♡Shigaraki'slover♡

Maybe knowing he'd never be yours was that drew him to you.

It had to have been that. It couldn't be anything else: he found your charisma annoying, your popularity suffocating, your voice absolutely irritating.

You were just...too perfect.

But maybe that was exactly what he needed. Someone unattainable- someone safe.

That was what made it so easy to thrust into his fleshlight at the thought of you, arm draped over his face and covering his eyes with-

Well, it couldn't be shame.

He liked that what he was doing was exactly what a disgusting pervert would do. He liked that anyone could look at him fucking his fleshlight and correctly conclude he was probably some untouched virgin who relied entirely on toys to satisfy himself.

He liked how pathetic it was, gasping the name of the most popular student in his grade level while he fucked himself silly.

He liked how messy he'd get, how almost whiny he'd sound when it got to a certain point.

Oh, if only you could see his poor, swollen cock aching for the touch of someone else. Heavy balls begging to be stepped on-

Fuck, the thought was enough for him to let out a shaky whine.

His thighs would tremble as he got close to climax, and his end, his last thought would always, always be-

Well...what if he did have a chance with you?

Of course that was hard for anyone to believe when his unathletic ass was still gasping and covered in his own cum. But maybe, just...

You may or may not have been his first kiss

He was honestly nervous as fuck when you started to lean in because he's like "Uhh my lips are mad chapped n my breath stinks." But regardless he wants to kiss you and lets it happen

He's not exceptionally good at first but he's definitely generous. A lot of movement in his mouth and likes to slip his tongue across your lips. Sometimes it feels like he's sucking your face.

He pops a hard af boner for your first kiss

If you two sleep together he'll steal kisses from you before and after you sleep

His lips are definitely dry and chapped, and even some permanent cracks. Sometimes they're sore. But his lips are actually decently supple and soft despite that.

He will kiss you in front of people. Especially around league members and other business partnerships. He's proud of you and likes showing you off.

His thought process behind that is, "haha these losers get to see my clingy and horny girlfriend attached to my hip. Hope they're jealous."

Addicted to kissing you somedays especially if you're chilling in his room all day

Will just trap you in his arms and demand kisses

Those kisses can easily reach your neck

He bites

Very sloppy kisser

Make-out sessions are HEATED. They're very hungry and possessive. Somewhat desperate. His hands will end up on you but don't worry he usually wears his special lil gloves around you.

Gropes you when you kiss if he's feeling affectionate. Your boobs are not safe.

He has, and I quote, said "Mwah-hah-hah" before attacking you in smooches

Kiss his rough forehead and cheeks, he'll actually melt

If you initiate the kisses he'll get a huge grin on his face. He loves feeling desired.

the tight clutch you have on the hem of your short pink skirt is out of annoyance, disgust, and discomfort. just sitting near him was already enough, but working with him on a project in his dorm room made you want to gag.

the cans of monster engulfing the small trash can that was barely noticeable in the corner of his room, the pitiful amount of figurines and collectibles that all stood on his cluttered desk alongside candy wrappers and stains of skeptical dried up liquids, the piled-up dirty clothes stacked on a peeled leather chair, and even to the odd smell that lingered in his room, which reminded you of a sewer on a hot day.. or maybe of a wet dog?

you couldn't figure it out and didn't want to.

honestly, out of all the students in the classroom, you end up with the naturally nastiest, weirdest, and quietest one, shigaraki? but, he was smart.. maybe the smartest student out of the entire class– college, but that doesn't make up for your discomfort.. and he can tell you were beyond uncomfortable in his presence, but honestly, he couldn't care about what you were thinking or feeling.

he just wants to get this art project over with.

"i can finish this off. you can leave." the sound of his raspy voice crushing through the thick awkward silence there was made you flinch slightly. it was like the first time hearing this man talk, ever.

your eyes flicker towards him as your glossy lips pucker and your brows furrow at his offer, which sounded like winning buzzers to your ears but you knew you had to stay. and honestly, that was the only thing you knew about this project.

"as much as i want to, shigaraki, but mr. aizawa said that this project is a.. uh.. whatcha ma call it?"

"collaborative?”

"oh, yeah! that weird word! a col-lab-o-ra-tive project and i don't wanna get in trouble for not doing it with you. so, i will stay, sadly.." you say highly. having to break down that big word for your diminutive brain as your sharp pink nails tap at your blank piece of paper in front of you. and that blank piece of paper was was supposed to be filled with notes hours ago.

shigaraki looked at you as if you had a rotting fish for a brain, your thoughts equally foul..

"okay then," shigaraki mutters, twitching his dried-out eyes back to his own paper.. that was filled with crucial notes, "it's not like you were doing anything anyway," he grumbles low into his baggy sweater, not audible enough for you to hear.

"hm, what was that?” you asked mindlessly and he simply ignored you.

you huff in annoyance seeing how he clearly dismissed your question but your head tilts softly to the side, keeping your beaming eyes on his side profile, and your face was contorting the longer you stared at him.

his greasy and unkept pale hair that looks like thick ropes swaying softly around his withered face. his dull crimson pupils in dying need of eye drops scanning over his paper, which they sat above baggy and wrinkly eyelids that drooped in exhaustion. his few deep dry scars that dragged over his right eyelid and the left side of his lips.. those thin uneven lips.. cracked and dried out.. always making it tempting for you to slide over your cheery lip bomb to him.

yet, that small mole under the right side of his lips you thought was..

cute.

“what?” his annoyed face snaps over towards your curious one. your eyes widen slightly at his bitterness, making you pout, your chest to puff upwards and your bare legs to cross over each other out of defense. it was hard for shigaraki to keep his irritated eyes connected with your magnified ones when your skirt traveled upwards from the sudden lift of your leg. though, he could still see the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs in his peripheral view..

“nothing.” you hiss out, but this unwanted tension was quickly overruled by the buzzing of your pink phone across from you.

it was like a magnet.

your head snapping over and your manicured hands reaching out for it and without hesitation, you picked up the dazzling phone without looking at the caller id.

"hey sissy! what are you doing?!" the pitch of your voice made shigaraki cringe. but his perverted eyes took this chance to glance down at your thighs for a better look as you twirled with your hair and mindlessly spoke with your friend about something that went through one of his ears and out the other. the only thing he picked up was,

"party?! can't project. after school. mm, why not? can't make it then.. but maybe.."

you kept babbling on about something he did not care about, at all, he was too focused on your thighs that we're suddenly being more exposed to.. him? the grip he had on his dull pencil tightened the moment he noticed your delicate hand playing around with the hem of your skirt, pulling the soft fabric up higher and revealing more of your skin to him.

wait.

what.

shigaraki's poppy-colored eyes darted up to yours and he almost choked up on his saliva. you were gazing at him with just the right look of heat in your eyes to make a strong pang shoot between his legs that very second. that look of ardor was glossed heavily in your gaze, a chemistry of passion and need, a seed of love, an invitation for him.

you didn't just look at him, you looked into him.

it made his numbing brain wonder why you're gazing at him with such a ravishing intent? it made his brain stutter with questions, but the moment you pulled in your bottom glossy lip by your teeth, only to let it bounce back down into place, shigaraki's brain flat wired.

"okay, i'll see you then.” you hang up the phone with a tedious smile displayed as you began to play with your exposed collar bone lightly as your other tapped softly at your thigh.

"so, shiggy– mind if i call you that, right?" the playful smile you presented to him made his head nod unknowingly.

“good, well, maybe we can work up that offer you said? and i'll pay you back in return?" you flicker your alluring eyes up at him as he just ogled at you with his mouth slightly agape.

"hm? what do you say? it would be very sweet of you if you did," you push yourself forward into his personal space, a hand sliding up his slim thigh to squeeze at. the sudden touch made shigaraki's usual slouch to be replaced by a stiff mannequin pose. "and i'm sure you don't want to give up such a deal, with me." the warmth of your breath layered against his lips; you were so close to him, practically crawling in his lap.

shigaraki was having a hard time forming the right words without them sounding all jumbled up, and it was never a great sign when his conversation-to-be is sounding witty in his head, but he managed to choke out, "w-what, are you trying to do?" he croaked, unfamiliar with a woman's touch.

you giggled sweetly, leaning back with a small pouty smile.

"what do you think, silly? you said you can finish the rest of this alone, yeah? so, you do this for me and i’ll make you cum.” you coo, as the grip you have on his thigh moved over to his groin to show him by what you meant more clearly, as if he didn't get the hint already. and you can feel the obvious tent pressing up against the buckle of his black jeans.

“mm, seems like your up for the offer, huh?"

you tease him, giving his hardness a soft squeeze only for him to buck his hips slightly up into your touch. it made you giggle seeing how sensitive he was and the boggled look in his eyes.

you can see he was visibly sweating, bad, all out of nervousness. his face was so flushed with heat it looked like he was going to have a stroke. hell, he just might because one of the prettiest girls in the entire school is touching him and not just touching him, rubbing his erection. it was like a wet dream he always had with you and he tried biting the inside of his cheek to check if it was because this surely can't be real, right?

a pretty girl like you wouldn't be touching a worthless guy like him.

right?

"sooo?" you squeeze his bulge harder, and this made him realize this was all so very real. it made his head spiral for a second as you felt around the outline of his cock and you were pretty impressed, almost shockingly impressed. the feel of his girth was overwhelming in sheer mass and the small thump you could feel every time it twitched made you unintentionally rub your thighs rub together.

"y-yes, i can finish it. you do whatever you want." the desperation in his voice to finally be touched by a woman is so embarrassing and you can feel him already softly humping against your palm for more friction. it was quite a sight to see and you wanted to see a little more..

even though you were holding back the acid-like vomit in the back of your throat for even touching him. you gulped it painfully down and easily slid into his lap, ignoring that pungent musk radiating from him. the moment you firmly planted your plush ass against his crotch, feeling his impressive erection prodding against your cunt through the soft fabrics of your panties, he let out a pitiful moan. it was so pitiful, yet, so pleasing to hear a man be so desperate for a simple touch from you.

you can tell he's never had this type of contact from a woman– contact from anyone in general. and shigaraki stingily savored this sensation of you rubbing your clothed cunt against his stiffness.

you could feel your velvety walls clench around nothing, cunt fluttering at the friction against your puffy clit as his rough, callused hands suddenly glued themselves to your thighs, squeezing, cupping, and massaging every inch of them. the rough feeling of his hands and the tight grip he has on you made you feel, appreciated..

as his adventurous hands roam around your skin, they fumble at the hem of your skirt and greedily moved it upwards to see more of a view. his mouth watered, seeing the cute little pink panties your wearing that pressed up against his aching bulge. this feeling of this was as if he could perceive your sins through the electromagnetic spark that crackled when his skin connected with yours.

your glossy lips curl as you coil your fingers around the small white buttons of your uniform and slowly began to unbuckle them. shigaraki's rosy eyes beamed straight up at each pop of those little buttons. each one popping open revealed more of your chest, and all the way down to your tummy.

he caught the drool that almost dribbled out from between his lips the moment your breast bounced in front of his face. the sight of your soft and round flesh was something he's never thought he will ever admire.

you smirk, shooting a playful wink at him as you took one of his hands to place on one of your soft breasts. the look on his face was just astonishingly funny to you. it was as if he was a little boy receiving a present he's been longing for on christmas.

and this present made him feel like he was going to cum.

“oh, fuck.” and so, he did.. this sight, this friction between the two of you was too much. so much, it made his eyes clench tightly together and his hips to buck up against you; embarrassingly creaming himself in his tight pants with a hot load of fresh cum, the drool he thought he had swallowed back now dribbling down the fat of your thigh.

the whine he let out as the greedy hold he had on your hips tightened, squeezing at your soft flesh as a safe haven. your jaw almost dropped, already feeling his sticky load seeping through the seam of his jeans.

he is so sensitive you thought, and the whine he let out as he came made you beam. you could still feel his cock throbbing, the excitement he was feeling was unreal, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his as a brutal tease.

“pfft, i knew this would be easy.. you really have never touched a woman before!” hearing you say that with a tedious giggle split his already whittled ego apart. being an average twenty-year-old male in college without the experience of a woman always poked fun at his manhood. but now, hearing it come from a preppy, idiotic school girl like you, who's always made fun of him silently in the back of class with your friends really pissed him off.

“you really are a loser, huh?”

you giggle some more and this set him off the edge internally.

“well, i made you cum, sooo, finish the rest of this? mkay, you weirdo?” you hit at his thumping chest softly before fumbling out of his lap, quickly fixing yourself up.

shigaraki’s breathing is still heavy as he's still struggling to come down from cloud nine. his heavy eyes hood, watching you collect all of your stuff together in your small pink purse. he breathes out, still, in shock that a pretty girl like you made him cum like this.

“anywhore, tell anyone about this, i’ll cut your balls off. i don't want anyone knowing i was touching an incel like you ‘n ruin my reputation.” you chirp out, unknowingly you're making a hatred in his heart for you to deepen.

“wait, wait!” the strain in his voice was harsh, it was as if he was cumming again. your brow cocked up at him, “i’ll do all of your projects for the rest of the year if you—”

“no! perv.. well.. maybe.. i’ll think about it.”

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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?”