Strawberry Princess

“Is that…bad?”

After fighting for air, Lohen composed himself, a chuckle rumbling in his throat as his red eyes gleamed with mirth. “Not at all, bunny. You just looked so tense and serious, I thought something bad happened to you.”

“N–no, not at all. I just wanted to make you feel good.” You trailed off, his gaze now far too intense for you to handle.

Lohen sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you in. “I know, I know. You just need to be more specific.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y’know.” With a forceful turn, your back was pressed against his chest. He leaned in, his breath tickling your ear. “Head means a lot of things, someone means a lot of people. Did you know that there’s 8 billion people in the world? That’s a lot of people. Who are you trying to give head to, hm?”

You gulped, embarrassed out of your mind. “...you.”

“And what exactly does head mean again?” Lohen’s forearm settled around your neck. “Go on. You’re smart. You can do it.”

The praise was mind numbing, whether it was because of his condescension or his approval, you don’t know—all you were aware of was the pool of arousal between your legs.

“Sucking…your dick.”

Lohen’s smile grew. “Good, good. What’s another word for that?”

What is wrong with this guy? “Uh–cock.”

“Another?”

“P–penis.”

His arms tightened around your neck. “I meant fellatio, silly. Irrumatio could work as well.”

Bitch. You cursed in your head. Correct me the first time then, idiot. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who dedicated every free moment of his to you; the one who memorised your every preference by heart, the same man who made sure that forgetting you were loved was impossible.

“So.” He pinched your cheek, amused at how soft and squishy it was. “What are you asking for? Use your full sentences.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled. “Can you teach me how to suck your dick?”

“Hmmmm.” Lohen taunted, his chokehold bit into your neck even harder. “I need manners.”

“P–please teach me how to suck your dick.”

Lohen grinned, releasing his headlock. You savoured your reward, gasping for air. “Well done. Should’ve said so earlier, love.”

You’re on your knees, by Lohen’s bed.

You’ve got no idea how long it’s been, nor did you know where Lohen went off to. Your hands remained behind your back, courtesy of the instructions your boyfriend left you.

Wait on your knees by the bed, alright? I’ll be back soon.

There was no reason why you had to wait like this. Yet you obliged, unable to bring yourself to disobey him. The air conditioning made you tremble, goosebumps littered all over your skin, despite being fully clothed.

The door creaked and your head immediately turned towards it, excited to see him.

Lohen stifled his laughter before striding over to the bed, in front of where you waited. “Everything okay?”

You nodded and he smiled, settling down before discarding his shorts somewhere in the room. His fingers slipped underneath his boxers and out came his cock, pre-cum peaking out of the tip. Apprehension made you sweat. You avoided eye contact at all costs, feeling tiny and insignificant in front of him.

Even looking at his cock felt wrong. You’ve had sex before and was all too familiar with it, but being eye-to-eye was unsettling. It appeared far more bigger than it actually did when you thought about it going into your mouth.

Lohen petted your head, and the sensation went straight to your core. “Relax. Just breathe. It’s not scary, you’ve seen it before.” He held it from the base, and his other hand hooked you in from the neck, dragging you closer. Gently, he slapped his dick all over your face, smearing precum on both of your cheeks. “It won’t slide in nicely if you’re not relaxing.”

His fingers caressed your cheek, the silver ring on his index finger felt freezing compared to how hot his touch was. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out, gulping.

His hand patted your cheek. “Make it wet first.” Lohen instructed.

You looked around for lube. Usually, he kept it in his bedside table.

A gentle slap caught your attention. “You have a mouth. Use it.” His hand stroked his cock. “Spit on it, lick it. I’m not strict. Just remember this is up to you. I can’t help you if you slack off.”

“R–right.” So you did as he said—gathering as much spit as possible, you spat it all over, and licked the areas you missed. Unsure of what else to do, you kissed it all over, your own spit blemishing your cheeks.

Lohen sighed, a breathy moan escaped his lips as he leaned back. “Good, good. You’re doing great. My balls are lonely too, y’know?”

Relief washed over you at his validation, the world left the usual warm, funny feeling in your tummy. You licked at his balls too, pubes tickling your face. It smelt musky with hints of salt, and you could vaguely pick up the cologne he usually liked to wear. 

Lohen grunted at the stimulation, slowly peeling your head off him. “That’s enough. Now open up.”

You did as he said.

“Hmmm. I don’t think it’ll fit like that, bunny.” His thumb and pointer fingers slipped into your mouth, spreading your upper and lower teeth apart. “You’ve got space. Use it.” He leaned forward, as if inspecting the insides of your mouth. “Hm. Hang on.” He said casually, before two fingers slipped in, sliding across the roof of your mouth. The sensation made you writhe, a hand held the back of your head and his legs locked you into place. “How deep is your gag reflex?”

You gripped his thighs, leaving little crescent moons.

“Aw. You’re ignorin’ me. Guess I’ll have to see for myself.” He pushed deeper and deeper, until an ugly gurgle came tumbling out.

Hacking and coughing, you felt a surge of thick saliva pooling in your mouth, trembling from the sensation. Lohen cupped a hand in front of you. “Spit it out.”

You obeyed, panting once your mouth was unoccupied.

“Where should we…oh!” Lohen mumbled. You stared at the spit in his hand, glistening, as it clasped around his dick, pumping up and down intently. “Now you’ve got extra lube.” He groaned, lathering your spit all over his cock. “Well done bunny. Truly impressive.”

Embarrassed and hot, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Yet your gaze didn’t budge from his dick, your spit squelched with every moment.

Lohen chuckled, as if he no longer had air in his lungs. “C’mon baby, open up f’me, will you?”

This time, you opened up as wide as possible, realising you were too far gone to feel shy, embarrassed, or anything of the sort.

“Awww, you really do love cock.” Lohen cooed, as if coddling a baby. One hand slipped under your chin, stroking the flesh lovingly. His other hand grasped the roots of your hair, slowly pulling you even closer. “Well, my cock loves you too, sweetie.”

It slid into your mouth, dragging itself against your tongue. Your eyes widened at the sensation, eyelids fluttering as he sank deeper.

It was hot, as if it’d burn a hole in your throat. Your jaw stretched to accommodate him, and your tongue uselessly struggled, unfamiliar with such circumstances. The musky scent attacked you brutally, sending you into a dizzied fluster.

Your mind raced, overwhelmed with everything. Your nose raced for air and your eyelids squeezed shut, as a helpless whimper trembled in your throat.

With a hand resting in the locks of your hair, Lohen sighed, rubbing reassuring circles. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He groaned. “I won’t move until you’re ready, alright? Just feel me properly, yeah?”

You nodded, tried to—but the message got across. Your boyfriend chuckled, petting your head. “Good bunny.”

Your thighs tensed at the praise, and your cunt was pleading for some sort of attention. 

Carefully, your breathing finally paced itself, chest slowly rising and sinking. Your hands were perched onto his thighs, enjoying the hard muscle under their touch.

Lohen’s thumb pressed against your forehead. Your eyes shot open, as he smoothed out whatever he placed there.

“Hnnngh?” It was hard to speak with his dick in your mouth. “Mmmhnn—”

You looked up, and there was Lohen, fiddling with a stickerpad. Gold flashed from under the lights; gold stars, the kind that children were rewarded with.

Bastard. 

“Bunnyyy, you have to stay still.” He tutted, stroking the first sticker on your forehead. “That one was for waiting so patiently f’me. And this—” He pressed another into your skin, onto one of your temples. “—is for being so perfect and wanting to please me like this.”

Every protest came out muffled, and was always met with shushing from him.

“For getting my cock niiice and wet.” He slurred as he planted a sticker on your right cheek.

“And this one’s for givin’ me extra lube. Oooh, you look cute cross-eyed. Do it again, please?” A tiny star on your nose, which you made the mistake of trying to watch, accidentally furthering your humiliation.

“Oh, and an extra big one because I looove you~ ”

You can’t imagine how stupid you look right now. Never in your life, did you think that the stars adorning your spelling tests as a kid would end up on your skin like this.

Yet your hips rocked gently and drool spilled from your lips, addicted to his validation. It came in sickly sweet cooing, words that would’ve been demeaning, had anyone else said them to you.

(They still were. Except with Lohen, arousal accompanied instead of disgust.)

“Mmmmph.” Stop it. Giving a blowjob for the first time was embarrassing enough, the stickers made it worse. You tried to pull away, but his hands locked behind your head. “Ngh.”

“Sorry bunny, you must be feelin’ lonely.” Lohen peeled off another sticker, it waited patiently on his fingertip. “I’m gonna start moving now. I'll make sure you won't gag. Tap my thigh twice if that’s okay with you.”

You did as he said. A bit too eagerly, even.

Slowly, his hips pushed forwards, your eyes widened, watering a bit at the corners. Your brain went into overload, freaking out at how far he was going. Fingernails dug into his thighs, you’re sure you’re going to make him bleed at this rate.

In. Out. In. Out. You recited to yourself, regulating your breathing as his cock pumped in and out. It was consistent yet gentle pace. Your tongue circled around it, to the best of its ability and Lohen let out an obscene moan. 

A sticker kissed your undereye. “Well done, darlin’!! You’re doing so, so good for me.” A groan punctuated his praise, and you heard him peel off another sticker. “Oh, fuck. I love you~this feels amazing.”

Pride swelled in your chest at his flattery. The world began to spin as you propped yourself up, and bobbed your head back and forth. Your hips now rocked shamelessly as your cunt throbbed, desperate for more.

“Fuuuck, you’re so cute. So fucking cute. You have no idea how pretty you look right now. I need to take a picture.”

Another sticker on your face, the adhesive felt cool against your burning skin. A shaky hand stroked your hair, as his moans echoed in a satisfying chorus throughout his room. 

You’re making Lohen feel good. Lohen’s happy. He even wants to take a photo of you ruining yourself for him.

Suddenly, oxygen wasn’t necessary. Optional, if you had to put a label on it.

You picked up the speed, possessed by an aroused frenzy and a determination to make him come. You want to make a mess of him, to moan even more than he already was, and to watch him tremble with the aftermath of an orgasm. You just wanted him to tell you that you did a good job again, as you relished the control he had over your pace.

The squelching echoed alongside your whining. Each hand planted itself onto your cheeks before pull you off, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. “Keep it open.” Lohen grunted, fervently jerking himself off. “T–tongue out, ngh—”

You did as told, watching the viscous white dribble onto your tongue. You took a moment to swallow, the bitter saltiness permeated your throat, before you started panting, catching up on all the air you missed out on. “Was that good…?” Your posture slumped as you mumbled, resting your cheek against his thigh, your spit smearing all over it.

“You were perfect, bunny.” Lohen chuckled. “So fucking good. Let’s wash up now, yeah?”

Even the constellations of the night would be jealous of how you looked.

As the bathtub filled itself, you inspected yourself through the bathroom mirror, clothes discarded in the wash as your fingers glided over the stickers.

Lohen didn’t hesitate, you were covered in them, with your chin being the only untouched area. You reached for a large one on your cheek, but your wrist was captured first.

“Keep them on.” He whined, also unclothed.

“I look like a clown.” You grumbled, but you obliged. “Where did you even come up with that idea?”

Lohen shrugged. “You have a praise kink.”

Your cheeks flared up even more. “W–well yeah, but did you really have to—y’know…” You didn’t have a response, earning a smirk from Lohen.

His arms wrapped around you, a tight vice around your waist. “Awww, well, I love you tooo.” His chin settled on your shoulder, before his fingers ventured across your chest. “Oooh, this one's excited.” He poked a nipple, making you squirm and whimper, eliciting a mischievous giggle from him. 

Out came the sticker pad. “God Lohen, n–no more—when did you even bring those here?”

“Does it matter?” Lohen peeled off another sticker. “Need to reward it for getting turned on for me too.” He inspected the almost empty sticker pad. “Aw. ‘m running out already.”

You conceded, letting him stick a star near your nipple. “You’re not gonna ever let this go, are you?”

“Nopeee, because I love you waaaay too much. Your fault for looking this cute. Blame yourself, not me.” Lohen drawled, before planting a wet kiss on your lips. His brows furrowed with concentration, fingers pinching and tugging at your other nipple. "C'mon..." He mumbled. "You can do it." A calloused thumb kept stroking at your nipple, determined to get it needy and erect.

You writhed, clinging onto the edge of the sink. Lohen was unbothered by this, entertained, even.

With a final pinch, Lohen celebrated with a devilish grin, flicking your nipple before it earned a sticker. "Theeeere we go." Lohen pressed a kiss on it, ignoring how you bit your lip to stifle a moan. "Well done."

The bath was long ignored, it was probably more than ready by now.

Your gaze drifted downwards, watching his cock slowly come back to life. It trailed back up to his face, where a devious smirk awaited you.

Lohen's fingers slithered down between your thighs, feeling around for your arousal. "Wanna find out how else I can reward you, bunny?"

⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, light bondage, orgasm denial, chocking, teasing/dirty talk, dom Lohen, possible grammar mistakes

⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: This is partly for my good friend who recently became a Lohen fan and discovered…things about herself. Human Nature by Madonna was playing on repeat while writing this.

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You hadn’t meant for the evening to end like this.

One moment you were engaged in sharp tongued banter in a quiet corner of the Knights’ headquarters, the next Lohen had you backed against the door of his quarters with that infuriating, cocky smile on his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled from patrol, dull red eyes gleaming with a predatory focus resembling a predator.

“Careful,” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed your wrist. “Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want me to ruin you.”

You’d laughed it off. You weren’t inexperienced, but this? The heat pooling low in your belly at the promise in his tone was new. Dangerous. Intriguing.

And it seems a single “Hey, are you free tonight?”, was able to get his attention.

Lohen’s quarters were still exactly as you remembered them. One bed, one chair, an armory’s worth of blades arranged with obsessive care along the wall. The only thing out of place was you, standing in the middle of it while he circled you like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.

When your hands lifted to take your clothes off, which felt like they were suffocating you, your wrist was caught mid air. A strong grip.

“I’ll do it.”

He didn’t rush.

“Arm’s up.”

Long fingers caught the hem of your shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles dragging deliberately over your stomach as he peeled the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, eyes never leaving yours.

“Been thinking about this,” he said, voice low and pleased with himself. “How you’d look when I finally got you out of all these layers.”

He unhooked your bra, the little click sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Sliding the straps slowly down your arms, letting his thumbs brush over your nipples on the way. The cool air hit you at the same time his mouth did. Got, open mouthed kiss just below your collarbone, teeth grazing.

“You’re shivering,” he murmured against your skin, cocky little smirk audible in his voice. “Cold?”

He dropped to one knee to deal with your pants, dragging them and your underwear down together in one smooth motion. His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs as he rose again, stopping just short of where you were already aching for him.

“Look at you,” he said, tilting his head, red eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Standing here so pretty and patient. Do you like this, hm? Being stripped down in my room like you’re something I get to unwrap.”

Even though he was looking up at you and you were looking down on him, it still felt like you were staring at beast about to eat you.

You swallowed. Your voice came out thinner than you meant it to. “Maybe. I told you I’m just…feeling things out.”

Lohen laughed, a deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Right.” He stood up, threw your clothes on an unused chair.

“On the bed,” he ordered, voice still light, still flirty, but there was steel underneath. “Hands above your head.”

You moved. The bed creaked under your weight. Lohen followed, pulling something from the neat row of gear on the wall, soft but strong leather straps, the kind he probably used for securing equipment. Or prisoners. The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you.

He bound your wrists together with practiced ease, then secured them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you couldn’t pull free. The restriction made your breath catch.

Lohen sat back on his heels between your spread thighs and just looked at you for a long moment, cocky grin widening.

“Safe word’s ‘door,’” he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. Serious for one heartbeat. “You say it and everything stops. Understood?”

You nodded.

“Good girl.”

One hand wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of your neck.

“New rule tonight,” he said, leaning down until his mouth brushed yours. “You don’t come until I say. Not once. Not even close. I want to see how long you can last for me.”

Your breath hitched. He felt it under his palm and smiled against your lips.

“Yeah. That’s the one. You like that idea.”

He gave you a kiss. Not the little kitten kisses. Deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth while his free hand slid between your legs. Two fingers dragged through your folds, already slick, and circled your clit with lazy, devastating precision. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled against it.

Bringing his hand up between both your faces, so you could see. Your own slick glistening his fingers, a clear strip stretching between his fingers.

“You’re all soaked,” he teased, voice rough. “Filthy little thing. I’m going to ruin you so nicely.”

He worked you slow. Fingers dipping inside, curling, pressing right where you needed while his thumb kept that steady, torturous circle on your clit. Every time your hips started to roll, every time your breathing went ragged and your thighs trembled, he eased off. Slowed. Stopped completely once, fingers buried deep but motionless while you clenched around him and whined.

“Please—”

“Please what?” He squeezed your throat lightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Use your words.”

“I…I need to come,” you gasped, hips twitching uselessly against his still hand.

Lohen chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet. You’re doing so well, but I want to hear you beg a little more. Listen to how desperate you sound already.” He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside you, but kept the movement agonizingly shallow. “Does it feel good when I touch you here? When I keep you right on the edge like this?”

You nodded frantically, a broken moan escaping as he added a third finger, stretching you open.

“Words,” he reminded you, thumb brushing your clit in feather-light strokes.

“Yes, fuck, yes it feels good. Please, Lohen, I’m so close…”

He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out in frustration, tugging at the restrains around your wrists.

“Shhh. Poor thing.” He brought his slick fingers to your lips again. “Open. Taste yourself while I tell you how pretty you look when you’re denied.”

You obeyed, sucking obediently while he watched with hooded eyes.

“That’s it. Suck them clean like a good girl. You’re learning so fast tonight. Doesn’t it feel much better to just give into your desires? Throbbing because I won’t let you finish.” He leaned down, nipping at your jaw. “You’re soaked all the way down your thighs. Does being helpless turn you on this much? Being at my mercy?”

You whimpered around his fingers, nodding.

He withdrew them with a wet pop and slid them back between your legs, fucking you with them again, harder this time, faster, curling relentlessly. Your back arched, heels digging into the cot as the pressure built blindingly fast.

“Close again?” he taunted, hand tightening around your throat. “I can feel you fluttering. Don’t you dare come. Hold it. Show me how badly you want to be good for me.”

You tried. Gods, you tried, clenching every muscle, biting your lip until it hurt but the wave was too strong. Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped again, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit to keep you teetering without falling.

“Fuck. Lohen, please, I can’t. I need—”

“You can,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Because I want to watch you unravel slowly. I want to hear every pretty sound you make when I keep you right here.” He scissored his fingers, stretching you wider. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Do you like when I play with you like this? When I decide if and when you get to fall apart?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your temples. “I like it. I love it. I didn’t know I needed this.”

His grin was sharp and victorious. “There it is. That’s my girl. Discovering all these new filthy little wants.” He pulls back his hand completely. Hands gripping your thighs instead.

“In fact, I think you deserve a reward. For holding out this long for me and finally giving into me.”

Lohen stripped the rest of the way and settled between your thighs. One big hand hooked under your knee and lifted, draping your leg over his shoulder. Pushing it up against your chest.

“Ow ow ow…”

“Shhh. You’ll ease into it.” He said as he massaged your muscle. The stretch opened you wider, deeper. He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

He pushed in slow, one long, thick slide that had you gasping at the stretch. With your leg over his shoulder he sank deeper than before, hitting places that made your vision spark. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, thumb stroking your throat again.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, cocky mask cracking just a little. “So wet and warm. Taking me so well.”

Then he started moving.

Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. The new angle was devastating. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath feel precious, the other gripping your thigh where it rested over his shoulder. Every time you got close he slowed, ground against you, denied you again with that infuriating patience, whispering more praise and filth the whole time.

“You’re learning so fast,” he panted, voice rough. “Look at you…bound, choked, leg up like this, begging with your eyes. Didn’t know you needed it this bad, did you?”

You shook your head, whimpering.

He grinned, sharp and filthy. “Good. I like being the one who shows you.”

He fucked you harder then, pace relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make everything hazy and bright at the edges. Your bound wrists strained above your head. Your leg trembled over his shoulder.

When he finally let you come it was with a broken cry, walls clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through you in waves that felt endless. He followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name like a curse as he spilled deep inside you.

For a long moment he stayed there, leg still hooked over his shoulder, forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking.

Then he kissed you, slow, almost sweet and carefully lowered your leg, unbuckled the belt from your wrists, and rubbed gentle circles into the skin there.

Lohen pulled out and collapsed beside you, tugging you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on your back.

“Still with me?” he murmured, voice softer now.

You nodded against him, dazed and glowing, the new parts of yourself still humming under your skin.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, cocky smile audible in his tone.

You shiver in the cold as you move through the shadows, keeping a constant eye out while still mentally complaining.

Stupid Tomura, with his stupid League, and his stupid plans, and his stupid idea to break into every fucking prison in the world it seems like…

You have no idea if you’re really allowed to silently curse him like this, but you tell yourself you do. I mean, you took the guys virginity. You should be allowed to complain about his terrorist attacks, right?

…and his stupid good looks, and his stupid hair, and his stupid voice, and-

“Little late to be out, isn’t it?”

You freeze. Like, fully freeze in your tracks, all stiff, eyes wide, your heart plummeting to your feet.

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuck-

This is exactly what you were scared of- getting cornered by some random man when literally no one is around to help-

THUD

Did he just land behind you-?

God, move, idiot!

Move, move-!

“Dangerous times…Especially for a pretty girl like you.”

Finally, you get yourself to move. But do you even try to run away?

No.

You whip around, obviously terrified as you stumble back.

But you freeze again, because…this isn’t some ‘random guy’. That doesn’t mean you’re happy to see him, though.

“…T-Tomura-?”

Shigaraki grins as you look at him, all scared and skittish and…still fucking pretty, unfortunately.

You stare at him in utter shock, stuck between deciding if this is better or worse than running into a random guy. But, well…he’s certainly more attractive than any random man you’ve ever seen.

He’s really…grown up, for lack of a better term. You still don’t pay much attention to the news, so you have no idea when this happened, but damn. Longer white hair than before, definitely much more built than before, and there’s something more…confident than before.

Wait- shit- none of that is important right now-!

“You’re quiet.” Shigaraki teases lowly, starting towards with slow, confident strides. “What happened? You’re not teasing…or joking…or flirting…Are you scared now?”

You stumble back again, further this time as he gets closer.

Fuck. What does he want? How did he even find you? Was he looking for you? Why?-

Your back hits a wall, and you squeak in surprise. Shigaraki chuckles lowly, continuing to get closer and closer and closer until he’s looming a few feet from where you’re cowering against the wall. Practically trembling with fear, you flinch a little as he takes one more step forward and plants a hand beside your head.

“Because you finally know who I am? Or…” He leans in a bit closer, snickering at the way your eyes brim with tears. “…Something else?”

Shivering as another cold wind blows, and because you’re fucking terrified, you stay completely still. God knows you want to run, or fight, or tell him off, or something, but…he’s terrifying now. It’s strange to think that just a few months ago he passed out from how well you rode his dick.

Frowning now at your lack of reaction, Shigaraki looks at you flatly. Really, he was expecting some of that humor or sass that you had the first time. He can’t blame you for being scared this time, though.

“C’mon.” He grumbles, as if disappointed. “Seriously. Do something.”

You blink in shock and confusion. You’d expected to be dead by now, but he’s acting like you two are longtime friends- like you have no reason to hesitate.

“I-I-…” You stammer for a moment, pressing back further against the wall but not taking your eyes off him. “Aren’t you-…a-aren’t you gonna k-kill me, or s-something?”

Shigaraki blinks once, his eyes widening just slightly…before he smiles again. This time, it’s slightly less menacing and a touch more genuinely amused.

“Kill you?” He chuckles lightly, looking at you like you’re an idiot. “Why would I do that?”

You blink in confusion again, your body relaxing just slightly as he implies he won’t murder you. “Because…B-because that’s…what y-you do…?”

“That’s ‘what I do’?” He rolls his eyes at your less than eloquent response, getting more amused by the second. “I guess that’s true…But it’s not like I kill everyone I see. Most of the time there’s a reason.”

Yeah, that’s not exactly comforting. But still… “So…you don’t have a reason for m-me?”

Shigaraki watches your eyes go all big and hopeful, and he holds back a little groan. He missed that look- although before it was when you were practically throwing yourself at him in the bar, not trying to decipher whether he’s about to kill you or not. In the end, he shakes his head a little, and you take a little breath of relief.

Eyes casting downward now, you try to center yourself. God, that was really terrifying for a second. But now that you’re semi-reassured, you can actually focus…focus on him, that is. Because damn, he looks even better up close.

“So, um…” You start quietly, shifting your feet a little but staying still where he’s pinned you. “…W-what do you want?”

Shigaraki doesn’t take his eyes off you, scanning over the part of your face he can see with your chin tucked like that. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to run into you.” He states bluntly, reaching out with his free hand and tipping your chin up. “…But I’m not complaining.”

Fuck, are you actually blushing?

Well…he’s looking at you like that. And his hand is gentle even if you still flinched a little. And his voice is almost more relaxed now, a nice rumble that sends little sparks down your spine.

Swallowing lightly, you keep eye contact with him even though your heart stutters painfully in your chest. “…Doesn’t answer my question.”

Chuckling now, Shigaraki runs a thumb over your lip and relishes the way it makes you shiver. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a war coming. I’d like to feel something good before that.”

Your skin tingles where his own had touched your bottom lip, your cheeks flushing at his implication. Your mouth runs dry in shock, your lips parting uselessly. He wants to sleep with you again? Right now? Right here? After everything he’s done? After all the ways he’s indirectly impacted your life? Is he crazy?

Well, duh. Yeah.

But more importantly, “A-Are you gonna kill me if I say no…?”

Shigaraki pauses for a second, then frowns as if he can’t believe you’d think that. But really, what else could you think about him?

“No.” He states firmly, like it’s obvious. “How heartless do you think I am?”

Immediately, your voice turns just a bit sharper, still cautious but now just a bit annoyed by the way he’s acting. “I-…Well, you’re not exactly known f-for being some great guy-.”

He grins again, immediately pleased with that flicker of fire in you that drew him to you in the first place. Well, actually, it annoyed the hell out of him the first time. But now, he’s craving it.

“True.” Shigaraki concedes, but he only leans in closer. “But did I really give you that impression last time?”

Flashbacks of ‘last time’ play in your mind as he says it. God, he was such a cute loser back then, all whimpering and sensitive and damn near crying under you. And he’d called you an angel, hadn’t he? What was that about?

“I-I guess not…” You mutter, glancing to the side as your cheeks heat up even more.

“Hm…” Shigaraki chuckles quietly in response, sliding his hand down and loosely draping his fingers around your throat. “So what’s it gonna be? I promise I won’t hurt you either way.”

You flinch as he grabs your throat, even if it’s loosely, eyes darting back up to his. Fuck, you can’t believe this- the situation or the fact that you actually trust him. Well, you don’t fully believe you trust him, but you’re definitely turned on, so that means you must trust him at least a little, right?-

“Y-yes.”

Your own voice surprises you, quiet and trembling but so sure.

Shigaraki blinks once, as if it surprised him too. “…Yeah?”

Lips parting uselessly, you stare at him. God, why had you said that without thinking it through first? He’s a murderer- a terrorist- like, evil incarnate. Your eyes flicker down, raking over what exactly you’re working with this time. Fuck…no use denying it anymore.

He’s awful. Horrible, even. But he’s hot. And you want him.

You nod, subtly but true. He feels your throat constrict lightly under his thumb as you swallow softly. Then, your lashes flutter a little as you slowly trail your eyes back up to his.

“…Y-yeah…”

The smirk that forms on his lips sends a shiver down your spine, but your thighs clench together like he’s touching you already.

“Good.”

—

“T-Tomura- mmph!- hah-!”

Tomura’s relentless this time, like he’s seriously trying to make it count unless it’s his last. He’d dragged you into some abandoned apartment and practically threw you down on the bed.

“Doing more this time.” He’d grunted out while stripping off his shirt and undoing his pants.

You’d watched with wide eyes, only feeling your panties getting wetter and wetter under his terrifying gaze.

Then, Tomura had damn near killed you.

He’d fingered you until you fucking squirted, then ate you out like he hasn’t eaten in months. It was so good you were left shaking on some random persons mattress, clinging to him, stars in your eyes, and a certain feeling making your heart stutter.

When you’d breathlessly asked if he’d been practicing since last time, he shook his head. “Researching.” Is all he said, grinning like a maniac…whatever that means.

Now, he’s putting all that ‘research’ to good use as he nails you to the mattress. Like, seriously, the entire frame shakes with every devastating thrust he gives your sopping pussy while his hands pin your hips to the bed.

It’s all you can do not to absolutely fall out, your fingernails literally carving lines in his back and arms that get healed immediately, your throat already sore from moaning so much for him. He’s just so fucking rough- so mean- it gives you whiplash. Last time he was barely even able to lift his head, and now he’s the one ruining you.

“Ah- Fuck- Feels good- ngh!” Tomura grits lowly, sending ripples of pleasure down your spine.

You can only whine in response, clamping down on him as he delivers a harsh thrust to your cervix. He grins down at you, nearly growling as you claw down his chest.

Tomura fucking loves that look on your face. Your lips all wet with drool and forming a little ‘o’, your cheeks burning red, your eyebrows pitched up in pleasure, your eyes are all dewey and big. You’re the very picture of pure, overwhelming bliss.

And you’re just so…

“Adorable…”

The way he growls it out has you shivering under him, your eyes screwing shut as your heart palpates. He reaches up with one hand to roughly grab your jaw, running a thumb over your slick bottom lip before slipping between them. You moan shakily, fluttering your lashes open again as you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck obediently.

“Mm- Fuck, yeah-.” Tomura’s practically giddy about your obedience, rewarding you with thrusts that make your ears ring. “Fuckin’ like that, d-don’t you?”

You squeal around his thumb, making a complete mess as you drool and nod. Slick gushes out of you as your thighs tremble and shake, getting closer and closer to another orgasm. He feels it, of course- the rhythmic clenching of your pussy and the accumulating wetness between your bodies.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth but replaces it with his middle and ring finger, prodding around in your slippery mouth while his other hand splays over your lower stomach to pin you down.

“Gettin’ close, aren’t you?” He snickers at the way you gag on his fingers, his hips snapping into you sharply. “Y’like- ngh- fucking me?”

You nod again, quicker this time as you unconsciously bite at his fingers. Tomura grunts lightly and pulls his fingers out only to grab your throat, gripping tight enough to make your breath stutter. Eyes blowing wide, your voice pitches high as you scramble to grab at his solid wrist.

“Because of who I-I am?- ngh-” He growls, leaning down closer as his thrusts get heavier. “Like fucking a-a villain like me? Huh?”

Well, you liked him before you found out. But you can’t lie and say that knowing who he is and what he’s done doesn’t make it even better for you right now.

So you nod, clawing at his wrist as you gasp for air and tear up. Your pussy trembles around his cock, your hips starting to squirm even as he holds them still by pressing down harder. You moan brokenly as his hand puts more pressure on your lower tummy, only exemplifying the feeling of his cock bruising your insides.

“Y-yes-!” You gasp out without really thinking, so close to the edge that you can’t stop yourself from babbling. “I-I love it!- MM!- I l-love that you’re- ah!- s-scary- ‘nd I-I w-went back even after I f-found out- ngh!- a-and I th-think ‘bout you all the t-time- a-ah!- and- and- mmph-!”

Tomura cuts off your babbling by pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, all demanding and sloppy and dirty. He lets go of your throat just to reach down and rub your clit, swallowing your loud moans and squeals.

Honestly, he only did it because he was gonna cum if you kept talking like that. Just the thought of you thinking about him as much as he thought about you- missing him- touching yourself to memories of him- going back to the damn bar for him? He groans roughly against your lips as pleasure zings up his spine, his brain going into overdrive of how much sooner he could’ve done this if he’d actually looked for you.

Your hands reach up into his long hair and tug, keeping him in place with the rest of your depleting strength. And when your orgasm finally hits? You damn near rip his hair out.

You cry against his lips so shakily, your voice cracking and breaking with how intense it is. Convulsing under him, you clamp down and absolutely soak his cock with the hardest orgasm of your life. It’s so good your ears ring and your toes go numb- so good you don’t even notice when he pulls away from the kiss just to watch your face.

“Mmm- that’s it-.” Tomura grunts, rolling his hips slowly as he works you through it, his eyes glued to your messed-up expression. “G-good fuckin’ girl…”

Fuck, you’re too damn cute under him right now. He groans as his cock throbs, spilling another load of precum into you. Your hands are shaking where they cling to his hair, your eyes screwed shut but leaking tears, your lips wet with drool and trembling with little whimpers. He’s not usually one for soft feelings, and it’s especially odd after the way he’s been wrecking you…but Tomura can appreciate the beautiful picture you make right now.

…Not for long, though.

He stops his thrusts just for a moment, listening to you whine as your eyes flutter open to look at him with dazed, vulnerable curiosity. Tomura just smirks down at you, pulling your hands from his hair and instead lacing his fingers with yours as he pins your hands to the mattress. When he leans down, getting nice and close to your ear, it feels like the whole world shrinks to just your own little bubble with him.

“…My turn.”

You swallow lightly at his low purr, your hands gripping his tightly. Ever so slowly, he begins to pull out, his lips brushing over the marks he’s already bitten into your neck. Without thinking, you turn your head and nuzzle lightly his cheek, moaning softly as just his tip stays lodged inside you. Tomura pauses for a second with his tip twitching inside you, his eyes closing as he savors the feeling of your soft skin rubbing against his.

Then, just as suddenly, he snaps back in.

If he was relentless before, he’s ruthless now. It’s clear he’s only focused on getting himself off now, ramming into you with harsh, sharp thrusts and biting hard at your neck.

You immediately cry and squirm under him, so sensitive from how much he’s ruined you already. Your hands tug desperately at his, yearning to actually onto him, but he holds fast. The bed under you both rattles and slams against the wall with his strong thrusts, the frame feeling rickety at best.

Tomura sounds like a damn animal as he ruts into you, groaning and growling against the skin he sinks his teeth into. Eyes closed, all he’s focusing on is the feeling of you. The sound of you. The way you let him in and cry his name. God, it’s euphoric.

But you can hardly keep up anymore. Not after everything. You can’t keep up with his stamina- can barely hear anymore, can barely see, your legs are numb, and your mind is fully scrambled. All you can do is call his name, loud and high-pitched and entirely too blissful for anyone to ever say the name of a mass murderer.

Thrusts getting erratic now, Tomura nearly snarls against you, finally letting go of your hands to wrap one arm under your waist and fist one hand in the sheets. He crushes you into his body as he delivers two more harsh thrusts, his teeth breaking skin as his orgasm hits hard.

A guttural groan rumbles from his chest, broken and pitching higher at the end. He shoves as far into you as possible, shooting copious amounts of cum into you and pushing it in further with little jerks of his hips. The hand on your waist easily presses dark bruises into your skin, while the other accidentally comes down fully on the bed and decays it in less than a second.

Your exhausted body can barely comprehend the feeling of him filling you up, your mewl breaking off into a weak cry as your nails rake down his back. But when the bed gives out under you and you hit the floor…you’re out.

Fully.

Tomura grunts in frustration at his quirk even as he comes down from his orgasm, panting hard as he pulls away from your neck to apologize…only to find you totally unconscious. Blinking a few times in surprise at how the tables have turned this time, he gazes down at you, mostly just making sure you’re okay.

Once he’s confirmed you’re still breathing, Tomura sighs lowly and eases out of you. Then, with a gentleness that surprises himself, he reaches up and brushes a few tears off your cheeks. Your skin is burning hot but so soft under his fingers, your expression finally relaxing into something peaceful that makes his chest clench. Stupid pretty girl…

“Idiot…Wanted to talk to you more…”

—

Air rushing by.

That’s all you remember. On your skin, in your ears…but someone was holding you, weren’t they?

Then, coldness as you were set down somewhere.

Warmth followed soon after, like you were wrapped in a blanket or sweater.

Finally, a voice. Low, rough, and hard to hear through the darkness of unconsciousness.

“…You really must be an angel…”

—

You wake up with a start. Not in a random apartment, not on the street, but in a…hospital room? Looking down, you’re also not naked. No, someone must’ve dressed you again…and put their own hoodie on you? Tired and sore, you sit up and look around for a clue as to where you are.

A nurse rushes in just then to check on you, and she tells you everything she knows.

You’re at the UA evacuation site, and you were just…left outside the gates? Without a trace?

You blink in confusion, reaching up to rub a sore spot on your neck, only to find it bandaged. Suddenly, the memories rush back all at once. Just as quickly, your face turns red and your expression twists in embarrassment.

When the nurse asks what’s wrong, you just shake your head. “N-nothing…”

Your hands lower to the hoodie he must’ve pulled onto you, fisting lightly in the soft material. Your heart flutters as much as it aches- yearning and guilt evening out on your conscience.

“I-I just…know who brought me here…” You admit softly, ducking your face a little more into the hoodie. “Guess he couldn’t come with…”

—

The way you fell is like the start to some shitty fanfiction or porno- just barely realistically and unintentionally suggestive. You lift your head hesitantly, hands heavy on his shoulders, eyes wide with embarrassment, and your thighs straddling one of his.

Tomura glares up at you- openly scowling, actually- his hands hovering around your waist…but he’s actually stopping himself from shoving you off. Most other guys would immediately take advantage of this, cop a feel or fully trap you on his lap. But no. Tomura looks downright disgusted.

“Hello? Get the fuck off me.” He growls meanly, sending shivers down your spine.

Finally snapping back to reality, you stop staring at him like an idiot and reel back- although now you’re more sitting on his knee than actually getting off of him. Hands still unconsciously gripping at his shoulders, you try your very best to reach one leg down and slide back without completely dragging your pussy across him. It’s kinda hard to stay coordinated while tipsy, though. His eye twitches when you slide back, practically feeling the way you unintentionally grind on his knee before standing unsteadily.

Tomura knows you. Somehow throughout all three years he’s been at this college, you two have had very similar schedules. He analyzes everyone in his classes, and he’s always annoyed when he sees your stupidly pretty face in the crowd. That doesn’t mean he’s actually talked to you before, though. No, he’s one of those people that comes in, sits silently in the back, then leaves immediately when class is over. No talking, no participation unless it’s forced, and certainly no…fraternizing.

He watches you wobble on your heels, your hands tugging your little skirt back down into place. Rolling his eyes, Tomura sighs and lounges back against the couch like nothing happened, looking away and instead keeping his gaze on the crowd again. Shuichi should be back with those drinks any second now…

…Why the hell are you still standing there?

Dragging his eyes back up to where you’re standing, he levels you with a flat glare. Your eyes dart up from where they’d been focused suspiciously low, your lips parting a few seconds before you actually start speaking.

“…I’m…” You start, seemingly having trouble finding the words before you continue. “…Sorry ‘bout that, um…Shigaraki…”

That actually surprises him. You know him too? Interesting…

“…You know my name?” He asks lowly, uninterested in raising his voice over the loud music.

You nod anyways. God, do you know Tomura Shigaraki. Not in a creepy way, of course…at least, you hope not. You didn’t notice him much at first, but going into your second semester of freshman year, you recognized him from the past semester. He’d been scrawny back then- faded blue hair and a habit of mumbling to himself, kinda twitchy, and all around just kinda…’weird’. Your sophomore year, there was a significant difference. White hair that reached his shoulders- and even long by the time the year ended- and he’d obviously started working out even if he still wore baggy clothes most of the time. But it’s not like it’s unusual for college kids to change their appearance once they get out of the house.

Now, in y’all’s junior year of college, he’s grown into a real looker. White hair down his back, still mostly black clothing but he could be found in slightly-tighter styles now, minimal bracelets or rings or necklaces (which only really started after he started hanging out with that guy Touya or something), and just generally more confidence. You always see him driving to and from class, his roommate (Shuichi, you think?) in the passenger seat, windows rolled down as he plays whatever rock or heavy metal he listens to.

In short, he’s only grown fucking hotter each year. And each year, you suffer more just knowing he’s in the back of the room, sitting there all pretty and quiet and pissed off…

Anyways, you should probably actually answer his question now.

“Uh…” You stammer, only growing hotter under his piercing gaze. “Yeah- I mean, we’ve actually had classes together forever- I dunno if you ever noticed, but—.”

“I noticed.” Tomura cuts in far too casually, a subtle little grin tugging at the corner of his lips as you gape at him. “Hard not to remember the same girl that’s in all my damn classes. Makes me wonder if you do it on purpose.”

Setting aside the fact it should be impossible to purposely get a similar schedule without sitting down together and doing it on purpose, the fact he’s even joking with you at all is throwing you for a loop. This is the first conversation you’ve ever had with him, let alone the most you’ve ever heard him talk period, and you’re already imagining a house and kids. Or maybe that’s just the drinks talking. Who knows?

Before you can respond, though, you’re sent stumbling forward again by some drunk frat guys stupid body ramming into your back. You yelp on the way down, landing heavily on Tomura’s lap yet again…except it’s exponentially worse this time. He grunts, instinctively grabbing your waist as you actually accidentally press against him…like, fully press into him.

Knee on his dick, tits in his face, pussy on his thigh, your little squeal in his ears, and for just a second or two…Tomura is in heaven.

Fuck…

Mortified, you struggle even more this time to pull back, completely red and flustered as you feel his breath on your cleavage and his hands gripping your waist.

“I’m so sorry-!” You quickly stumble out, pulling back and peering down at him with eyes the size of saucers. “Oh my gosh- are you okay?!”

Tomura just grunts, avoiding your eyes now as he glances down at his lap. He’s not hurt. The opposite, actually. He’s fucking hard. “…You’re real fuckin’ clumsy, aren’t you?”

Not noticing his problem yet, you swallow heavily and start squirming, trying to get off his lap yet again. “I- Someone pushed me- I promise!”

Instead of commanding you to get off quicker this time, Tomura tightens his hold and pulls you closer. “Yeah, I know…” He grumbles lowly, squeezing your waist and feeling his breath catch as your knee presses further against his cock. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you planned that too…”

Staring down at him in bewilderment, you tighten your hold on his shoulders as you try to pull back. You’re still worried you might’ve hurt him or pissed him off, and you have no idea why he’s still holding your waist. That is, until you follow his gaze. Oh…fuck.

—

Apparently in addition to being ridiculously hot, Tomura Shigaraki also has a big fucking dick.

You could’ve told him that just by seeing the print earlier, but you can really feel it as he rams into you now.

“H-hah…Damn-.” He chuckles from behind you, voice rough with pleasure as he pistons into you. “You love this, d-don’t you?- ngh-.”

Well, duh. You’re fucking clinging to the headboard, drooling, shaking, and moaning loud enough for the party downstairs to hear.

It happened so fast. He’d noticed you looking, you noticed him pulling you closer. He squeezed your waist again, a question in his eyes as he inched his hands down a bit lower to grab your hips. You shivered, caught between disbelief and a sort of elation at your crush looking at you like that. There were hardly any words, just a silent agreement and a hasty retreat upstairs.

And now, Tomura Shigaraki’s railing you in some dirty frat bedroom.

“Ah!- T-T-Tomura-!” You squeal out, whimpering loudly as he rams in, his tip smacking into your cervix.

For a guy you’re 70% sure is a virgin, he’s fucking you right. Tomura’s got a rhythm locked down, one hand groping your tit through your shirt while the other rubs perfectly at your clit under your skirt, his hips not giving you a second of reprieve, and his voice in your ear. He’s disgustingly good, and it’s only fueling the feelings you have for him.

“Yeah, talk t-t’me-.” He grits, and you can just hear the grin in his voice. “Tell me aaaall about it, p-pretty girl-.”

You absolutely gush around him, squeezing and clenching your wet walls around his raw cock hard enough to make him groan. God, it should be illegal to fuck this good. You’re babbling so loud for him, telling him all about how ‘g-good he is’ and how ‘big he is’- how he’s ‘so f-fucking hot’- how you’ve ‘always liked him’- how you’re just ‘s-so fucking c-close’.

Tomura smirks with a little growl, pinching at your clit just to make you scream. “How s-sweet- hah-.”

Your eyes roll back and your head lolls forward, your drooling mouth opening mindlessly to damn near gnaw at the headboard. The coil inside you is twisting tighter and tighter, your body shuddering and arching as you draw closer and closer to the best orgasm of your fucking life.

He can tell, of course. Precum spills from his tip, making your little pussy all sticky and wet, lubing the way even more for him to destroy you as hard as he wants. And you eat it up, combined juices dripping down your thighs, your blissed-out moans muffled against the headboard as you bite hard enough to leave little dents in the wood.

Rubbing roughly at your clit now, Tomura presses right up behind you, his hips never stopping as he grunts in your ear. “Gonna c-cum, huh?- mm!- Y’feel good?”

You nod desperately, voice pitching higher as you get closer and closer.

“Yeah? Gonna let m-me cum inside, baby?- ngh-!” What a stupid fucking idea…and yet you both pulse at the thought of his cum plugging you up.

Finally reaching your peak, your hips press back abruptly and your hand shoots back with it, grabbing blindly at his jeans riding low on his hips, holding on for dear life as you cream hard as fuck around him. It leaves you shaking and nearly screaming, your eyes rolling back far enough to see white and your ears ringing.

Tomura grunts harshly, his eyes darting down to watch his dick pump in and out of your sopping pussy, a white ring forming around his base as you cum on him. He throbs at the sight, swabbing a new batch of precum along your cervix as you grab onto him. “Good fucking girl…”

He barely realizes he said that out loud before he’s sinking his sharp teeth into the side of your neck, biting hard as he jams himself in as far as possible and finds his own release. Your walls clamp down, massaging and sucking the cum out of him as he shoots buckets of those warm, thick ropes into you. Groaning against your skin, his hands sink into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, crushing you back against his chest.

The feeling is fucking euphoric. Your hand tugs shakily at his hip, unconsciously urging him in deeper to fill you up more and more and more. The mewl you let out, all loud and broken, only pushes him to cum harder- red eyes rolling back and balls aching as he pumps every last drop into your waiting pussy.

When he’s done, he slumps against your back, slowly retracting his teeth from your skin but keeping every centimeter of his dick inside you. You’re both breathing hard, panting and shaking like you’ve both just run a marathon.

Tomura’s riding a wave of bliss, his arms tightening around you as he comes to terms with what just happened.

But you…Oh, you’re in Heaven. If you weren’t sure before, you are now: Tomura Shigaraki is your fucking dream man.

So it should be no surprise when a weak little mumble comes from under him, blissful but pleading, “…G-go out with me…”

He pauses for a second…then Tomura huffs a little snicker, cocking his head to see your face a bit better. “…We’ll see.”

—