#subshiggy

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Bratty sub shigaraki that needs to be put in his place mmmmmmmmmmm

Oh god, this means I’m gonna get sub Shigaraki asks today huh-? I’m fine with it but how many am I gonna get-

I hate how this turned out but I’m not a big smut writer anyway since I get a lot of fluff asks, so I can’t really expect much lol

Minors DNI (Nsfw under the cut)

Shigaraki x GN! Reader

Basically just jerking him off tbh

“Awww, someone got cocky, didn’t you Tomu?” You asked, but you didn’t really expect him to answer anyway.

You had him on his stomach with you sitting on his back. Usually training with him was a little more exciting, but it seems like he was just out of it today.

“Get off of me, you’re fucking suffocating me.” He snapped.

“Rude much?”

“Shut up and let me out.”

You flipped him onto his back, now sitting on his chest, your shorts not doing a very good job at covering your thighs. He couldn’t help the faint blush that appeared on his face, though he hoped you didn’t notice.

“Someone’s got an attitude today, huh? Say please and I’ll help you with that.” You joked, still on top of him, “just tell me that I’m better and I’ll get off of you.”

In truth, he didn’t really want you to get off of him. At least not when he could see your legs spread, even if it was just to pin him down. He couldn’t help his wandering mind.

“Hey, perv, maybe pop a boner somewhere else.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He just wanted to disappear.

“Then get the fuck off of me! The fuck do you expect when you’re like this, slut.” He spat out.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but you had already shoved a few fingers in, just to shut him up.

“Eh, maybe, but you can’t even get a slut like me to fuck you apparently. Not like this at least.” You chuckled, grabbing his tongue with the fingers that were in his mouth.

You quickly removed your fingers and replaced them with your lips instead, shoving your tongue into his mouth before he could process what you were doing.

Well, all he knew now was that you were kissing him.

He didn’t know what to do. He just laid there, tongue limp while you desperately tried to get every taste of him that you could. There was a string of saliva connecting you when you pulled away.

“Slut. You’re so desperate for cock aren’t you?” He said, “if that’s what you want, try Dabi, I’ve got standards at least.”

“Then how’d this happen, huh Shig?” You asked, reaching behind you and trailing a finger along the bulge in his pants. “It’s only us here. Would you care to explain?”

He stayed silent, desperately trying to hold back a loud whine as you started palming his cock through his jeans. The fabric of his boxers would be stained by now, and it did very little to stop the growing wet spot on his jeans. The denim was practically rubbing him raw through his boxers.

“I could use you like a slut would, but like you said, you have standards. You wouldn’t dare be enticed by a slut like me, huh Shig?” You said, ending it with a smirk. “Even I’ve got standards. So give me one reason I should give you what you want…”

You pulled your hand away, ignoring the liquid on them. You sat there with that devilish smirk he loves hates. The room fell silent, and the air seemed to grow heavier by the second, almost as if it was trying to suffocate him.

He opened his mouth to talk, but again, your mouth covered his. He tried to be in control, but every time he moved, your legs clamped down harder around his torso. Your hands threatened to break his arms with every attempt to push you off, each failed attempt only resulting in a tighter grip. He was sure he’d have bruises, each one would serve a reminder that he barely had any control over you

It wasn’t his ideal situation, but he could make it work.

His mind goes blank every time your chest is against his. He could feel his cock ache for attention, but with your current position, he couldn’t even get a little bit of friction.

If he was just a little bit faster, he could’ve been the one on top, and you would’ve been under him, unable to resist him.

He can’t help his wondering eyes when you pull back after what seemed like forever. You’re right in front of his face, giving him a front row seat for him to see everything you had to offer. Almost everything actually.

You pulled him up by his shirt, making sure he was eye level with you, but you didn’t let him sit up. If he did, he could throw you off of him, and your little game would come to an end. It was just so fun to watch him try to resist, you couldn’t stop now!

“Say you’ll be my good boy, and I’ll let you undress me.” You said, voice low yet quiet.

You waited, but nothing was said after that.

“Eh, that’s fine. Have a nice day Tomura!” You giggled, letting go of his shirt. His head and back hit the ground as you got off of him.

You were leaving..?

You can’t! He didn’t get to finish yet!

“Wait-“ he said, making you stop in your tracks, “I-… I’ll be a good boy if you stay…” he whispered. It was barely audible at all, but you heard it just fine.

His sad, desperate eyes seemed to glow even more with every step you took towards him. Each sway of your hips, whether it was intentional or not, only served to excite him further, already eager to see what you’d do to him.

Instead though, you stopped halfway, just barely out of his reach. Each failed attempt to grab your hand or the bottom of your shirt only made you step back further. You only stopped once your back was against the wall, which he quickly took advantage of. To his surprise though, he was quickly turned and pinned to it instead of you.

“It’s not the best, but I can make it work.” You said, voice low against his ear as you slipped a hand under his shirt.

He tensed up, slightly pushing down against your hand. It didn’t feel bad, it was just new to him. He started to speak, only to be silenced by your hand over his mouth. He could feel your eyes on him as you lifted his shirt up higher, just to see what you were working with.

He was definitely as thin as he looked, but it didn’t really matter. He’d get better over time if he had the proper care.

Your hand dipped under the waistband of his pants, just barely brushing over his weeping tip as he let out a soft, muffled groan. His breath was hot against your hand with every shaky exhale. Every time you moved, he’d tense up immediately.

He stayed quiet, letting you look him over before you started to fiddle with the zipper on his jeans. At this point, it was wet to the touch, and his boxers were probably stained by now.

“A-are you sure about this? About me..?” He asked, his voice cracking every other word. It was hard to believe such a pretty thing like you would even think about touching him so intimately.

You didn’t answer to his disappointment, but it quickly disappeared the second he felt your hand brush against his bare cock.

You were willingly touching him!

If this was a dream, don’t ever wake him up.

Your hand was already coated with his precum, just from a quick, simple touch. It almost made you laugh.

“Last chance to back out baby boy. Just remember, I won’t exactly be gentle with you.” You said with that tone he loved so much. He quickly opened his mouth to speak, but opted for just shaking his head instead.

You pulled your hand away from his mouth, your breath hot against his neck as you slowly wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Simple, featherlight kisses had his head spinning. To him, it seemed more unbelievable than the thought of you jerking him off.

Your pace was tantalizingly slow, he almost started crying. Every time he tried to speak, you’d speed up just enough for a small whimper to be let out instead.

“Just- fuck, just a little faster, please! That’s all I’m asking for! I’ll repay the favor if you go just a bit faster!” He whined, thrusting his hips ever so slightly up into your hand for even the smallest increase in friction.

One quick kiss to his lips, and your motions sped up. His head was thrown back, and his eyes were shut tight. Sure, if it was his hand, he could’ve gone much faster. But there was just something about you touching him that made it better. Maybe he was just tired of the feeling of his own rough skin.

He bit his lip hard in an attempt to suppress some of the noise he made. Small drops of blood seeped out and mixed with the drool that slipped past his lips, each little drop was quickly swept up by you.

Just as he was about to finish, you pulled your hand back. Precum seeped from the tip, but not his full load. The loss of your warmth alone almost made him cry.

“Maybe next time, don’t insult me, and maybe I’ll let you finish.”