Coffee and Donuts
Shigaraki visits a local coffee shop and normally doesn't like to go often but that changes when he sees a chubby goddess that makes his heart beat faster. You flirt with him, go out of your way to bake for him, tell your co-workers he has pretty eyes. He is obsessed and itching for an excuse to keep you all to himself. F/M
Warning: Non/con Yandere Shigaraki x Chubby willing Darling, low self-esteem, insults, implied violence, fucking cussing, forced drinking, death threats, abduction, praise kink, human trafficking.
Shigaraki hates coffee.
But he doesn't hate gaming all night. He hates donuts. The cloying sweetness and dough sit in his gut like a lump. But he doesn't hate the chubby girl behind the counter. The first thing he noticed was her large breasts. He had just gotten nerfed and was already on edge when he went to the donut shop around the corner, opens at four am for all the drunks nursing their hangover. The sweet smell of sugar wafted in the air. He was a thousand percent sure you didn't work here a week ago.
He froze in the doorway in surprise. What happened to the methhead meta booster junky that worked here and didn't give a shit? He came here because that dumb fuck never looked at a face or recognized a customer. He should have turned around and left. But you looked at him with a sweet smile, pretty eyes with those soft cheeks.
"Hi! We're open if that's what you're wondering. I promise I don't bite. Unless you ask," you giggle. That made his blood rush to his cheeks and cock. Did you just flirt with him? So stupid. Smiling at him. Thinking you are safe. Flirting with him.
Shigaraki tells himself he is getting closer to teach you a lesson, and the only reason he stopped is because he can't get caught decaying everyone so close to home. Not because you look so deliciously soft. Not because your tits jiggle and almost spill out of your blouse when you set the donuts in the display.
"What can I get you?" you ask. So informal. Is that an accent he hears? He wonders if you are from here but can't bring himself to get that far. There is the clatter of bakers in the back.
"Coffee. Black," he snaps. Setting down the exact change. Watching as you make him a fresh cup. Scarlet eyes racking over your curves. White-hot desire burns through him. You 'don't bite,' you said. Well, he does, and he imagines bending you over, biting and smacking that juicy ass. He's growing uncomfortably hard at these thoughts. Your fingers brush when you hand him the hot cup. A shudder of pleasure hits him like a jolt from that slight contact. You smile and start to say something, but he rushes out.
Tearing to his room and computer where he looks up chubby BBW hentai sluts. Scrolling until he finds one that reminds him of you. Violently jerking off until his balls are completely emptied. Panting, leaning his head on his keyboard, he wonders what the fuck was that about? He hadn't felt like that since he was a teen.
He avoids the shop for a little while. Desperate is never a good look, but he is getting antsy to see that smile again. To hear those sugary words slip past your lips. He practices what he is going to say. He jerks off twice before he sees you. He orders black coffee and still can't say anything.
He camps at the table nearest the counter and listens to you. At the angle he's at, it's easy to miss him. Listens to your joke with your co-workers. Listens to you with other customers. His heart does a little jump each time. You only flirt with him. Just him.
"Are you flirting with that guy with the skin problems?" A co-worker asked.
"Maybe," you tease.
"Why?"
"Why not? I like mysterious and broody. That hair and those pretty eyes." You giggled. He got up and left. You like him! He is confused why his heart is pounding so hard.
The following day, he jerks off in the shower, dresses in his best clean hoodie, and practices in the mirror for half an hour. Before he saw you. Kurogiri bitched at him about something or another, and he ignored it for good measure. He wants to be in the best mood possible this time. His face overheating, he found himself saying, "Coffee black," like always.
You pick up the generic-sized cup, smiling that sweet smile that makes his heart race.
"Need your name," you say with a sly grin spreading.
He freezes, looks around, and sees no one.
"Standard policy now. We are getting pretty popular, so we need a first name," you tease.
The tone of your voice says otherwise. You are his. You are throwing yourself at him, then there is no doubt about it, right? Everything after this is really your own fault. His sweet sexy slut. He has decided this.
"Tomu," he says smoothly. 'Tomu,' you repeat as you write down his name on the cup. He stands there awkwardly as you turn to make his coffee. He drools over the thought of what noises you would make with his dick in you. You hand his coffee; he feels that jolt again, only this time you don't let go.
"I've noticed you don't have a donut with this. It's almost like you don't like sweet," you say with a sickly-sweet pout.
"Don't like them," he responds quietly. You light up like the sun at this. It's blindingly beautiful. Quickly putting on gloves, you ignore the money he leaves on the counter.
"That means you haven't found the right donut then. We have some of the best bakers in the country. Here have a free sample," you tear off a piece from the freshly baked pastry, "Strawberry cheesecake." You announce with pride. Holding it out for him to pluck from your gloved grip. Only he doesn't.
Opening his mouth wide, capturing your fingers between his rough lips, he suckles at your fingers like a deprived infant. He pretends he is tasting you. Licking and biting the last morsel off your digits, you stand there flushed. It's the first time he's seen you blush. Flushed red over your collar bone and cheeks, he loves it and needs more. With a popping sound, he lets your fingers go. Chewing and swallowing the pastry.
"I hate it," he announces. Your jaw drops open. You quickly snap it shut with a determined expression.
"Oh, a challenge. Now we must try out all our twenty-seven flavors on you, Tomu. Have to see you every day until we find the right flavor for you," you say with a seductive grin blessing him. He melts.
Nodding and hiding in the corner like he always does. Watching. Taking secret pictures. Remembering every one of your sultry movements. Anytime you hinted at something you liked or didn't like with a co-worker. Anytime a co-worker acted too friendly. The pressure of your fingertips on his tongue, the way you flushed and looked so innocent and lewd. He wonders if you will look the same with his massive cock buried deep in your plump pussy.
He gets up to jerk off in the bathroom; otherwise, he will get caught. Because he will have to fuck you right there and then. He was so tempted to kill everyone. Destroy the whole building and secret you away to where he can hump your tits to his heart's content.
When he comes back, he hears the end of a conversation. You don't look happy, and some random griefer is holding your hand as he takes his cup of coffee. The man was large and broad and bright orange.
"You would look prettier if you gave me a smile, sweetheart," he says, his fingers lingering. You give him a disgusted look and yank your hand away. You wash your hands like you touched something foul. You look up and see Shigaraki, lighting up at the sight of him, but he is still thinking of the guy and leaves without a refill. He let the guy get too much of a head start.
The next day you have a new flavor for him. This time you don't let him suck your fingers. He hates it. He hates all of them, but he carefully chews, taking his time to stand in front of you. Your beautiful eyes locked on him, tits jiggling with anticipation of his reaction as you do little anxious bounces. Optimistic that today this will be the one. It never is.
The adorable surprised look, the angry flush, then your grit of determination when he tells you he hates it. He is just being honest with you. But he won't tell you that your need to please him makes the fire of desire in him burn out of control. He loves this game and doesn't want it to end. He shows up everyday for this game.
"Well, that is all twenty-seven flavors. I will have to get creative. I was one of the bakers," you say.
"I know," he rasps. He knows a lot about you. Toga was surprisingly and predictably helpful in this area. The little shit liked to snoop and found his pictures. She then offered to help him stalk you, he was going to try and kill Toga again, but when he thought about how his master wouldn't like him distracted, he took her up on her offer. Now Shigaraki knows almost everything about you. You blushed at him and looked away.
"If you show up tomorrow, I'll have a custom donut made for you," you tell him, blushing harder. You are so cute he can feel his heart jackhammering in his chest. He took his coffee, two of his fingers lingering on yours.
"Whatever," he mumbles. Running back, he doesn't even drink the coffee. He is so fucking hyped. Busting into the back room of the bar where Dabi and Toga slept. A curtain separating them. He shakes Toga awake.
"Whaaaaaat?" She whines, groggy and sitting up.
"I need her address," he hisses.
"Whose address?" she asks, half asleep.
"You know who," he says mysteriously since he thinks Dabi is listening. He holds out his phone to show her a picture of you.
"Oh, the cute donut shop girl," she says aloud. Shigaraki shushes her looking at the curtain. Dabi hadn't moved. He continued.
"Yeah, the cute donut girl. I want her address. Do you think you can get it for me?" he asks in a hushed angry tone. He did not want to go to Toga for this, but she is more experienced with, …. he doesn't want to call it stalking, … he's not stalking you. You like him. So, it's not stalking. A wicked grin spreads across her face.
"Why?" she asks secretively. Shigaraki can feel his temper rising, about to lose control.
"Nothing. Never mind," Shigaraki snarls. He was about ready to leave when a hand darted past the curtain and snatched his phone.
"Mmmm, she does look sweet," Dabi said with a husky voice.
"Fuck off, Dabi. Give me back my phone now," he hissed. Looming and threatening as Dabi scrolls through his pictures.
"Ok, but I was going to suggest you use Mr. Compress instead of the psycho chick. We all know what you want to do. Cut out all the bullshit and leave it to the professionals," Dabi said, tossing his phone back to him.
"Oh yeah. Mister is a professional abductor and ransomer. He has a place all set up and everything. It's how he makes money," Toga tells him.
"I don't want to abduct her," he rasps. Lying to everyone, including himself, "I just want to protect her."
"From who?" Toga asks while Dabi chuckles. He leaves, considering what was said.
The next day his girl, his baby, as he likes to think of you, has a donut waiting for him. It's peach, with milder sweetness, and it melts in his mouth like he imagines you would. You do your little bounce, and he's not ready to let this end yet.
"Don't like it," he says. This time you pause, smiling brightly.
"That's different than you hate it. Let's try again tomorrow, please," you ask. The way you begged him. The timid little please made him hard as a rock. He had to leave. Excuses ran through his head. They are going to do something big soon. It will be in the papers. He needed to protect you from that and get rid of the evidence that he was ever there. He had his lingering doubts. Those disappeared the next day.
The orange asshole was back, so damn large you can't even see Shigaraki behind him. The orange man was leaning on the counter in front of you. What the hell was he doing? Shigaraki wondered.
"Come on. You're not holding out for that fucking skinny creep, are you? It will probably be like throwing a hot dog down a tunnel. Whereas I have more than enough for you. I'm a personal trainer. I can tell if you lost a few pounds, you could have any guy you wanted," he cooed.
That rankled him. He pulled out his cell phone and sent the text he already had waiting. He was still debating, but he wasn't anymore. Shigaraki can hear the rage in your voice.
"Well, aren't you a charmer? Are you calling me fat in hopes my self-esteem is so low I'll be grateful you are paying attention to me? Has that ever worked? I feel sorry for you. Creep," you huffed at him.
The orange man stiffened, snatching up his coffee. He called you a 'fat cunt’ while turning away. Your face was stern, but your eyes spilled tears. Two of your co-workers shouted how he was banned as they comforted you. Shigaraki is vibrating in rage. The man saw him and scoffed.
"Good luck with that prude," he said. Shoulder checking Shigaraki, making him stumble. You are wiping tears away; you caught a glimpse of him leaving to follow the orange bastard. Like specters, Dabi and Mr. Compress are there. He indicates the orange guy to Mister. Compress touched the man, and he turned into a marble before he could protest.
"She has her break in ten minutes. Start the fire by the ovens," he rasps.
"Don't tell me what to do," Dabi snarks walking off. He ignored him and called Toga.
"Buy girly things," he growled, then hung up. Smiling to himself, He'll protect you from the scum that is the populace of this disgusting hero-riddled society; it's rotten, and you're too good for it, he muses. You are his. Going to be all his.
He watched you sleep on the monitors. Heart racing when you woke up, Dabi sidled up to him and looked over his shoulder at his cell.
"You are such an attention whore. You placed newspapers of your crimes there for her to read. She is going to be terrified of you. Figures that's a you thing," Dabi scoffed. Shigaraki hid his cell from sight. Kurogiri asks what they are talking about.
"A team-building exercise while field testing Mr. Compress's quirk, Kurogiri," he rasps idly, scratching his neck. Dabi snorted, plopping down next to Mr. Compress on the couch. He was scrolling through his new inventory.
"What do you want to do with the orange guy? Men just don't sell as well," Mr. Compress asks.
"You're despicable. They all thought you were saving them, so I guess it's on them for believing in heroes," Dabi says, looking at Mr. Compress's cell.
"Exactly. Money doesn't grow on trees, and I have bills to pay and mouths to feed," Compress says.
"Leave the orange asshole to me. Don't bother to feed him," Shigaraki says. He hands Kurogiri corrodents and a picture of where he wants to go.
"Tomura, where are you going?" Master asks.
"Going to destroy something I hate," he said casually, stepping through the warp gate. Compress was nice enough to give him a spare key, the code to the secret room, and the only code for the camera on his girl. Compress loved having so many new girls. He said it more than made up for the cost of keeping his girl in the lover's suite.
He walks past rows and rows of small empty prisons to the one that is holding you. Passing by the girls and the orange bastard pounding on the shatter/soundproof plexiglass.
"I'm going to kill you later," he tells the orange guy over the intercom next to his door. The look of terror was perfect. Yours doesn't have a see-through door. He went through the bags Toga bought and left piled in front. It was all lovely stuff, pretty things that looked like they would fit, nothing you could use to escape.
He's in such a good mood he gives you a friendly smile. When he unlocks the door and carries in all the packages. There you are, sitting on the bed, so stunning, even with big glassy eyes filled with fear. He sets the gifts down near you as you scoot away from him.
He looks around. There's a tv in the wall. Nice. He backs up, pulling out a blacklight before sitting on the extra-wide stuffed chair with the low arms. A perfect fuck seat. Compress promised him it was all cleaned seems he wasn't lying. Good because you deserve the best. You sit on the bed, trembling.
"It's ok. They are for you. Go ahead and open them," he encourages. You look to the bags and then back to him like a coy kitten. You have to crawl to them on all fours, and his breath hitches as your bosom threaten to spill out your top. His cock twitched to life as he started to drool.
You reach into the bag pulling out something lacey. You make a small squeaking sound and drop the lingerie like you had pulled out a viper. Your face growing redder and redder by the second.
"What's the matter," he asks with fake innocents, "Do you prefer leather?"
Your eyes widen, and then you look away from him.
"W-w-what is going on?" You ask. Mouth too dry. He heard it and reached into a bag and pulled out a plastic liquor bottle with a party cup. He pours out a whole cup holding it out to you. When you just look at it, he takes a sip showing you it's ok, before holding it out again.
"Sorry. My friend is strict on the rules. Only plastic, and it must leave with me. So, it's cheap but strong. I'll save the bottle and bring us better stuff later," he swirls it to entice you to him. When you don't move, he switches tactics, "Baby, you are going to want to drink. You don't want to be sober for what's next."
With a shaky hand, you take it but don't drink it. He rolls his eyes, reaching out with three fingers pushing up from the bottom of the cup to your lips.
"Drink," he ordered, "Good girl." He praises, and you almost choke. Not just because of the liquor. Turning your head from him, coughing as he stares at your bouncing chest.
"This tastes like gasoline," you groan.
"I know, baby, but like I said, you are going to need it. What's going on is, I had you abducted. You are going to wear some of these pretty things, then I'm going to fuck you. Afterward, we are going to watch tv like a couple. We're going to be boyfriend and girlfriend. Maybe more if you are a good girl. Here, baby, I want you to wear this," he says evenly, pulling out a black lacey thing.
You blush harder, looking woozy, trying to hide your face in your hands.
"NO WAY! Who put you up to this? Why are you messing with me? How did you find out I like yandere stories? Who told you?" you sobbed. Gulping the rest down. Crying more.
"Huh? What?" At first, he was baffled, taking a few moments to process you weren't crying because he stole you away from that subpar life. But because you thought he was tricking you. Yandere stories? Oh fuck, you are made for him. This is fate.
He couldn't help himself. His heart was slamming in his chest when he lunged at you. Pulling your hands away to give you a kiss.
Your mouth is soft, pushing his tongue against your surprised lips. The mix of the cheap liquor, the salt of your tears, and the flavor of you is a tang that makes him rock hard. He moans in your mouth, pushing you down. You scream and thrash a little when he starts to tear at your uniform.
He pressed hard into your warm softness. You are soft and curvy all over that he wants to fuck you right now.
"You are the best thing I have ever tasted. Sorry I didn't get to try your donut. But I can promise you are sweeter to me. Don't fight me. Let me have you!" he growls, struggling with your wiggly form, "I said don't fight me!" You whimper when you freeze.
"Guys like you don't really want girls like me," you whimper. That stops him from trying to tear at your clothes.
"Guys like me? Huh? You're mine. I want. I already told you how it is. Why all the fighting?" he wonders aloud. Deciding he doesn't give a fuck. He wants. It's a pounding need in him. He wants you, and he is not waiting anymore. You squeal and sob, but you don't really struggle against him.
He is in pure heaven. You are as soft and giving as he expected you to be. You make the sweet little sounds, the light squirming, and the begging him not to enjoy your body. You are insane because you are delicious. It has him heated to be buried in you.
He pulls apart your shirt uniform to lick at your nipples. Suckling on your hard nip like a lost baby. Your squishy tits kneaded between his face made him feral. He could drown in you. He vaguely hears you protest from between your perfect tits. He is too hot and hard to care about your protests.
"I'm sorry. You are so damn delicious. Can't hold back. Stop struggling," he growls, decaying that stupid uniform.
Lapping at your fully exposed hard nipples, squeezing your breasts, he has been obsessed about the moment he saw you. Nipping at them between his teeth when they threaten to pop out of his mouth. You scream more. Squirming and covering yourself. It pisses him off since he had been waiting for this too long.
He grabs your wrist and pins them above you, careful not to lay down all five fingers. The only time you are struggling and babbling when he lined his hard-massive cock against your tight wet hole. He knows he should be gentle, but he couldn't be.
"Shut up! Does this feel like I care about what others think? My cock wants to be in you, and that's what matters to you from now on. Spread your legs," he snarls, thrusting into your wet entrance. Surprised at how painfully tight you are. Almost like he can't fit. You're squirming and crying more, staring at his thick cock.
"Ohmygodyouarehuge!" you screamed in one shaky breath. Your muscly walls constricted, trying to push him out. Resisting him more. It forced a pathetic whimper from him, making his vision blur at the intense sensation. Raw desire tearing through him, your supple breasts jiggling in a way that mesmerized him.
"So, fucking tight! If I had known how good. I would have fucked you right on the countertop. Hold still. You are making this harder by fighting. Relax and let me in," he demanded. He wasn't going to wait for you to answer or adjust to his size. He needed you now. Your naked soft body writhing against his boney-toned body felt right to him. His fingers and ribs bite into your delicate flesh.
"Please don't look at me," you squeaked. That gave him pause as he tried to figure out why he couldn't or shouldn't and did not come up with a good answer.
"Why? You're mine. Are you trying to hide something from me?" He snaps. You jerk in fear at his sharp tone, and he groans at the pressure you put on his leaking cock head.
"I'm embarrassed about my weight," you whimpered, squeezing your eyes tight and looking away from him. This still confused him.
"Why? Are you calling me dumb? Do you have a death wish? Like I abducted the wrong person? I enjoy how you look and feel. You're sexy and feel amazing under me. Isn't this throbbing cock I'm trying to bury in you enough proof?" He graveled threateningly. He thought this would scare you, but you opened your pretty eyes and stopped fighting him. He felt his cock slide in a little more, sending tremors down his spine, driving him wild.
"Really?" you asked timidly. He ignored you, unable to register or think about anything but how good you felt wrapped around his cock. As he tried to thrust more into your tight hot core. Releasing your wrists, he spreads your legs open for him. Drinking in the sight of his cock halfway sunken in your perfect cunt, your puffy glistening lips look stretched like you are sucking him.
"I wanted to be gentle, but I can't. I want you too much to take my time. Can't go slow. Need to take you hard," he said. With a low rumble of desire as he grabs your waist. You squealed at his touching your stomach but didn't stop him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head with one brutal thrust he pushed in, making you scream and claw at his arms. He slumped on you, groaning in ecstasy as he bottomed out. Feeling you constrict and stretch on his fully sheathed length. Caging you in his arms as you moved to claw at his back.
Making the sweetest pained noises, he has ever heard. He was drooling a little, almost in disbelief that you were there. He must look at your face to be sure. You bite your lower lip, and he loses whatever self-control he may have held onto. He bucks his hips hard and fast. A harsh impact of wet flesh fills the room. Pumping himself in and out of your slick core. Your naked body moving against his, bucking and moaning, your pussy clenching at him.
He loves the way your tender flesh quivers with every thrust. His boney hips dig in yours as he fucks you with his pent-up passion. He couldn't pace himself. He's kissing, licking, biting at any part of you he can get. Memorizing the scent of you like a wild animal. You suck in air.
"I'm going to cum!" You wail, the sting of your nails as you grip at him to slow down. He lodges himself in deep, still bucking but adding in grinding. His body thrumming with a million beautiful sensations. He wants to be hilt deep in you when you cum. Feeling every exquisite jolt as your cunt grips him like a vice. Your body rippling around him.
Squeezing and pulsing, ripping pleasure from him as he throws his head back, arching into you. Roaring and panting as his throbbing cock release, shooting hot cum deep in you. He slumps on you. Weak and trembling and twitching in your arms. Pulsing and spasming with each other for too short of time for you.
When he pulls away to clean up the mess and snuggle, you try to cover yourself with the blanket. Watched as he shamelessly walked around nude. His dripping cock swings around as he grabs towels. You watch his sinewy body flex and shudder under your gaze.
"Aren't you hot?" He asked. You flush and shake your head. He cocks his head. Finally getting it. He smiles compassionately, shocking you as he pulls you into his arms for a warm embrace. Gently tugging away the blanket, "You're embarrassed about your body. Don't be. It's complete perfection. I feel safe and loved pressed against you. You don't have to feel any shame about your curves around me. See, baby. This is why I took you. You need to be protected from those monsters that would try to make you feel bad. I know my body is abnormal, but I'm pleased you came with it. No one will ever make you feel bad again. I'm only going to ever make you feel good."
This was the most he had ever said to you, making your heart skip a beat. You found yourself wanting all of that. Always wanted that. Just to feel safe and be yourself around someone would be amazing.
"Can I wear lingerie next time?" you ask. He smiles at you for easing into the idea of next time.
"Still shy? Ok, we can work our way to you feeling comfortable around me. Let's rest a little before we go again." You nod in agreement with him. Laying your head on his hard peck. He plays with your hair. "Do you want to watch that orange guy turn to dust?" Your eyes widen.
"Really?" you ask. He nods.
"Yes," you say firmly. Your jaw set in that adorable determination. He could die happy.
"We're meant for each other. Soul mate," he says.
Kissing you in bliss.
