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~screams of pleasure~ Shigaraki x traumatised!oc

TW: smut, pegging, dom!female sub!male, praise, voyeurism

Bloodcurdling screams of horrifying fear filled the bedroom of Ichika. Her black tears were uncontrollably streaming down her face, calling out for help, for saving that was never given to her in the first place. Why she was screaming in the first place? She had a frightening nightmare about her being back behind the glass cage of the government in that white villa. All the heartless heroes who came to observe her instead of save her hurting soul, even All Might himself visited her in all her pain and despair, but the thought of saving the girl never crossed his mind. The many needles with drugs that were put inside her fragile body was a horrific experience that the girl just could never overcome in her entire life. All the experiments that were proceeded on her body in the past played over and over again in her thoughts. The indescribable pain, inhuman humiliation and the many sexual assault repeated in her nightmare so many times that she lost count of it.

Blinded my her fear she didn’t see Shigaraki standing in the doorway, very concerned about her wellbeing. He walked up to her trembling body on the cheap king-sized bed, calmy sitting beside her and wiping her steams of tears from her rose cheeks. Tomura cupped her face gently, bringing it to his chest, hushing her softly. “ssshhh~. Everything is okey Ichika, you are safe with us. If anyone even dares to look at you then their head will be mine to harvest.” Tomura cooed in her ear, but having a venomous touch to it. His shirt was now damp from her black tears, but she just needed someone to comfort her, someone who would protect her. That someone was the feared Tomura Shigaraki. Later on deeper into the darkness of the night they fell asleep in each other’s arms, never wanting to make the moment to end in a million years.

6 years had passed, the two were now both 21 and have grown quite fond of each other over the years. They both never dared to leave one another’s side in the fear they couldn’t protect their partner in crime. Maybe Tomura and Ichika even became too fond of each other, because they often would wonder if the other would be open to be more then just friends one day. It would be perfect, they both liked videogames, junk food, were complete nerds under all that villain bullshit and were good on an emotional basis. they both were too bothered by the feelings of one another, because what if the other said no, that could just ruin the whole platform where their friendship was built on. The league itself expanded in bigger numbers than the two were expecting at first. There was Toga, Toga was a bit too much for both Tomura and Ichika, she was just too hyper and energetic for their taste. Dabi was an annoying piece of shit who looked like a walking corpse, always insulting her for being too damn creepy or Tomura for being so disgusting to look at. Spinner was a cool lizard guy who liked games as much as the male and female of his age. Twice was very bipolar but a nice fella. Compress was a lot like Kurogiri in multiple ways.

Ichika POV:

In my defense, I never meant to fall for my boss.

I had joined the League of Villains out of anger towards the useless heroes who watched me suffer behind glass. Aspirations of starting over and fixing society compelled me to join his cause. So, when I signed up, I had been expecting an imposing figure. An idol among men for people to gather around. Someone who'd strike anyone as malicious the second they laid eyes on him.

Instead, I had Shiggy….

Granted he was positively terrifying. Just only when the moment called for it. As a member of the League, I was far more likely to catch him in his plaid pajama pants sleepily brushing his teeth. His hair all ruffled up from a long night. Or sleep-deprived and over-caffeinated after a late-night gaming binge; like the walking dead and in desperate need of a nap. Then I had my personal favorite, nervous Shigaraki that retreated into his hoodie just a bit, a faint blush on his cheeks, completely unfiltered as always but a hint of bluster as he yelled at me to get lost. Even though he was far from what I had expected, he still managed to make my heart thump.

Sure, he was rough around the edges, but there was something that just drew me to him. Like the fact that despite being the center of the LOV he seemed to cling to the outskirts, choosing a drink with Kurogiri over getting into the antics of everyone else.

That and I knew he was at least mildly interested, catching him more than once checking out my ass or chest. Turning bright red and angrily muttering at me if I so much as implied what he was up to. So, while I certainly hadn’t meant to but somewhere in all those nights sitting at a cozy bar or stuck somewhere on a mission going south, I’d find that I had grown interested, too. Not that I could do anything about it though. The moves I had made to get closer to him so far had gone ignored or met with hostility and I had a sinking suspicion Shigaraki was the kind of person to ignore rather than confront any urges in my favor.

No one’s POV:

Shigaraki never meant to fall for Ichika.

He had always been a friend to her, or at least, it’d been so long since he’d had that feeling it was only meant for friendship like it’d always been just him and her. That was just what he was used to. He never really expected to have anyone.

So why was she so puzzling to him?

It wasn’t as though there was this lightning moment, I certainly wasn’t presented as a romantic interest. Just a member of the league like anyone else and his best friend. Then a member, like many more around her. Doing what was expected, like anyone else. A standard companion rather than any kind of special character. Except she just kept showing up.

All the time.

When missions ended up fucked and he’d have to force an evacuation, or when he was at the hideout, a rare moment where his guard was down.

A stupid smile on her face, honeyed words, and understanding. He wanted Ichika. Wanted to figure out why she always had a sweet thing to say to him when he did nothing but spit venom or ignore her.

She was on his mind all the time. But his curiosity wasn’t as bad as his imagination.

~smut warning~

Nails scratching down his thighs, mouth wrapped around his cock, eyes wide and innocent, not so dissimilar from the wide-eyed look she gave him every time the two of them interacted.

He was tortured, images of her haunting him, unable to escape her during the day and night, Ichika’s perfume on his nose, phantom feelings of her skin under his fingerprints. It was a cruel joke, not like anyone would let him touch them, especially not her.

So, if he was going to be alone forever anyways, he had to do something to ease this tension, the only thing available was his own fist.

The tight feeling of it around his cock never failed to send him cross-eyed in pleasure, filling it up with his cum as he imagined that it was her who was bouncing on his cock. Her cunt squeezing him like a vice grip as she milked him for all he's worth.

But he was still curious, wondering what it'd be like to have her pretty lips wrapped around his cock, leaving lipstick rings around him. The curiosity was insatiable, till he was sending her out on a mission, sneaking into her room while she were away. Grabbing her favorite shade just so he can see what it'd look like. The sight alone had him almost cumming, too lost in the image of painting her pretty face with his cum.

He wondered if Ichika would like that, like licking the cum from off her face. Wiping fingers down her chest and sucking on them to clean them off. He wondered what it would be like, trying his own cum to see if it tastes alright. The salty-sweet flavor was addicting, the taboo nature of what he was doing, how gross he was being. Jacking himself off only to clean himself off with his tongue. Wondering how her juices would be different. Craving to see how they mixed. Filling her tight little pussy with his cum only to eat it out of her.

He was becoming insatiable.

She had counted herself lucky that she shared a wall with Shiggy, almost silent for the most part, only sometimes waking her up by shouting at his games in the middle of the night but for the most part he’d been quiet.

Not anymore.

Something changed dramatically in the last month, his sounds keeping you up throughout the night, the squelching of his cock, and his hand spinning Ichika’s head around. Spending her nights biting her fist, an ear pressed to their shared wall as she caught his little whimpers.

Fingering herself maddeningly as she tried to race him to her pleasure, challenging herself, one, two, and sometimes three orgasms before he finally came. Imagining what it’d be like, having him abuse her cunt instead of his hands. She could scarcely meet his eye anymore. Sure, that her desperation would show on her face. Desperate to pin him down and fuck herself on him till she couldn’t cum anymore.

It all came to a head one night, three fingers shoved into her cunt, her face shoved into a pillow, humping her hand like mad when you heard it.

He was calling out Ichika’s name.

“Come on, cum for me, please,” she heard him beg, moving her hand in time to his strokes, closing her eyes and pretending he was there above her. His begging growing louder as they both grew more desperate.

She didn’t know what came over her. She was so close, so caught up in the vision when it slipped out. A near-silent plea.

“Tomura please,”

She came right then, hearing as Shigaraki’s strokes stuttered out.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted out as he came.

Ichika sat there in silent terror. Waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for him to come in but he never did. It wasn’t until well into the afternoon the next day did she dared to exit her room.

But Shigaraki was already long gone.

“Tomura please.”

He heard her, he knew he did.

Ichika’s voice, unmistakable. His first name on her lips, all breathy.

The memory sent blood straight to his cock. The stuttered sound of her voice as she came with him.

He spent the night shell-shocked. How could Ichika have this much of an effect on him? He was beyond this, she was far more like some random NPC, someone he shouldn't be focused on. And yet she cursed him. He thought it was bad before, but now his dreams had an audio track. Over and over.

“Tomura please,”

And league outings were only making it worse. Clearly, she didn’t think he heard her, treating him as if he didn’t exist, even though she was the one that said his name. Talking with the others, laughing with Toga and Twice, or worse… Dabi

It was on one night that she especially seemed intent on torturing him. Drunk off her ass when everyone started swapping sex stories, what was quite embarrassing for Ichika, because she was in the middle of it all forced to listen to all their weird sex life, a glimmer of glee in her eyes as she watched their collective mouths drop from each other’s stories. Then with a shrug, like it was no big deal at all she said, “Sure all of that is fun, but what I want is to try pegging sometime.”

Several guys around Ichika shifted uncomfortably, but Dabi just leaned in closer, purring for her attention. Making Shigaraki seethe. Failing to realize that she were paying attention to one person in particular as she kept going. His face flushed as she described the dream. Shigaraki’s pants growing tight as she giggled to herself in embarrassment, before passing the attention on to someone else.

That final straw snapped him. Later that night he fell into an internet spiral. Learning everything he could. He wanted to prepare himself for her. He knew he needed more than just his hand to work himself open. He remembered Ichika’s earlier conversation, well aware you were still in the bar with the rest of the League, trying to sop up the liquor with food, occupied for the next several hours. It was time for her to deal with the consequences of tormenting him for so long. So, he quietly entered the hall. Opening her bedroom door and closing it behind him.

Hesitantly, he looked under her bed, spotting a box tucked in the back just as he thought you were so innocent as a god damn angel. A little pink plug nestled against a bottle of lube, and a slimmer box placed there as well. He grabbed the lube, slicking up his fingers, hunched over on all fours as he teased his hole. One finger circling the rim. Carefully working his way in. Wriggling it deeper. Grabbing the plug next. Hovering it over his whole as he gently pushed it in. The stretch was intense, trying not to force himself through anything, all while he craved more. Finally, he had it all the way in. It was a strange sensation, not unpleasant, and as he squeezed around it, he could feel himself getting harder. Squirting out more lube, he slicked his length, pumping up and down as he played with the plug.

And that’s where she found him

She stumbled into her room, far later than she’d expected. Closing the door behind her before flipping on the light. And there he was, laying, his ass up as his fingers played with that cute little hole of his. Stretching himself out so he could take her cock she could create due to her quirk anatomy: if she knows the full anatomy of a being than she can create their body parts on her body. The limit is if there isn’t enough surface left on her body and if she still tries to continue, all of the mutations will crash like a busted videogame.

Her plug nestled in his ass, his other hand desperately jerking his cock. Ichika was still a little tipsy from the remnants of alcohol in her system. Just enough to embolden her, and make her not question why he was here.

She could feel your panties getting wet at the sight before her. Arguably the most powerful man she had ever met reduced to a whiny mess. Collapsed on the bed, spit dribbling out of his mouth and a mess of lube and cum leaking out of his ass and cock. Humping his hand desperately as he made eye contact with her pleading for help. Too close to his orgasm to feel embarrassed. She spot your box of toys next to him. Noting that it was her plug in his ass, and her lube making a mess over her sheets. He hadn’t stopped his hand yet, still desperately close as he watched her take him in. Deciding what to do. He just looked so cute like this, his eyes crossed in pleasure, his cock red, and leaking. Ichika feels her thighs pressing together, a month's worth of lusting after him hitting her all at once. She desperately wanted to help him.

So of course, she did.

She was already drenched from the sight of his debauched state, moving to the bed, and helping him onto his back. They were both silent at first, nothing more than moving together as they both processed what was happening. Nothing but labored breathing and small noises filling up the silence. She clasped his wrists and pulled them away from him. Forcing him to grasp onto the bed frame with four fingers before letting her mouth descend on his cock.

First, she blew lightly. Enjoying the cute little way, he whined and bucked his hips at her. Then she was letting the head sit on her tongue as she swirled it around. Closing her lips around him and sucking hard. Having her tongue loll out from her mouth to lick him further down the base before she follows not far behind with the rest of her mouth. Bringing her hands to play with the length of his cock that couldn’t fit in her petite mouth. His hips twitching each time she touch him.

He had been achingly close for so long and watching his fantasy be fulfilled before his very eyes was proving too much to handle. The sight of ruby red lips enclosed around the base of his cock while tears pricked in her eyes as she struggled to take all of him was emblazoned forever in his mind. she can feel the way he's getting closer, the tension in his cock unbearably tight when she pulls off. Earning a growl from Shigaraki.

"Behave," she warned, and he eyed Ichika suspiciously before she started removing her clothes. Pulling off her shirt first, then discarding her pants. Ichika hears an audible gasp when she lets her black bra fall. And Shigaraki looked like he was already in nirvana, tongue lolled out and drooling just at the sight of her breasts. The look didn’t last long though as she teasingly snapped the elastic of her purple panties. His gaze snapping downwards as she shimmies out of them. Turning around and wiggling her ass at him before walking back. Enjoying the confident boost from the thorough eye-fucking that Shigaraki was giving her.

Ichika climbed onto the bed, grabbing at Shigaraki’s wrists, with one hand and taking his ankles with the other, effectively folding him in half and having him hold his legs as she peered at the plug, wrapping her fingers around the base before wiggling it deeper, forcing a moan out of Shigaraki's mouth while he wiggled away from her.

"Do you want me to continue?" she asked staring him down. Shigaraki dropped his legs, scooting back towards her before grabbing them again, presenting himself to her.

"Please," he mumbled, so quiet she could barely hear it. So, Ichika continued, holding onto the plug yet again and wiggling it till she had removed it completely, staring at the gaping hole between his legs before he flexed, and it began to shrink. She looked around on the bed for some lube, spotting the small bottle discarded next to Shiggy, and lubed up her fingers.

Taking a singular finger, she traced just the edge of his asshole with her finger, watching as his hole clenched in anticipation of something. He was already stretched out for her from his earlier activities, so she managed to slowly slide in two of her fingers without much resistance. Carefully wriggling them around to stretch him out further, before hitting that specific spot that had him shuddering. Moving her fingers in and out, just brushing up against it as Shigaraki wailed for you. His legs shaking in his hold as he spread out for her.

“Oh, Shiggy you’re just sucking in my fingers,” she could feel him clenching around them. Panting as she pushed in and out.

Watching the way his cock jerked, spouting pre all over his chest, bobbing for her attention. His eyes were closed, whimpering as she separated your fingers then scissored them, stretching out his hole further.

“Makes me wonder. Was this little show all for me? Shiggy the little slut just wanting some attention huh?” He bucked his hips at the name, bearing down on her fingers as she thrusts them in deeper, groaning.

"Was it a show for me Shiggy, climbing into my bed? Using my plug? Or are you just that much of a whore you couldn't control yourself?" Ichika took her other hand stroking the weeping tip of his dick while he shivered under her.

"For you, all for you," he stuttered out hips snapping into her hand. She moved down, squeezing the base of his cock before withdrawing her hand. Shigaraki cried out, but he didn't move his hands, moving his hips more harshly onto her fingers instead.

“Well in that case, why don't we have some fun?" she said eyes glinting with mischief "I wonder how you’d react to something bigger? Say my own cock? Would you want that Shiggy?” he shook his head, but she could feel the way he was clenching around her when she said that.

“I think you’d look so pretty, all stretched out on my cock, crying as I split you open,” she could see cock bobbing, more pre pooling at the tip as she continued to talk.

“Come on Shiggy, let me fuck you,”

He stopped for a moment, looking at Ichika, his eyes calculating. Measuring for any tricks up her sleeve.

“You want to fuck me?” The question caught her off guard.

“God yes I do, fuck Shiggy do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” she could see the blush forming on his cheeks. The gears were turning in his head.

“S-shut up,” he told her, but he was struggling to maintain his composure as she wiggled your fingers again.

“Please Shiggy,” she pouted, batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated motion.

“Fine,” he muttered, and Ichika withdrew her fingers, ignoring his whimpers as she denied him yet another orgasm and, kissing him to quiet him down, as she created the body part on her.

It wasn’t anything major, only about 8 inches, and fairly slender, but it’d be a stretch for his first time.

She looked over to Shiggy the blush of his cheeks was deepening as he avoided her eyes, choosing instead to focus on the big cock she was about to ruin him with.

“Aww aren’t you the cutest little pervert,” she cooed crawling over to him.

“You like my cock, Shiggy? Want me to fuck you with it?” he grumbled at Ichika in response as she lubed up her cock, moving till she was between his legs.

“Ah, ah, ah, I want to hear you,” she tutted. Swirling the dick around his puckered hole.

“Want you... to fuck me,” he rasped. His cock bobbing as she pressed against his hole.

She pressed into him, slowly pushing through the resistance his hole was giving her. Pulling out and swapping with her fingers again to stretch him wider, over and over till she were slotted all the way in. Shigaraki’s back arching each time she pushed deeper, his cock bobbing for attention, red and dripping with pre. His legs spreading wider then snapping closed on her as though he couldn’t decide if it was too much or if he wanted more.

She set a slow pace, thrusting into him deeply as her hips met the back of his thighs. Listening to the sweet little noise every time Ichika found that special spot inside him, grazing against it just right. Over and over. Rolling her hips at the end of each stroke.

Her hand traced down his chest. Tweaking his nipples before coming to wrap around his cock, causing him to gasp and jerk as she stroked his cock. His legs shaking in his grasp already. His neck arching out for her. Ichika bent over, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Speeding up her thrusts in time with your hand.

“M’so close,” he cried. His spine curving to meet her." Please let me cum?" He begged, his hips stuttering into her as he ground down onto her cock, desperately chasing that high before she denied him yet again. Wanting to let them cum together in the moment.

“That’s it, cum for me,” Ichika snapped her hips faster, speeding her wrist as he twitched and tears sprouting in the corners of his eyes as he bucked into her hand and back down against her cock. He was so close, but the sensations were all so much. She swirled her thumb across the tip of his cock and slammed her cock into him, hitting him just right as he came apart, his cum shooting all over her chest and her cumming inside of him. His load coated her, the denial for so long building up an insane load. She pulled out, watching her semen drip out of his needy hole. She grabbed a tissue, she wiped the sweat from Shigaraki's brow before turning to herself intending to wipe cum off of her when Shiggy pounced. Pulling her by her hips till she was under him, pinning her to the bed.

“What are you doing?” She asked but he interrupted her, pressing his lips to Ichika’s. Kissing her deeply, his tongue coming to run across the seam of her lips before descending down her neck sucking lightly and moving again. His tongue coming out to lap his cum spattered on her breasts. Flicking over her nipple before descending lower, lapping a trail down her belly as he continued to clean her off. Making his way down to her thighs kissing and nipping at the inner skin.

“Shiggy ahhh!” she keened, and he stopped.

"It's Tomura," he said bluntly staring down at her.

"What?" Ichika asked, thoroughly confused.

"You called me Tomura before, I want you to use it when you're screaming my name," Ichika felt her cheeks grow hot at the reminder as he grinned wickedly licking his lips before descending back to her thighs.

"Oh-okay," she stammered out. He smirked, licking a stripe up her slit causing her to jerk and shout in surprise.

"Ahhh Tomura!" He eyed her and nodded, continuing to eat her out. Swirling his tongue around her clit then flattening it into a point and entering her. Swirling around that tight ring of muscle before curling and retreating as he sucked in her juices.

"You taste so good," he moaned into Ichika. Taking four fingers to spread her thighs wider as went deeper inside of her, coming out to lap at her clit again, leaving no part of her unattended.

"Tomura please," Ichika whined as he licks up her cunt again. Determined to hear that phrase from her as many times as he’d imagined it in his head.

Settling on her clit as he drew it into his mouth. Playing with it with his tongue and sucking hard. Ichika’s back arched as a tendril of pleasure shot through her and she gushed a little more into his awaiting mouth.

"Shit you taste too good,” his erection growing as he ground against the bedsheets, desperately seeking some kind of friction. His cock, already hardening again.

"Tomura I’m close," she mewled her hips jerking, rubbing her cunt on his face. He dived in deeper, lapping and sucking at her clit before moving down to lavish her hole in attention. Bringing in his fingers to replace his tongue, positioning them in and out as he played with her clit. Sucking on it gently, over and over at a maddening pace that drove her insane.

“Come on and cum already,” he growled into your pussy, the vibrations in her cunt sending her over the edge.

She carded her fingers in his hair, pulling him as close her cunt as she could while she rode his face to her completion, lost in the feel of his tongue, and the way his fingers curled just right. Working her through her orgasm as she jerked around. When she finally came down, he was still going, working Ichika towards overstimulation.

“Stop s’too much” she begged, carding her fingers through his hair as she dragged him up.

He released her clit with a pop, her slick shining on his chin.

“Come here,” she said, framing his face with her hands as she brought her lips to his, tasting the saltiness of herself on his tongue. she pulled away, momentarily distracted by something hot and angry bobbing against her thigh. She brought her leg around his waist to guide him against her body. Rubbing her drenched slit against his length, taking in the way he shuddered under her touch.

She rubbed against him again, catching the tip for a moment watching the way his eyes rolled back in his head and he bared his neck at the sensation. She could already feel her inner walls clenching in anticipation, desiring to feel the way his thick cock stretched her out.

“Fuck me Tomura,” Ichika breathed.

“Shit. Yeah, I can do that,” he nodded He grabbed his length, swiping a thumb across the tip to spread his pre before swirling the tip across her slit, coating the head in her slick. Pushing into her slowly. Groaning as he filled her inch by inch.

Ichika gritted her teeth, the stretch of him already a lot but the burn turned to pleasure as he pressed further. His hips coming to meet her pelvis as he hilted himself in her. The first thrust moving her whole body with it as he pushed into her again.

“Shit, shit, shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned pressing into her in slow strokes as he stretched her out. His fingers coming to play with her clit as she squelched around him.

“Need more Tomura,” she whined. Bucking her hips to meet him on his downwards stroke.

He ignored Ichika, continuing his same agonizing pace as she wiggled around him.

“Tomura please,” she begged, and he smirked to himself picking up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass as his thrusts grew harder, removing his hand from her clit to brace himself better. Ichika, bouncing along with him as he pounded into her. She could feel the coil in her belly already forming again, the friction of his pelvis against her clit, working her up as the stretch of his cock made her eyes cross in pleasure.

He kept speeding up his hips stuttering as he grew close to his orgasm.

“Shit, I’m so close, cum with me?” he begged, changing his angle and rutting into her deeper. “Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me,” he cried out and she came apart, convulsing around him as he came, painting her inner walls with his cum as he slammed into her one final time. Lost in the way she milked his cum with each squeeze of her cunt. Collapsing on top of her.

He stayed like that for a moment, warming his cock inside her as she came down. Missing the way her eyes filled with affection when she looked at him.

“Hey there,” Ichika said softly. He grunted, rolling off her. she sat up making a move to get up when his arms snaked around her waist pulling her into his chest.

“Tomura! I’m all gross” Ichika exclaimed.

“Shut up, you’re fine” he grumbled, snuggling his head into her hair.

“We have to clean up,” she complained. Trying to wiggle free.

“In a minute,” he said, tightening his grip around her. She rolled her eyes, giving up, and trying to fight a smile from appearing.

“Fine, just a little bit,” She said. The soft snoring coming from behind was her clue that it’d be far longer. So, she turned around in his arms, kissing him briefly on the forehead before settling into his arms.

“Night Tomura. Love you…”

Ichika drifted off too, pleasantly encircled in his arms. And when he woke up, she knew he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

Gamer!Shigaraki au is the epitome of what plagues my mind when I want to fuck a gamer boy. His pale hole puckers around inches of cock, begging for more of it in little squeezes. Tomura’s cotton candy blue hair laps over his shoulders in crooked layers like waves on a sea shore, and your hands push his arch deeper, his short crème dick peeking out from behind the further his ass bends toward you.

It’s a sick fascination. Terse pants, pitchy moans, rocky grumbles pass his lips like a kitten struggling to claw its way onto a tall surface. His fingers cling onto his weathered pillows like the kitten’s claws would dig into a couch to heave itself upward. Tomura, however, does not heave himself upward. He drops his tailbone and struggles to maintain control over his throat as your cock bullies him cross eyed.

Pretty kitty. That’s what you want to say. A raspy gasp squeezes through his airway and he peals a hand backward to grab your thigh. It stings. Crooked nails dig themselves into your flesh.

“H-harder” he pants. He doesn’t make a move to take you deeper. That would be too desperate for his ego. Tomura’s lips sound wet. Saliva pooling on his tongue, lips holding it back from spilling all over his yellowed pillowcases. You could only imagine what’s hidden behind the bangs dangling before his face. Red pupils struggling to focus on anything but his own nose bridge. A mouth that can’t stay closed for too long.

“But I just like to watch you take it” you murmur. It’s transfixing to watch his ass struggle with the girth of you, his knees trembling under the weight. Maybe it was evil to tease. Make him beg. Make him wait for more. Tenko is the impatient type. An egotistical type. Like a rock in a stream. Slow chafing of his indestructible surface takes time to carve him into the perfect mold you want. Just the right angle. Just the right thrust.

Shimura’s mouth drops open as you lean forward. Your cock buries deeper inside of him, to the hilt without mercy. “Fucking pervert” he spits, breathless. More harmless than intended.

“You like it.” Your voice floats between the pounding in his ears and the fog clouding up his brain, finding some middle ground. He does. He does like that you’re a pervert. It makes him hot under his skin. Makes him moan a little bit more when he loses a game just to make you fuck him when he’s done.

He’ll never admit it though.

“Fr- ngh! Freak..” he sighs the words out, hips twitching when you pull out and push back in, rocking him back and forth.

A hair long pause cuts short by the sound of Tomura struggling, “so impatient” you pout. Wet pre wets your palm. His cock throbs between your fingers and makes him shake beneath you as you grab it and pull. “Let me do my thing” assuring him, you slide your cock back again, pushing in just a bit harder.