#dacryphillia

Tomura could tell from the atmosphere of the party that you had finally gotten the experience you had always wanted in a party. The amount of nudity, drugs and bass line proved that and he was happy for you.

He stood up from his seat, yelling at Spinner that he was gonna piss before leaving the crowded room for the bathroom. He went to each bathroom downstairs yet couldn't find one that was free of a queue, so he opted to go outside and ignore the drunks in his garden. He wasn't the only man to have the idea of pissing in the bushes, so it almost felt like the average public bathroom experience.

Coincidently, you had decided to go outside to get some fresh air. You felt so proud of the amount of debauchery and immaturity your class was displaying. You smiled at the drunks scattered in the bushes and the people participating in an orgy next to the statues.

As you observed, you noticed your best friends head of long white hair. However, as you looked down and checked him out, something you usually did. You cringed, however, when you saw his penis and took many steps back.

You quickly went back inside the mansion so you could hang out with your girls, just to forget what you had seen for the 13th time.

Tomura, who noticed your head of hair, followed you inside. Noticing that you were still alone, he decided now was the perfect time to hang out with you. He did do this massive favour for you, even if he believed you only asked him because you knew he would do anything for you.

"Y/-" He stopped himself from speaking when he noticed you approaching your more popular friends. He was about to leave, though he slowed down when he heard his name pop up in the conversation.

" you fucked him yet?" One of the girls asked as she drank out of her solo cup, her long black stilettoed nails tapping on the cup impatiently.

You shook your head, almost too quickly for Tomura's liking, putting your hands up and scrunching up your nose like she'd dared you to drink something nasty.

"No- no. I wouldn't," you stated, feeling yourself become flustered. The sudden fear that someone knew you liked Tomura and would tell him made you feel ill.

" Why not?" One of your drunk close friends asked, she was completely topless, her tits shaking with her overexagerrated movements as she smiled happily at Tomura who stood in plain sight and continued ignoring him.

" Layla is right, he's hot now," Iris turned her attention from you to Layla, " Did you see his arms they're so fucking big now, I bet he'd choke you so good-"

" Yes, omg, you know I'm a freak for that whole loner look as well. He's so mmhmmm."

They continued talking between themselves. Tomura could feel his self-esteem rising with their words. He didn't know your friends had no issue with him, was it maybe you that just didn't like him like that.

You hated your friends speaking about Tomura like that. You were easily jealous, and people as pretty as your friends could probably steal Tomura away from you at the click of a finger. You could not allow that to happen.

" Have you seen his prick it's tiny?" You interrupted, shocked that you'd even said it out loud.

" What really?!" Some of your other homegirls start to pay attention and gather around you. Tomura stands still, anger boiling in his blood as he grows embarrassed with the words coming out of his mouth.

" I mean yeh," you weren't technically lying, " we're close so, I've seen it a few times by accident, but I saw it today again and it genuinely is small," attention always had a way of making you an egotistical jerk, your finger wiggled as if to immitate his size further adding to what you were saying.

" I didn't think guys could have dicks so small, if can I even call it a dick," you had no idea why you brought it up that way. You didn't even care if he had a small dick. You weren't superficial like that, you think.

Tomura had enough. Listening to the growing giggles of your friends annoyed him more than your belittling words, he wished he could touch you, and you'd crumble to dust, never to utter a word to him again.

He was less hurt about the comments on his body, but more so the fact that you were so willing to humiliate him AGAIN. It had been years, yet this interaction refreshed it in his mind.

The memory of you whispering to your friends that you only agreed to go to prom with him out of pity, and the shock on his face when you won prom queen and some idiot muscly man won prom king, stealing the dance he so desperately wanted to have with you.

He didn't even want to go to prom.

You spin around, your topless friend grinning as the conversation floated to something else. Something regarding the blue-eyed goth that's apparently been wanting you since your first year.

That annoying man who dubbed himself as Dabi was easy to ignore. Even when some your friends kept glancing at him standing behind you, you could've aired him. It wasn't until all your friends decided to glance at the guy and cover the grins on their face, that you even contemplated turning around.

"I think someone wants you."

Your face grimaced as you spun around, hating the idea of having to talk to a Todoroki. You always felt like he only spoke to you to get back at his father, who was also a very important member of the One for All political party.

You let out a deep sigh of relief when you noticed it was your close friend of 4 years.

"Tomura!" You smiled, excusing yourself from your friends for a bit to go speak to him.

Tomura stood still when you walked over to him. He had just heard you degrading him with your friends, and yet with one look at your smile, he forgot it all. His face melted off the stress of the party, a look of endearment on his face when your arm linked around his ridged one. He was so happy with your presence, even if you presented him as a pest to your friends.

You could talk and talk and talk. He wasn't even paying attention to anything you were saying. He didn't even know where you were leading him. All he knew was that he was happily complying without any self-respect.

When the music got quieter he realised you were near his father's corridor a place he rarely went himself since it filled him with awful memories. However you seemed to nullify the effects, you were magic and he wished with every bone in his body that you were his.

"It's nice and quiet now. We don't need to yell," you told him. You leaned against the wall of the corridor while he stood across from you doing the same. His eyes racked over you. You looked cute with your glossy lips and short denim skirt if he could call it a skirt. He was so overwhelmed by the people in his house that he hadn't allowed himself to take in what you're wearing.

His mouth went dry when he did, though. He hadn't seen so much of you before. You always covered up even when he didn't care for public nudity. He couldn't help but stare at your plush thighs and tits that wanted to spill out of your lacy bra. His heart leapt when he remembered how beautiful you are.

"Why are you so far away?" You asked referring to the large width of the corridor, "Come closer," You reached your hand forward, beckoning him towards you. When he didn't come forward, you joined him at his wall, your shoulder leaning against it and watching as he turned so his shoulder was leaning against it too.

You watched closely as he licked his lips, not realising the fact you had taken him away from other partygoers. Lonliness leaving space for you to do anything. You became flustered with the idea, glancing at the ground and digging the heel of your shoe into the floor.

" Were you and your friends talking about me? They were all staring at me," He asked, hoping he'd coax the information out of you.

His 'issue' with his penis wasn't something you cared about at all. You had said many times in passing that what mattered was the 'motion of the oceon' despite never having coutous before. However, what you had said was rude and unforgiving, something tomura would see as cruel. Even if he wouldn't cry like you do, he would go silent and probably write how you should die in his diary. You hated tommura being mad at you.

"No, we were talking about Dabi."

'Him again', he thought. All you and your friends spoke about was your crush on the goth. You even wasted your time trying to convince Tomura you hated him by insulting the guy cause you knew he would be jealous. That made it tonnes worse. He remembered how in a pit of envy, he got his lobes and helix pierced.

"Hm." He answered.

You dropped it to not wanted to speak about him again.

"You look nice."

"Thank you." You didn't want to be one of those girls who dresses up for a guy that isn't even her man, yet here you were. You were glad he noticed. You felt uncomfortable in such a revealing outfit. Your discomfort didn't stop you from subtly arching your back so your tits would pop out more.

"I'm so glad you noticed, I was trying so hard to look impressive and try to make everyone happy with the party. I feel awful lying to school about this being a fundraiser," You watched closely as he went to lick his lips again, your eyes being unable to leave them. " I'm so grateful you helped me out," You looked at him, eyes reluctantly leaving his lips to avoid looking like you wanted to make out with him so bad.

" I couldnt have balanced everything without you."

Shigarki could've read the signal wrong, but he wasn't going to sit around and wait for a full verbal confirmation, especially since you were so bad at those. He feigned a stretch, extending his arms upwards so his shirt rose. He happily noticed your eyes grace his happy trail.

He rested his forearm on the wall above your head, getting closer to you, smelling the mixture of your sweat, nerves, and the sweet perfume you must've doused yourself in before coming over.

" I don't mind helping you," He muttered with a deep rasp in his voice. You froze, looking at his arm. All you could do was agree with Layla. His arms were so fucking big now, you could cream yourself looking at his biceps.

Tomura thought with the muscle he'd become a much more confident man. However, as you silently looked into his dilated eyes like you expected something from him, something to snap the tension that everyone but you saw, he felt hot and overwhelmed, his face going bright red.

He should probably kiss you right

"What?!" He asked, a little more panicked than he wanted, but you giggled and he felt a part of his body rising. He shouldn't keep a lady waiting, especially one undressing him like she loved him with her eyes.

"You look good," you whispered. Holding in your nerves as you heart pounded harshly against your ribs.

Tomura brought his other hand against the wall next to your head, standing in front of you and leaving no room to ask for personal space. You were as still as the wall behind you, and Tomura was as bricked as it. Your lips parted, watching his eyes glance at them and not your eyes like he was scared to know what you were thinking or how you were reaction to his close proximity.

You had a habit of forgetting how much taller and bigger Tomura was now compared to when you were younger. You couldn't see past him and the thought of him fucking you and you clinging onto his large muscular body was enough to immobolise you against the wall as yet again you had the fear you wouldn't be enough for him if you went further tonight.

He rested his forehead against yours, and didn't move, trying to calm his racing thoughts and the boner. You didn't get the memo, your long manicured nails, grazing his jaw as your hand went to cup his face. You looked at him through your lashes, watching him open his eyes and share your gaze,

This wasn't right. This was Tomura, your best friend of 4 years. You weren't meant to want to kiss him. You weren't meant to want him in this way. What would your father think if he knew you were close to the man whose foster father indirectly caused your mother's death.

You both hesitated, your movement slow and shaky as you tried to close the gap between the two of you. Tomura was hesitant for a different reason. He was scared. What if he'd kiss you and you'd still run away acting like he wasn't worth your time. What if it was only his body you wanted due to your friends gushing about it. What if you didn't have the same feelings he held for you.

Unfortunately your ringtone went off. One of your other friends calling you. You looked at his eyes then his lips, then rolled your eyes, reaching your hand into your bra to retrieve your phone.

"That wasn't meant to happen. i'm tipsy. I don't think of you like that. You're my friend," you stated. You felt embarrassed at the idea of Tomura thinking you were begging to be touched by him even if it was just a quick peck.

" Hello, Cynthia. Yes, I'll come right now, I just went to wee. Yes, on my own...."

Tomura's mood plummeted with your statement. You were still embarrassed of him and his 'small' dick it seemed. That's why you went after the guy with 11 piercing in his dick, Dabi.

He was gonna follow you back down to the party until he got a call.

"Yo whats the problem"

"Everyone's saying you got a micropenis, its dead funny, but some people are really running it to the ground, I think you should end this party here there's rumours of people going to try strip you-"

Tomur ended the call. He opened his phone and went onto the group chat you added him to at the start of the year. Every one of your friends were there, and he never felt comfortable speaking. It got to a point that everyone forgot he was there. Apparently, you did as well, since you'd answered the long list of insults comparing him and his father dick sizes with, 'he's not his real dad we'd never know if it's hereditary,'. Your comment made his skin burn and made a new wave of anger take over his body.

"That fucking bitch."

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The party continued as Tomura locked himself in his room, staring at the ceiling in deep contemplation while the strong buzz of alcohol filled his mind. He knew you were familiar with him now and that's why you spent so much time together.

He seemed to be so enamoured by you he forgot how horrible you could be at times. How the only reason you were so nice to him in the first place was to leach off his father's money that he's so happy to give you ( even with the possibility of it being blood money ).

He also forgot how much a word from you about anyone could end them. You yourself weren't aware of this power, but Tomura constantly being on the receiving end of this stick felt its negative effects all the time.

Especially now that Iguchi was telling him that people were accusing him of sexually harassing you since you seemed so annoyed that your friends even brought him up.

It was hard to stay in his thoughts however with the overwhelming blare of music playing downstairs, it made him dizzy. Those stupid first years and their stupid music.

His phone rung. He looked over from were he was laying rolling onto his stomach to get a better look at who was calling.

He rolled his eyes when he say your name on his phone, a facetime call. He reluctantly picked up, gritting his teeth to stop himself from cursing at you when your sweet and obviously tipsy voice said a lovely 'hello'.

" I've been looking for you everywhere Tomu, I want to thank the host," you cooed playfully.

Tomura became visibly irritated, fighting the urge to throw his phone across the room. You speak shit about him, even when your friends aren't, then come to him expecting him to open his arms wide for you when you're bored and need entertainment.

Unfortunately he does just that.

" I'm in my room," he sighs realising how quickly he gave in.

" ooo you're going to his room," he heard one of your friends say with mischief lining her voice.

You saw you roll your eyes, a deep frown growing on your face answering "as if" before walking away.

You looked down at your phone and smiled, telling Tomura to open his door for you since you didn't want people seeing you and getting the impression they're allowed in the east wing.

You ended the call, pulling out your phone camera and sorting out your appearance. If you were lucky, Tomura would be tipsy as well, and if you looked sexy enough and fucked, you could use the excuse of it being a mistake when faced with the embarrassment of rejection.

You reapplied your gloss before putting it into a plant pot in the corridor, in fact you emptied out your bra and put all your makeup in the plant pot.

You sighed, a smile on your face as you knocked on his bedroom door. You smiled when he opened it, slowly checking him out. Starting with his legs sweeping up, your eyes fiddled when it got to his crotch, quickly skimming to his bulging chest and muscular arms. Even though you fell for the skinny, blue-haired Tomura, you still appreciated the jacked, white-haired Tomura.

As your eyes reached his face, your smile dropped. He was looking at you like you spat in his face. He never really looked at you like that. The last time he did was at your high school prom when he thought you asked him as a pity date.

" Is something wrong?" You asked, biting your lip as the idea of anyone having a problem with you made you feel nauseous.

"No."

He opens the door wider and lets you walk into his dark room, blue LEDs keeping it illuminated. LEDs he got because you complained about not being able to see in the dark like a weirdo.

You didn't believe him though, he looked so angry with you, it made your chest burn.

" Are you sure, you look upset?" You asked, he stood in front of you as you sat on the bed, you reached forward to hold his hand in yours and stroke it gently, something you find soothes him, but he just yanks his hand away.

" I'm not in the mood for you to be overthinking. I said I'm fine!" He steps away from you and goes to sit by his window, opening the curtain, something he never does, and staring out into the night sky.

You chew your lip again, trying to figure out what you could've done to make him feel sad.

" Tomura, you tell me everything, just let me know if you've got a problem with me," you muttered, standing up to join him at the window. You stop halfway when he turns to you abruptly.

" Forget me," he sneers, his rasped voice strained further as he holds his anger in, " why are you here? What do you want?"

" I just hadn't seen you in hours and want to chill,"

" Are you sure you wanna 'chill' with me?" He holds his fingers up, leaning against the window. As angry as he is with you, he noticed the shimmer of your lips and felt himself unable to address you properly.

" Of course, why wouldn't I?" You take a few more steps forward, " you're such a cool guy," you smiled, hoping he'd reciprocate, but you get no such reaction.

" I'm not too sure if I'm a guy, my dick being too small for it and all."

Oh.

Your breathing got caught in your throat, your eyes going wide as your face went red. You were so embarrassed with yourself. Of course he hates you now. He's gonna send you to live with your dad or an apartment that you'll have to pay for on your own, cause he hates you now.

Your lip wobbled, you felt yourself tearing up, you knew you couldn't go back to normal after this, you'd have to live with the forever guilt that Tomura Shigaraki hates you and wants you dead.

" Wha- why the fuck are you crying!?" He exclaimed in anger, " why now of all times are you making yourself the victim?!"

"T-tomura, I didn't mean to tell everyone it just came out, " you wailed, the back of your hands wiping your tears as they quickly fell down your face.

He rolls his eyes, ignoring the way his chest burned when you began to cry harder, not because he didn't like you sad, but because he was so angry with the way you were behaving.

"Just came out," he rolled his eyes, then looked at you, " I can't deal with you, every time you do something wrong, I have to be the one to convince you're a good person. You are not a good person! You irritate me daily, I have no idea why you're friends with me, I don't know why I entertain myself speaking to you-"

" you don't mean that,"

"That's the thing though, I do. You beg me to throw a party at my house and flaunt yourself like a slut and don't deny it cause everyone knows you are, then to add insult to injury, you tell your friends, who already think you're sleeping with me out of pity, that I have a small dick!"

" it wasn't like that, I swear I was just embarrassed," and almost like some sort of prey instinct took over yor body, you were on your knees in front of him begging him to believe you.

" I don't care about stuff like that, I promise! I just wanted your attention!" You crawled forward, getting closer to his feet. Your tipsy brain is telling you to pull out his cock and just suck him off. It took Tomura a while to process how close your face was to his cock and how pretty your wide eyes looked tearing up and begging him to forgive you. "I'll prove it to you, I swear," you told him as you bit your lip, inexperienced with what you were actually supposed to do.

Only in Tomura's filthiest fantasies would you get on your knees and beg to suck his cock, saying you wouldn't be able to cum if he didn't fuck your throat. He wasn't gonna let an opportunity like this pass even if in the morning you'd both regret it and say it's a drunken mistake.

"Yeh?" He whispered.

" I'll do anything you ask, anything to show I don't care,"

" Is that why you're down there, you wanna make it up to me by doing me a favour?"

It's like you'd been dumbed down, degrading yourself into doing anything out of guilt. The amount of alcohol you consumed must've had you overestimating how much you owed Shigaraki. The thing is, he was drunk too, so your offer made complete sense to him.

You nodded your head, licking your already glittery lips as you glanced at his jeans. It might have been the alcohol, but his bulge looked a lot bigger up close.

Tomura might be very horny and drunk, but his mind was aware of the fact he'd been waiting years to have you like this, even if it was only for tonight. He didn't mind playing the role of a good time guy, if it meant you'd finally, after all the years of dragging him along like some pitiful puppy, see him as a potential lover or boyfriend. He'd love to do more for you than now; he wanted to cherish every moment with you, forever and always.

" Stand up," He said lowering his hand to assist you. You took it happily and continued holding it when you'd stood up. Your lashes had clumped together from all your crying and your mascara was running down your cheeks.

He pulled you closer to him, going to finish off where you started. He held his hand under your jaw. Your stomach flipped when you noticed his palm was the same size as your face. An instinct straight from your heat forcing you to latch your mouth around his thumb, swirling your tongue around the digit before slowly pulling your mouth off and giving him a devilish smirk.

"You're such a slut, you did this on purpose, didn't you?" he groaned before roughly smaking his lips against yours. It was very messy in your drunken haze, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth as you pushed and sloshed your tongues against each other.

Tomura was so intoxicated with you, he had craved you for years. Your mind, your body and you would be his. He'd make sure of it; he really had to make sure of it.

You wrap your arms around his neck, taking a second to wipe your spit with the back of your hand. You could feel your nipples perk with how his large hands groped you. He made you feel so small and plaint in his hold.

You wouldn't admit it to any of your other friends, but you enjoyed making out with Tomura Shigaraki.

" Are you gonna fuck me?" You asked innocently, holding onto his broad shoulders as you got off your tiptoes.

He shakes his head, stopping the large, stupid grin growing on his face from how excited he is. He felt like a kid. One that had been waiting to have a slice of his cake all day, and it's finally the end of the school day, and he can have a bite.

"We'll see," He tells you, his hands kneading your hips before dipping into the waistband of your skirt and panties to pull them down, " I want you to cum on my face first. You know, just in case my 'tiny cock' can't satisfy you," He adds as if he hadn't thought of burying his face between your thighs for years.

You're shocked when he lifts you off the ground. You had once again forgotten how strong he had gotten, how he practically lived at the gym if he wasn't gaming or at uni. Your pussy gushed at the thought of him forcing you to do his bidding.

He laid you on his bed, a lot gentler than you'd expect from Tomura. He removed his shirt, feeling hot and heavy under your pretty gaze. You examined him, your eyes landing on his blue happy trail that would lead you to what you were waiting to see again. Even if he believed you were disappointed, you really didn't care and were ecstatic to see all of him.

" Can't you get like fully naked?" You asked, hoping you hadn't made him insecure; you had a habit of unintentionally doing that.

Tomura shook his head and rolled his eyes. He wasn't listening to you right now. He was getting his revenge for what you said about him in your little group chat, and he was gonna do that by eating out your little pussy.

He lowered himself to his knees, looking directly at your dripping cunt and felt his cock kick in his boxers. He was getting ahead of himself, his tip already dripping pre and staining his undies. He just had to taste you, especially after getting a glimpse of your dripping pussy.

He was so fucked

He spread your lips and watched as your hole, covered in your syrupy fluids, winked at him. He had to eat you out. He wouldn't feel whole if he didn't have you in his mouth at least once.

He pressed his tongue flat against your slit and took a long drag up towards your clit. Your back arched off his bed, hands scrambling to find something to hold. Your mouth opens to let out a shocked protest. You didn't think you'd be so sensitive or so loud.

Tomura groaned, his arms looping around your legs to keep you spread so you didn't interrupt his motivation to stay alive. You glanced down and watched Tomura's red eyes gleam as he opened his mouth to suck and lick the essence coming out of your velvet walls. You felt hot when you heard the constant clicking of his mouth drinking your wetness with vigour.

"Tomura, you're doing way too much," You sob as you try to pry yourself away. You knew you'd cum extremely quickly, and the thought had you so embarrassed, you felt like crying.

His amorous tongue found its way into your cunt, tasting your spongy walls as they continued splurging your arousal. He was so satisfied like this, he didn't even need a fuck he could definitely get off aiding you like this, sloppily making love to your cunt with his mouth.

He kissed your hole and then latched his lips around your clit to suck on the sensitive nub as you continued crying out and begging Tomura to chill. His fingers made their way to your drenched hole, finding a home curling in and out of the pulsing muscle.

He once again licked a long stripe onto your slit before spitting onto your clit. You felt degraded, like he'd just spat on the floor. It made you feel absolutely filthy. You couldn't believe you would allow Tomura to touch you so messily, and you'd enjoy every second of it like some sort of common whore.

He lifted his face from between your legs, and you couldn't help but blush at the sticky wetness coating the lower half of his face. What made you even more bashful was the look of pure ecstasy in his eyes, like he'd been looking forward to tasting you since he'd seen you tonight.

" Do you think you can squirt?" He asked, his fingers suddenly picking up pace and drilling into the spot he had figured out earlier, has you keening. The one that had you crying for him to 'chill out just for a second' so you could take some sort of break.

"W-what, no. Tomura I-i dont want to make a mess~" You slurred when his mouth went back to sucking on your clit, your body melting into the sheets as you stopped fighting him.

Fuck, he was good at this. He was so nasty. He wouldn't stop groaning into your pussy, the endless vibrations making you convulse, your body and pussy.

You held onto the pillow tightly, feeling your whole body ache with electric heat, starting from your head and dumbing you as it spread to your perky tits and puffy clit. You squirted on Tomura's face, and he couldn't be happier.

Your pussy was so pretty and perfect for him, he could relax into it forever

He left open mouthed kisses on your mound like he'd be sad to part with it and he was. You shivered as you came down from your high. Twitching everytime his mouth kissed your folds or tongue threaded through them.

He wanted to do it again and again, and never let his tongue part with the sweet umami of your perfect pussy. Unfortunately his temper had other things planned.

He came to senses, wiping his face with the back of his hand before going back to what was at hand. He had to teach you a lesson about bullying and making up rumours when it came to your friends. He smiled when you looked up at him, but it lacked the comfort his smiles usually gave you. This one was devious, it made you want to chuckle nervously while leaving his room and joining the party.

That obviously didn't happen though, your newly found submissive side shining through as you just sat silently.

"You wanna turn around for me, I'm insecure, you know? On account of my tiny cock," He mumbled in faux upset. He laughed to himself. He thought you'd be in for such a surprise. You'd obviously only been with show-ers.

You sat up and raised your arms with your top to expose your breasts. Smiling bashfully you spun yourself around, laying on your stomach and putting your face into his pillows.

You heard the soft thud of his jeans falling to the ground and kicked your feet in anticipation. You were so excited, all your friends complained about how painful their first time was, mostly because they hadn't been prepared of horny enough.

You were prepared and horny, and since his dick wasn't as big as others, it should slip right in and be relatively enjoyable even if you don't cum. You were already satisfied.

Of course, that train of thought was interrupted by large, hot hands grabbing hold of your waist to hoist you towards his crotch, pushing his mass against your mound through his boxers. Your heart jumped when you felt it. It pushed harder against you, humping against your clit lightly when Tomura threaded his fingers into your hair to push your head into his sheets, his large chest pressing against your back, his deep, heavy breaths tickling your ear as he leaned over.

" You feel that? You feel it?!" He practically spat in your ear, ignoring the way you whimpered from the shock of his tone change. A minute ago, he was whimpering between your legs, practically begging for you to squirt on his face, and now he was growling in your ear, while pushing something that made you want to run to the hill against you.

You hadn't expected Tomura to be so rough with you. You also didn't expect him to feel so big against you. It was so shocking. It was so scary. Tomura was always mean when it came to the way he spoke, but he'd never shown signs of aggression when it came to you.

" Sorry," You mumbled.

" I asked if you could feel it, and you're saying sorry?" He asked rhetorically, knowing exactly what you were sorry for. Sorry for saying he had a small dick to literally everyone you knew and egging it on in a group chat.

"Mhmm, I do-it's big- I'm sorrrry," you rambled, your words slurring due to the sheets.

He was so enamoured by you, even if you didn't know it, you were so sexy to him. He'd literally evaporate when you looked at him when you were younger. But you guys weren't teenagers anymore, he didn't have to stay stuck with the idea he was a loser, and you were winning in everything in life. You literally relied on him to fund everything in your life, yet he felt inferior to you.

No more, not after tonight.

He pulled his cock out of his boxers, his whole body shaking with excitement. He loved how your cunt felt around his fingers; he doesn't know how he'd compute if you gushed around his cock. It had been a while since he'd had sex; he might cum on the spot.

He tapped his thick tip on your entrance, silently warning you that he was going in. His cock twitched when he saw a string of arousal connecting your cunt and his tip; it was a sign telling him to just stick it all in and do it now, and who was he to ignore fate?

You felt him push in, stretching your pussy further than your fingers or any toy had before. It shocked you. You hadn't realised that you'd crawled upwards running away from his thick dick. You didn't expect it to be so big at all. The fear of pain really scared you

" Heyy~ don't run away," Tomura cooed as he pressed your hand into your shoulder, keeping you still as you lay flat on your stomach. " My dick is too small to cause any discomfort," he teased.

" 't won't fit," you mentioned, tearing up in fear. He laughed, not seeing the issue if he was so tiny.

You gasped, a heavy accumulation of saliva developing in your mouth, drool collecting as he pushed into you, pinning your hips into the bed and your body into prone bone.

"It fiiiiit~"

His heavy breath pressed against your ear again, pressing soft kisses into the nape of your neck before leaving a taunting grunt in your ear as he bottomed out.

You were so snug and warm, he'd love to fuck you daily or stay like this, having his body pressing against you, feeling your soft ass against his hips and navel, he cannot forget the wet heat of your pulsing pussy.

"fuck- you feel me. balls deep baby~" He groans, his hand fisting the sheets by your head to get steady before fucking you so deep.

You're not even mentally there. You had tapped out. Your mind and body weren't prepared for how fucking good it would feel to have his mass digging inside you the way it was.

You felt like you could feel all of him, and it made you want to cum right then and there. You did not imagine at all you'd get the chance to feel the heaviness of Tomura on top of you anywhere but your dreams. You loved the feeling of this fuzzy navel on your ass.

You enjoyed how handsy he got when it came to you, even if it was pinching your skin and nipping the flesh of your bum. It scared you how much his thrusts and slaps had your body aching in delight.

His long hair fell onto one of your shoulders as he rested his head on top of yours. His thrusts were sloppy and sounded so embarrassing to you. You didn't know your cunt could make such obnoxiously loud squelches, you hoped the sound of you stupidly whimpering covered up the sound.

Tomura felt absolutely pathetic.

It was like this was the first time he'd encountered pussy. He had no control over himself or his body. He wanted to die in you. He felt like he was going crazy, your wetness soaking him and the bed under him.

He wished you knew how much your noises were affecting him and forcing him to stop himself from shoving his fingers down your throat just to shut you up. He couldn't control his hips; however, they pounded into you relentlessly, making strange noises release from your cunt as you gushed around him.

" Tomura, I'm sorry, can you calm down?" You plead, shivering as he delivers the meanest backshots ever. You imagine his hand becoming pale with how tight he was fisting your hair. " Please be more gentle, I haven't done this before,"

That was something he didn't think could be true, even if you didn't dress provocatively, you were such a flirty little people pleaser, and so many guys had bragged about fucking you. Then again, guys like Dabi were known liars.

He pulls out, watching you shiver and moan at the loss of his touch. He pulls on your shoulder so you're lying on your back so he can get a better view of you.

Your eye makeup had been washed off by your tears, and lip gloss smudged onto his pillow. Your eyes were glossed over with the thought of sex, and what Tomura couldn't get over was the look of obvious nerves that you had when you looked at him.

He smiles, this time, however, it's sweet, not the scary type he gave you before punching his mass into you.

He pushes your legs up into a mating press and slots himself back inside you. You arch your back, pressing your body against him. Your eyes bore into his, watching him objectify you with every mean thrust of his cock. You slotted your fingers into his long white locs, biting your lip as your face grew hotter with his mean stare.

Around the same time, one of your drunk friends was wandering the corridors of the west wing. She only knew the code to get in because you had mentioned it once when drunk before. She was on FaceTime with one of her other drunk friends, imitating a blogger while commenting on each picture or room she wandered into.

" This is where we keep our swords," she pauses, hearing the muffled whimpers of both you and Tomura, smiling to herself at the idea of catching an unsuspecting duo having a one night stand, " and this," she mentions as she pushes the already ajar door turning her facetime camera off selfie, " is where we have our orgies,"

She's left stunned for a second, tilting her head in the hue of the blue lights to try and figure out whether that third leg was real. Leyla, on the other side of the phone, audibly gasps, catching the attention of the naked and vulnerable Tomura Shigaraki.

He slips out of you, standing up and spinning around to see who was able to get onto his wing. His dick, too heavy to stand up on its own, bounces with every step he takes towards your friend. She hasn't moved, her eyes transfixed on the appendage between his legs. She hardly notices you're there.

She opens and closes her mouth like a blobfish. Tomura rolls his eyes, shutting the door in her face and locking it. He knew you wouldn't send your friend to perv if you two were fucking, but seeing her was enough to bring back his terrible mood.

He hovers over you, and your hands instinctively slide up his shoulders and hold the hairs at the nape of his neck. His larger hand hold onto both of yours, removing them from his hair, and places them above your head.

His cock quickly begins to dig into your pussy. His tip punches your cervix relentlessly. He humps into you like some sort of rutting dog, like he's trying to prove a point. He's loud and whimpers into your neck, continuously sucking love bites onto your collar.

Tears pearl at your lashline, so overwhelmed by how good you feel and how good your Tomura is fucking you.

" T-tomura, you're fucking me so good-" You whisper lustfully into his ear, toes curling as he moans in response.

His free hand leaves the bedside and latches around your neck. The sound of your voice dizzies him and almost makes him want to blurt how much he's longed for you.

" Shut up."

He shushed you, his hand tightening around your neck deliciously, so he could focus on lasting longer instead of the seducing noises coming from your mouth. Though it's futile since the sloshing of your gummy walls sucking in his cock makes him want to cum immediately.

Leila was so right, he does choke you so well.

"Give me a sec," he suddenly mumbles.

He pulls out to stop the feeling rushing to his cock, wanting to savour the feeling of you for a lot longer. He didn't know if you'd let him have you again; he couldn't let it end so soon. His fingers rushed to your clit, his hand steadily staying clamped around your neck as he kept you keening in pleasure.

You look disappointed, the best you can, addicted to the feeling of him in you and gasping in an attempt to protest the loss of him inside you. He removes his hand from your neck to give you time to catch your breath.

You were too cockdrunk now to let him leave you unsatisfied, you weren't going to cum unless it was around his cocok. You swing your leg over his pelvis, hovering your pussy over his tip. You then split yourself open, spearing him in you and letting out the loudest moan.

You tested the waters, bouncing up and down, trying to get yourself off without exerting all your energy. You honestly couldn't understand how he was able to be on top for such a long period. You were so close, getting mad at yourself for getting tired in the first place, since you'd have to pick up the speed again.

" My legs ache," you mumble as you slow down, a disappointed look on your face as the beautiful feeling of an orgasm fades away.

Tomura rolled his eyes, grabbing your hips and wrapping his muscly arms around you before moving you up and down his length like a fleshlight. One of his hands snakes down to strike your ass, grabbing the fat of it before striking again.

You had realised today, you get off to the feeling of being spanked, always the masochist. You bit your lip, your body heating up exponentially, squeezing around Tomura's thick mass. Your toes clenched, body tensing as electricity ran through your veins. You swore you'd never cum this hard with anyone again, even with your lack of experience, you knew it could never be better than this.

You swear you see stars when you squirt everywhere and cream around him, leaving a white ring of arousal at the base of his cock with every thrust he uses to ride out your release. You were still cumming, still letting your seducer's name leave your lips in a salacious chant, pulling his hair and stopping the urge that wanted you to scream from the top of your lungs that you're in love with him.

Once finished, you slumped against him. His finally ceasing movement to feel the warmth of your pulsing pussy, calming down from the shock of your pinnacle.

" You wanna cum Tomura?" You ask once aware of your environment.

He nods vigorously, of course he wants to cum, you've gushed around him for half an hour, creamed on his cock, squirmed on his torso and screamed his name into oblivion. You wouldn't have to do much to help him finish.

You slid off him and cringe as you look at the mess you've made all over him.

" Fuck, I'm so sorry Tomura," you muttered, moving back sluggishly and pressing your tongue against the part of his torso your juices landed on.

It was so filthy, your eyes wouldn't leave his. He watched as you licked his sensitive balls and thighs, leaving love bites in your wake. His dick wouldn't stop pulsing, his excitement obvious to anyone.

Though he was patient, patting your head as you let your tongue drag across the tender skin right above his cock.

" Mhm fuckk-" He whines, you licking up one of the veins on his dick and then going straight to deep throating him. You always kept this list of instructions in your head:

always remember, suck cock, massage balls, no teeth, make sure it's wet and sloppy, drool if needed.

A little something your friend told you.

It was obvious you were doing good, Tomura was practically shaking, his hand fisted into your hair with every erotic gag you delivered to his cock.

He had to let go, your mouth felt so good around him, he could feel it from hus toes to his balls and the veins in his dick. He was there.

" Cumming, I'm cumming!" He exclaimed. You latched onto him, your mouth clasped around his tip, wanting to get all of him in your mouth. Of course, you swallow it all, shortly before passing out from drunk, horny fatigue.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself in Tomuras bed.

That itself was a normal occurrence; however, when you looked down at your body and found yourself wearing one of his stupid gaming t-shirts and nothing else, a flood of memories hit you in the face.

You squeak, you must've looked so desperate and pathetic to him. You were so embarrassed.

You had to let yourself out before he woke up and angrily asked why you were still here, like in books.

You looked at the snoring man next to you, then your folded clothes on the chair on the far side of the room. You slip from under his arm, being as quiet as possible and attempt to stand up.

Your legs wobble beneath you, and your pussy aches from being used like a fucktoy the night before. You didn't notice before, but your ass cheeks sting. You do your best to waddle towards your clothes from the party, slipping them on before making a dash out of the door.

Tomura wakes up the next morning, the happiest man on earth. He'd finally had you, the girl he'd been in love with since you were in 9th Grade, in his bed whining HIS name. Not only that, but he was her first, meaning he obviously meant something to her.

He turned over, seeing you not there. He didn't think much of it, you sometimes went on a wander in his house.

Tomura got up, not caring for the fact that he was in his boxers and checked out the destruction left by the patiers. Kurugiri was gonna have a horrible day.

He stopped in his tracks when his phone vibrated in his hand. He received a test from you. One that ruined his whole evening

Her<3

yesterday was a grave mistake, I was drunk. let's make sure it doesn't happen again :)

Part 2?

Imagine it's late at night, the graders should be asleep. But you, Newt, and Thomas are out in the trees away from the others.

You're cuddling into Newt, your hands fisted into his shirt while he slowly fucks into you. Thomas is next to Newt talking about what he did today in the maze. Newt angles his hip back slightly causing you to squeal at the new angle.

"Don't be rude, love; Tommy is telling us how his day went," You whimper and nod, biting his shoulder and staring at Thomas. Thomas continues talking, going into full description to tease you and to make the story longer.

You reach for him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you. He choked on his words and then kissed your tear-covered face.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"S'too much."

Thomas smiles at you, pulling your hair back from your wet face. "Y'can take it, baby," Thomas affirms. You whimper and your eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure.

Newt's thrust was slow, his hands gripping your hips to meet him halfway. Thomas kisses you, his warm soft lips pressing against your quivering ones. Thomas' hand rubs your back, comforting you to take what Newt was giving you. You had already had multiple orgasms during the long talk of how the boy's days went. Your body was spent, running on adrenaline from the amount of pleasure it was receiving.

"You're perfect," Thomas growls kissing your wet nose. Your eyes flutter, the pressure already forming.

"She's gripping me, Tommy," Newt whines. Your mouth falls open, the grip on Newt's shirt becoming tighter.

Newt's thrust becomes quicker and sloppy, becoming unpredictable. Thomas' hands hold Newt's guiding his movement and her body to fuck onto his cock harder. Your head falls back, your arms pushing you back making your naked torso arch. Thomas' face was above yours now, he stared into your half-closed eyes, his eyes filled with a predatory gaze. Your pussy clenches around Newt, his cock twitching inside you. He cums quickly, his body becoming stiff. His cum oozes out of you, a white sticky circle around your hole.

In a swift movement, you were pulled off of Newt, now on top of Thomas. His thrusts were brutal, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Tommy, please," you beg.

Thomas doesn't give you mercy and continues thrusting hard into you. His tip kisses your cervix repeatedly, the pressure from it making your mind numb.

"Come on, honey. I've been running all day, help me out will ya?" he slurs out.

Newt comes from behind you and guides your head to look up at him. His hand wraps around your throat and gently squeezes the sides. He leans down kissing your lips before littering kisses on your face.

"Love, you gotta help him, he's tired."

You nod quickly, too deep in a mindset to argue. Your hips start bouncing on Thomas, making his cock hitting your cervix like Newt's was earlier. Thomas' cock was slightly shorter, making up for its girth and stretching you out. Newt fingers the entrance of your ass, your eyes going wide.

"You think you can take both of us?" Newt whispers softly.

You nod eagerly, "Please, just want you both."

Thomas chuckles at your neediness; His arms wrap around your torso and stop thrusting into you. Newt's tip goes in, the beginning being uncomfortable. He waits for you to get used to the feeling. Thomas becomes impatient and starts thrusting into you, while Newt goes slowly so you can become used to it.

"Just fuck her," Thomas growls to Newt. He obeys and starts fucking your behind. He grips your ass, spreading it and massaging the plush flesh.

You feel them both, their dicks only being separated by a thin wall. They feel each other as well, the hardness making them turned on when more. You clench around them and they both groan if approval.

"Again," Newt commands. You obey and clench around them longer this time, trying your best to keep doing so.

Thomas reaches down with a hand and starts toying with your clit. Newt's hold on your throat tightens slightly at the sight of the movement. You cum at that, beginning to scream as Newt's hand that was on your ass and covers your mouth.

"Don't wanna get caught, do ya love?" You shake your head, your eyes wide and your eyes furrowed with pleasure from the overstimulation. The pressure returns and Thomas groans.

"You like that, you filthy slut? You wanna get caught?" his thrust gets harder, Newt's thrust being gentle and makes your mind hazy from being gentle and hard at the same time. "You want Alby or Gally to see you like this? Being used like a little whore?" His fingers on your clit, his filthy words, and the pleasure from both men push you over again. You've lost count of how many had, not even caring to count for being consumed by the filthy pleasure.