sable

the sound of tomuras keyboard clacking away filled his room from his spot at his desk. you were laying on his bed across the room, scrolling away on your phone as you thought of what to get for dinner.

it was hot. almost unbearably so. you’d stripped down to just a sports bra and a pair of boxers as a way to combat the heat, even going so far as to dragging the huge dusty fan tomura had claimed was “broken” out of hiding to turn it on high and aim it only at you.

“mura?” you call to him, eyes still on your phone. doordash is open on your screen as you swipe through the different menus of nearby fast food places.

“hm?” he hums in response. he doesn’t turn in his gaming chair, and the clacking of his keyboard doesn’t cease.

“what do you think about smash burgers for dinner?”

“what’s the difference between smash burger and a regular burger?”

that gives you pause. you think for a second before ultimately shrugging.

“i think they smash the meat on the grill or somethin’, i dunno,” you respond after a moment.

“sure. no tomatoes.”

“do i hear a ‘please?’” you prompt, teasing, as you roll onto your stomach facing him.

he sighs, the clicking finally stopping as he pauses his game. he turns in his gaming chair and once his eyes land on you they sweep over your frame.

he stops for a long while on your exposed skin, shameless by nature.

you tilt your head at him, holding back a snicker at his blatant checking you out.

“please,” he starts, finally tearing his eyes away from the curve of your spine and back to your eyes, “order my food with no tomatoes.”

“you got it, boss,” you grin, turning back to your phone to put in the order. you don’t notice the way he stands up from his gaming chair, or the way he crosses the room in a few swift steps to reach the bed.

you only notice he’s moved once he’s flopping down beside you, looking up at you through his hair with those pretty crimson eyes. he also has decided to strip some of his usual layers to make the heat a bit more bearable, now in only a loose white t-shirt that’s littered with stains and a pair of red boxers.

once you confirm the doordash order you set your phone down and turn to face him. you reach a hand out absentmindedly to run your fingers through his wavy blue locks, heart doing jumping jacks in your chest when you see how he melts into your touch.

he’s too pretty, you think, under the red glow of his LED lights with his eyes closed and body relaxed as your soothing touch glides over his scalp. he sighs, long and content and oh so pitiful sounding.

your fingers tighten in his hair and you watch as his cute little face scrunches up in pain. he opens his eyes again, just a sliver, and you relish in the tiny pout that his lips twist into inadvertently.

your hand slides from his hair down the side of his face until you’re gripping his jaw, pale cracked skin beneath your fingertips. you pull him closer to you until your lips meet and almost immediately tomura shudders against your mouth.

you hardly hold back your giggle, smirking against him, before you take his bottom lip between your teeth. he whimpers softly at the burst of pain he feels, but opens his mouth for you anyway.

you slip your tongue inside his mouth, taking this opportunity to climb on top of him and straddle his waist. you can feel him hardening beneath you, cock twitching inside his boxers from the sensation of your warmth above it.

you use your free hand to cup the other side of his face, pulling him impossibly closer to you as you dominate his mouth. he drinks you in gratefully, just as greedy for you as you are for him.

after a few heated moments you pull away, gasping for air and grinning at the way tomuras lips are red and puffy and drenched in your spit and his own. he’s panting, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes as he attempts to regain his composure.

you rock your hips experimentally and feel that he is fully hard now. he whines at the feeling, his hips bucking up into your heat in tandem.

he looks into your eyes for a beat before averting his gaze, knowing full well what you want.

“please…” he starts, quiet, pleading, “hah-help me…” he finishes in a high-pitched murmur.

at the beginning of your relationship, it took some real convincing to get tomura to beg. at first he’d just expected you to give him whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it.

you’d long since corrected that behaviour, though. there really isn’t a brat in the world that a strap-on and some rope can’t fix.

“mmm, so good for me, mura,” you compliment, voice dripping with sweet sticky molasses. you climb off of him, moving back to your previous spot beside him on the bed.

you waste no time in dipping your hand past the waistband of his boxers, taking him in your hand with a gentle squeeze.

his breathing stutters and he whines again, hand coming up to hold your arm in a four-fingered grip. you slip your other arm up behind his neck and he immediately curls into you, tucking his face up against your collarbone.

you feel his hot panting breath against your neck as you slowly begin stroking his cock. you can feel pre-cum beginning to coat his tip, running your hand along it to spread it all over his shaft.

you take it slow, but your hand isn’t quite gliding the way you like it so after a few moments you pull away from his length and slip your hand out of his boxers. he makes a sound at the lack of stimulation and looks up at you pleadingly as he takes his hand from your arm.

“pull ‘em down, baby,” you say, keeping him nuzzled up against you.

he obeys, shoving his boxers down with a fervour. his cock springs out of the fabric, red-tipped and dribbling with pre. you can’t help but coo at how cute he is, bringing your hand up to his mouth expectantly.

he spits, a fat glob of saliva landing directly on your palm. you thank him with a peck to the top of his head before returning to his aching member.

you wrap your hand around the base and glide it all the way up to the tip, coating his cock in his own spit. his hips buck up into your hand as a strangled whimper tears from his throat.

you tease him for a couple minutes, pumping his twitching dick painstakingly slow. tomura tries and fails to hold back his sounds, biting his lips as small whimpers and moans fall from his lips. he breathes in your scent, gripping your waist with his pinky expertly raised and pulling you closer to him.

“you want me to go faster, baby?” you ask, voice lilting teasingly.

he nods his head, eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again, as if he can’t bare to take his eyes off of your hand on him.

“gotta use your words, tomura,” you nearly giggle, stilling your hand completely and watching as his hips twitch all needy.

“ngh… f-faster, sir, please…” he mumbles into your neck, face turning an adorable shade of pink.

you coo at him again, obliging and beginning to move your hand again. you speed up this time, pumping his cock in rapid succession.

he’s a mess, whimpering and whining into your neck uncontrollably. his hips buck up into your fist and you speed up even more. pre begins to dribble out of his tip even more, slicking his cock for you and making your hand fly across his skin.

“fuck…!” he whines against you, hips stuttering. his cock twitches in your palm, once, twice, three times before thick ropes of cum begin to spurt out of his tip.

“mmmnghh… th-thank you— fuck—“ he moans into your neck, rutting against your fist to prolong his high.

your hand doesn’t stop either, instead speeding up to draw out his orgasm. his hand tightens against your waist, his breath coming in heavy pants against your skin.

you slow to a stop, pulling your now messy cum-covered hand away from him. you bring your hand to his face for a second time, watching as he laps at the sour tasting spunk with his tongue.

once your hand is clean you bring it up to his face, cupping his cheek and pulling him upwards to your lips again. you can taste his cum as he licks at the inside of your mouth happily, sighing against you as his cock begins to soften.

he’s still half hard when the sound of your phone buzzing pulls the two of you away from each other. he releases your waist so you can grab the device, throwing his head against the pillows behind him as if cumming was the most exhausting thing he’d ever done.

“dinner’s here,” you say after unlocking your phone to read the message from your dasher, “i’ll be back, baby.”

you pat his thigh and stand up to throw on a shirt and grab your guys’s food.

ummm hi my name is sable

i’m a fic writer, i try to do longform writing but tend to lose motivation quickly so i’ve decided to focus more on oneshots and other shortform stuff

i’ll probably mostly write mha stuff for now but my interests tend to switch around so expect some random characters every once in a while

speaking of,, here’s some of the fandoms i’m in. i’m a bit of a chronic larper so…. my fault 😬

my hero academia: ive been in the fandom since like 2019-2020 but only watched like the first two seasons. am currently on season 4 in my rewatch but took a break to start watching naruto

naruto: idk SHIT about this show, i started it like ten years ago then never got past the chunin exams and am now trying to rewatch it along with mha

sally face: watched gloom play the games and never looked back. don’t fully understand the lore but uh idk i thought sal was fine shyt when i was younger so

smosh: this is a bit of a wild card but i love me some damien haas

the umbrella academy: hate season 4, five x lila HATERRR, but aiden gallagher holds a special place in my heart

there’s more i just can’t be bothered to list them all

anyway. i post SMAUs on tiktok and will probably start posting them here too

i also will post extra content for my longform fanfics if i ever get around to making extra content for them

i’m horrible at consistency sorry bout that

tomura shigaraki is my favourite loser ever and i will probably constantly be talking about pegging him so yk bare with me

speaking of pegging! ftm reader is always implied unless explicitly stated otherwise and there will be zero fem reader content on my page

there also probably won’t be any fem characters cause i simply don’t swing that way

i LOVE making male characters ftm tho 🤤 so expect that

umm idk exactly what i’m supposed to say here but yea that’s all you really need to know. masterlist will be pinned on my page along with this.. uhh

oh, requests are welcome and encouraged js know that if i don’t want to write your request i’ll probably ignore it forever sorry

i’m more into drabbles and ranting than an organised oneshot with actual plot but sometimes i surprise myself and come up with something