living out my hopes and dreams with soft villains

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was a busy man. He was always looking for ways to further his league of villains all while destroying All Might and his stupid protégé, Izuku Midoriya. However, his biggest challenge currently wasn’t his determination to end hero society or even to create a larger foundation for the league but instead, it was keeping his very pregnant partner contained.

“You never let me do anything fun!” You grumbled as Tomura looked at you, completely unfazed by your usual usual temper tantrum. You were six months pregnant and Tomura had learned very early on how little you appreciated his opinion on keeping yourself out of villainy duties, especially since you had become pregnant.

“So you want to give birth in prison YN?” He responds to you as you glare at him, looking around to garner any support from your fellow league memebers.

“Hey don’t look at us Yn, hand man has a point,” Dabi chuckles as Shigaraki ignored his comments, turning back to the house of cards he was currently building.

“YN my dear don’t you think you should prioritize rest especially in your current state?” Mr. Compress interjects as you turn your glare to the magician. You chose to ignore them and go back to the source your current frustration.

“Tomura I’m bored! You can’t keep me locked up in this bar forever!” You whine as Shigaraki sighs. He honestly has no idea what to do with you, and if you meant less to him, he’d probably just kill you but alas, his stupid feelings for you had always gotten in the way.

“Please listen to Tomura Shigaraki YN, he is only looking out for you,” Kurogiri adds as you continue to grumble, folding your arms and stomp your feet. You really were being completely insufferable.

Shigaraki sighed, standing up and resting his head on your shoulder while gently grazing your bump, “YN will you please stop being a brat and listen to us? We- I want you safe and you know what the doctor said. Now please will you stop annoying everyone?”

You rolled your eyes at his confession knowing Tomura meant every word he said. He was rarely affectionate but when he was, you truly knew he cared.

“Ugh fine!” You grumbled as you felt a smirk grow you’re partners face knowing he won, “But the first Nomu attack after I give birth I get to go too!”

Shigaraki chuckled, shaking his head, “whatever you say brat.”

Overhaul

Overhaul opened the door to the bedroom, wanting to do nothing more than to crawl into bed and cuddle with you. He was exhausted, his serum to eliminate quirks was nearly finished and the Shie Hassaiki was ready for phase two of his plan. He opened the door and turned on the bathroom light, looking over to see you sound asleep. Only he wasn’t met with the usual angelic picture of you in slumber, instead he was met with an empty bed. He sighed, leaving your joint room and heading down to the kitchen. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed the light beaming from below the door.

He slowly opened the door, peering in as he saw you sitting on a stool, eating your current favorite pregnancy craving as you happily hummed away, enjoying every bite.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He asked as you looked up, face beaming with content as you finished your snack.

“Hi Kai! Are you done working? I was waiting for you in bed but then I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d come and have a snack!” You cheered as Kai came next to you, pulling out a stool and sitting with you.

“Would you like a bite?” You asked.

Overhaul looked at you, a look at disgust on his face at your offer, “YN you know I don’t share food.”

You stare at him, deadpan at his confession as you roll your eyes, “you are aware of how I got pregnant right? So you’re really going to sit there and tell me that you won’t eat a bite of my food?”

Kai chuckled as he stood up, grabbing your empty plate and walking it over to the sink. You stood up, heading over to the sink to wash the dishes as Kai stopped you.

“Let me just do the dishes quick and then we can head to bed ok?”

“Leave them darling, someone will take care of them in the morning,” he said as you gaped at him.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband!” You mock gasped as Kai rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

“You need to rest YN, now let’s go,” he said grabbing your hand as you followed behind him. You sighed knowing how much your husband loved and cared for you.

Dabi

Dabi was use to living life on his own, that was until you weaseled your way in and never left. At first he found you annoying, and to be fair, the annoyance never really did go away. However, he now found himself in a position he never thought he’d be in and that was head over heels for you. At this precise moment, however, he was more ready to kill you than he was to hug and kiss you.

“You idiot what are you doing out so late!?!?” He yelled a question you knew was retorical as he dragged you through the back alleyway of the leagues hideout. He was pissed and you knew it.

“Well you said you were coming back around midnight and when you didn’t, I got hungry and since we didn’t have anything to eat, I decided to go and get something to eat,” you declared as Dabi growled at you, turning on his heels and glaring daggers into you. You knew you were in some major trouble but unfortunately, cravings don’t wait.

“YN you know we have food, I just got food for you earlier today!” He whisper shouted as you stood there.

“Well I didn’t want that food! The baby wanted instant ramen which we didn’t have!” You growled back as your partner groaned, his hands going to his head as he paced around the alley.

“YN you realize that we are both wanted criminals right?” He said as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Are we really? I had no clue!” You mocked as you made your way to the entrance of the league’s headquarters, bag of noddles in hand.

“YN you need to stop acting so reckless! It’s one thing for me to get caught but you? Giving birth in Tartarus wouldn’t be a walk in the park!” He shouted as you headed to the kitchen.

“You act like giving birth anywhere will be a walk in the park,” you chimed, annoyed at your boyfriend as he followed you. Dabi was furious but he knew he had to calm down. This was exactly the way you were and it’s one of the big reasons he loved you so much, despite how stupidly you acted at times.

“YN listen, I’m sorry for yelling but you are literally being the biggest idiot right now,” he relented as you went about making your noodles.

“Yeah but I’m an idiot with ramen now,” you sang, unphased by your partners outburst.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” He said, sitting down as you turned to him and smiled.

“Love me?” You questioned as an annoyed smirk entered his face.

“You’re lucky I already love you idiot.”

[sawbiter]

solace - shigaraki tomura

- cw : fem!reader, fluff, small angst, implied mental illness w shiggy, very small post !

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tomura shigaraki clings to you like he will die if he lets go.

he's a hardened villain; he shouldn't be this weak to you. but, one look from your soft and loving eyes and he's weak in the knees. he just- he loves you so much, and he's never felt that before. this is new territory, you were his first everything. he was a shut-in before you came along, only really going outside for villain purposes.

but now you, his cute and sweet little girlfriend wants to go on dates? wants to go to the arcade and win shitty little prizes? sign him up, he'd never let you go without him. what if you got hurt?

before you, tomura never took care of himself. his nails were long and sharp, his hair was greasy and filthy and his skin was flaky and smelly. but, once you came along, and you saw how little he took care of himself, your eyes filled with something he hadn't seen in so, so long. empathy.

you washed his hair, put on his skincare products and clipped his fingernails. you washed his clothes and helped him clean his room. you got him out of that hopeless, depressive state he'd been in for so long; only ever cleaning up for missions that required it.

you stayed when he would snap at you, when he thought he was undeserving so he pushed you away, yelling, throwing fits and threatening you. you were patient. you stayed. every effort he made to sabotage your relationship was pointless; you knew he didn't want you gone.

tenko, despite wearing gloves, will never touch you with all five fingers. he knows he's a monster, but he wouldn't even want to risk hurting you. he confesses this to you in a hushed whisper late in the night, scratching his neck with his nails til blood drips down onto his black hoodie. you smiled at him, holding his hand away from his bloodied neck and looking at him with love in your eyes. “you're not a monster. not to me.”

shimura tenko, who clings to you as he cries, your loving whispers providing him solace for the first time since he was 5.

[wimckle]

sensitive shigaraki

honestly, i think he would cum numerous times in his pants before you're even touching him skin-to-skin. small touches would absolutely drive him crazy. the feeling of your hands gently going up and down his inner thighs, the feeling of your warm hands planted right on his cold stomach, grabbing him by his sides and feeling him up, would make him so hard

he'd make such cute little moans for you, begging you to touch him. he'd definitely be the type to try and cover his face with his hand as his face goes all red, looking down at you with wide eyes as you tease him continuously

shiggy would be embarrassed by the fact that he came so quickly, but would really think it's hot if you tease him about it. he would also cum as soon as you touch him bare, even a small touch to the tip of his dick would make him moan like crazy, throw his head back, and cum all over the place

i also think he'd squirm a lot, trying to buck his hips in your hand as you're wrapped around him, moaning and groaning for you. his hair would be so messy. his face, ears, and the top of his shoulders would be so red from embarrassment and from how hot the situation is

he would also never admit this to anyone. you would be the only person in the whole world who would know how big of a turbo virgin shigaraki is and he absolutely loves it

[nishiyako]

Ganked (NSFW)

Paring : Shigaraki x Sleeping!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[reirexx]

"Symbol of Fear Reincarnation"

a.k.a.

"Date with Tenko" pt.4

Cacti/succulent hunt date 🌵🌵

I'll edit this with the frame by frame later for better image quality 😩

🎶 Steve Lacy - Dark Red (Instrumental)🎶

[kleftiko]

❦ 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

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

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?"