Tomura isn’t a virgin. No, he hasn’t been one for probably 3 years now.
He was 17 when he lost his virginity. It wasn’t anything special, and it sure as well wasn’t anything great. But it was memorable.
For all the wrong reasons.
He remembers being a horny teenager who had no sexual outlet except for hentai games that he pirated on his computer, shitty porn sites All For One wired into the computer wifi, and a poorly made pringles can fleshlight DIY he saw on reddit.
It’s embarrassing to think about now, the way he was so desperate to fuck anything. At first it was his pillow, but when he got too lazy to change the damn pillow covers every other night, he switched to digging a hole into the side of his mattress. Sure, that felt nice, but when his foreskin snagged on one of the bed springs, he ultimately decided to throw out that idea.
The pringles can was only a temporary solution to a, what seemed to be, permanent problem. So, when he got sick of fucking the rubber of some latex glove shoved in a spongy pringles can, he finally got the nerves to ask All For One for a more…practical solution.
You’d think he would’ve been more embarrassed, going up to his master, of all fucking people, and asking for a way to fix his sexual frustration. But he wasn’t. He was a brat who was way to fucking horny for his own good, and, to give himself some slack, it was also All For One’s fault for raising him to be a brat anyways.
So, after bringing up the problem to his master, who he assumed would, y'know, help him and his problem, you could assume he was more than furious when he had only gotten an amused chuckle and some bullshit sage words from him.
Then, it happened. A few days later, when he finds some older woman parading herself half naked in their bar, and he really, really didn’t know what to do.
Then he found himself in bed with her, pathetically fucking into her, admittedly, loose pussy. Not that there was any problem with that, pussy was pussy. But he could tell there had been…a few good years of dicks in her.
And yeah, maybe it was a nice fuck, but her voice was
so annoying. And yeah, he might’ve been a virgin until then, but the way she moaned and mewled out his name was so, so obviously fake. It kinda hurt his ears. She didn’t even cum either, which, well, he kinda expected, but it still hurt, surprisingly.
And when they were done, and she left, he felt his bed was a little colder than usual. He felt…gross.
Is that was sex was supposed to be like? Gross? Fake?
He didn’t have sex again after that day.
Not for the next three years. He didn’t complain about his sexual frustrations, which had mysteriously gone away. He didn’t use his DIY Fleshlight, and hardly even touched himself. It was weird, but, that’s growing up, right?
Now he’s above that. Now, he was going to fufill what he was born to do. What he was made for.
And then all those plans went down the drain the moment he met you.
You. So soft and…chubby. You, some girl he had met at the local video game store who was trying to figure out which pair of cheap headphones would be better. He didn’t think much of you at first. He just glanced at you and went to the nearest wall of video games. It wasn’t until he felt your finger tap at his shoulder, that he really turned around to look at you.
Soft. Fuck, so, so, soft. Your face was round and your eyes were filled with hesitation, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you shyly nibbled at it. Your voice was shaky as you asked him which headphones he thought were better, and despite the heart beat in his chest he bitterly asked you why you were asking him.
And then you giggled. You fucking giggled. A sound so fucking sweet he popped a boner the moment he heard it.
He doesn’t remember much from there. But that doesn’t matter now, right? Cause now he has you all soft and pliant for him, eagerly taking his dick like it’s all you knew how to do.
Your mound was soft and wet, pubes that matched the shade of your hair slicked down with your own arousal and his pre-cum. Your clit was perked up, eagerly twitching out of its hood with each slap of his hips meeting yours.
His cock fit inside you perfectly, fuck, like your pussy was made for him. You weren’t so tight that you were snapping his dick off, but you weren’t so loose that he could slide right out. Nothing like that woman’s.
And your moans were real. Real in the way where when he wasn’t hitting that spongy spot inside you, you would only let out soft gasps instead of those pretty moans he was slowly getting addicted to. Real in the way where your throat closed up and they became shaky when you started feeling that coil in your pudgy tummy.
And when you both came, you held onto him. You held onto him and you didn’t leave. You stayed with him, and for once he didn’t feel…gross. He didn’t feel regret.
No. You were warm. You were real. And you were his.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A/N: Here’s a little snack for y’all while you wait for my bigger posts <3 also not proofread, oopsie~
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I Only Want Sympathy In The Form Of You Crawling Into Bed With Me
Can u tell I get a lot of my ideas from songs?
Tags: fem!reader, college!au, loser shigaraki, popular-ish reader but not like stereotypical bimbo type, reader and tomura are study partners, reader gets cheated on and snaps at tomura, title highkey applies to both of them, they both want each other so bad trust me, virgin tomura, risky raw sex
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You’re being weird tonight.
Well, actually, you’re weird every night to Tomura. Always talking about your friends and activities and getting distracted, getting stumped on easy questions but helping him through harder ones.
But tonight you’re…quiet. And you keep checking your phone, typing furiously for a minute or two, then throwing it back down. And you haven’t asked for help a single time…or even really looked at him.
Now, normally, Tomura wouldn’t give a shit. It’s not like you two are actually friends or anything- just paired up for this damn project and working on homework together because you’re already there. But, y’know…it’s kinda concerning. So, against his better judgment…
“…What’s wrong with you?”
He’s surprised when you immediately turn and glare at him, snapping like he’s the source of all your problems as you clap back. “Nothing. Shut up and do your work.”
Tomura is take aback. Not hurt, of course, because he’s had much worse than that. But not from you.
Leaning back against the headboard of his bed, he eyes you flatly. You’re laying more towards the foot of the bed, homework forgotten to the side while you glare at your phone, thumbs tapping rapidly against the screen as you type up what must be multiple paragraphs to whoever’s on the receiving end of your wrath. He’s never seen that look on your face before either- twisted with anger and…hurt? Sadness, maybe? Honestly, the most annoying thing about this is that you still look fucking pretty even all worked up like this-
“What?” Your sudden snap at him makes, Tomura blink out of his light daze.
You’re glaring at him now, obviously annoyed with his silent staring. Shrugging a little, he glances to the side and grumbles lowly. “…Just wondering why you’re in such a bad mood.”
Sitting up abruptly, you huff in frustration and turn your phone off to unleash your anger on him instead. “I’m not in a bad mood.”
Annoyingly, Tomura grins a little at your insistence…and obvious lie. He looks at you again, still leisurely leaning against the headboard. “You obviously are.”
Bristling at his stupid little smirk, you grit your teeth and start getting off his bed. “I’m not. You’re just fucking annoying me, as per usual.”
This time, he rolls his eyes. You’re such a fucking brat, seriously. “I didn’t even do anything. You’ve been pissed since you got here.”
“Well maybe it’s because I have to spend hours in your dirty ass bedroom.” You shoot back, already starting to pack up your things to leave.
Frowning a little now, Tomura glances around his dorm. Wrappers, cups, laundry…you might have a point, but that can’t be the only reason. “…It’s always like this. Obviously something’s wrong besides that.”
Groaning in frustration, you snap the zipper of your backpack shut, glaring at him again. “Why do you even care? You’re always all pissy with me, why can’t I do the same?”
“I don’t care.” He grumbles back, crossing his arms and meeting your gaze flatly. “I just want to know what’s so important you can’t focus on our project.”
You frown, but it’s frustrated and…tight, somehow, like you’re holding back from saying something.
He rolls his eyes again. “What is it? Something not go your way? A party was canceled? Your boyfriend bailed on a date?”
His mocking grates on your already-frayed nerves, making your hands clench by your sides. God, if Tomura Shigaraki is good for one thing on this planet, it’s pissing you off.
So, without really meaning to, you blurt out your problem angrily. “I don’t have a boyfriend because he fucking cheated on me last night!”
At least he has the decency to blink in surprise. And he is surprised that a girl like you would get cheated on…but he’s also surprised that you genuinely trusted a meat head like your now ex-boyfriend. Tomura watches your eyes widen a little in realization at what you shouted before they lower and start watering.
Oh, god.
People crying isn’t really his forte. Especially girls- especially pretty girls- especially pretty girls who happen to be you.
After a good moment or two of silence, he speaks up again, not mocking anymore but still flat. “…That sucks.”
Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes even as you blink back tears. Shaking your head a little, you pull on your backpack and turn to leave. “…Thanks.”
It’s not like you were expecting much sympathy from him anyways…
“I could’ve told you he’d do that.”
You freeze barely two steps away from his bed. Then, slowly, you turn back around to face him.
“…Excuse me?”
Tomura blinks at you like he sees nothing wrong with what he just said. And maybe there is nothing wrong- but that’s not something you say to someone who’s obviously upset.
“The guy was an asshole. Of course he would cheat.”
You sputter a bit at his blunt statement, still jumping to your exes defense out of pure habit. “Wha- you- you don’t even know him- you never even met-.”
“I didn’t have to.” He cuts in bluntly, almost sneering a little now at the way you defend a guy who clearly hurt you. “Girls like you always go out with guys like him, then act shocked when they turn out to be pieces of shit.”
Wide eyed, you stare at him in slight shock. And, naturally, that shock turns to even more anger once his words sink in. ‘Girls like you’? What does that even mean?
“Girls like me? Guys like him?” You demand, taking a step closer and glaring daggers at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Finally, Tomura sits up a bit now, doubling down on his blunt assumptions. “It means every guy like him is an asshole, and every girl like you is too blinded by his looks to see it.”
“Really?” You shoot back, bristling with so much pent up hurt and anger that it just comes spilling out. “So, what, I should be with a guy like you instead? You want me to sit around in your disgusting room, watching you play your fucking video games all day and listening to you complain about the world?! You think I should spend my time with some- some mean, creepy, lowlife, virgin, loser?!”
There’s silence again. Heavier this time, with the weight of your argument. Tomura’s not hurt- again, he’s been called much worse. But still, he wasn’t quite expecting that from you. He stares at you, eyes flat and expression unexpressive. And somehow, it only makes you feel…bad.
“I-…” You start, looking away and lowering your voice again. “…Sorry, I…I’m just-.”
“Upset. I know.” He cuts in again, but this time you don’t get annoyed. Instead, you’re actually surprised he seems to understand you. “Yell at me if you want. Whatever makes you feel better.”
Sighing, you lift your eyes with a light glare. Since when is he so…genuine? He’s not even saying that to mock or belittle you- he’s actually just stating a fact.
“I don’t want to yell.” You tell him, your shoulders slumping a little as if you’re deflating. “I didn’t mean what I said, but-.”
“No, you definitely meant it.” He insists, grinning just slightly as he cocks his head to the side a bit. “That came out way too easily to be off the top of your head.”
You huff a little, crossing your arms now. “I did not mean it. I’m not rude like you are.”
“Then why’d you say it?”
Your jaw clenches a little as his “gotcha” moment, your eyes narrowing further. “Because I was angry, and you were being mean?”
“I was being honest.” Tomura states like it’s fact. “What, did you want me to comfort you?”
“A little sympathy would be nice.”
“You’re not giving me any.”
Now you just stare at him. Setting aside the fact he’s the one who started this argument (debatable, really), did you not just apologize to him?
“Why should I?”
“You just called me a lowlife, virgin, creep.”
“I apologized!” You’re exasperated at this point, standing by the edge of his bed even though you don’t remember getting closer. “You basically called me stupid while I’m already having a bad day!”
“I never said that.”
“You implied it!”
“…So we’re both feeling bad.” Tomura grins again. God, he’s having fun with this, isn’t he? “But we can fix it…”
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God, this is disgusting. Or…it should be.
Honestly, you did mean everything you said earlier. Maybe not the ‘lowlife’ part, but everything else? Yeah, pretty much.
He knows it.
You know it.
But Tomura also knows now that he probably was a bit out of line earlier. You’re hurting and he made it worse by trying to give unsolicited advice, he can understand that. You weren’t looking for solutions, you were just looking for someone to vent to, and he was there.
You know it.
He knows it.
But right now, none of that seems to matter, because you’re both too caught up in each other to even remember what you were arguing about.
Tomura’s got you pinned down on his bed, your ankles by his ears, his hands leaving bruises on your hips, whimpers in your ear, drool on your shoulder, and all damn near 7 inches pounding into your sopping pussy.
This should be disgusting…but it’s not.
Your moans ring out high and shaky under him, your hands clinging to his body, nails scratching red lines into his skin, thighs trembling with the force of his thrusts, on the brink of your second orgasm, and struggling to comprehend just how the hell a guy like Tomura Shigaraki is giving you the best dick of your life.
“Shit- ah!- T-Tomura-!” You squeal out, eyes clamping shut as he grinds against your clit seemingly completely on accident.
“Heh- ngh!- You l-like- like th-that?” God, he can barely speak through the way he’s whimpering and groaning through the overwhelming pleasure, and yet he’s still fucking smirking like that.
Nearly pouting, you whimper high and pull him closer, not even wanting to open your eyes to see the way you know he’s looking at you.
You were right about him being a virgin, for the record. But honestly…you would have no damn idea by now. He’s got this shit locked down, like he’s some machine you feed commands to and watch do perfectly. It’s actually stupid how good he is- astronomically better than your fuck ass ex boyfriend ever was.
“Y-yeah?- Mm!- B-better than h-him- ngh!- huh?”
Fuck, as if he needed another boost to his fucking ego.
You clap a hand over your babbling mouth, muffling your whines as your face burns with embarrassment. But there’s no use anymore- not with the way his tip rams into all those little sweet spots inside you, or the way he’s already got you all full and sticky of the cum he stuffed into you when he pushed in the first time.
A rough hand grabs your hand and pulls it off your mouth, but your eyes open in shock when he laces his fingers with yours and pins your hand to the bed. Tomura’s staring down at you, face red, lips glossy from his own drool, and yet he’s couldn’t look smugger about the fact he’s fucking you right now.
Or about the fact that you cum while making eye contact with him.
It hits you hard, making your back arch and your hand grasp at his hard enough to make him grimace a little. But damn, your face is just so pretty when you look up at him and cry and beg for more. Tomura grunts as you clamp down on him, adding to the sticky white ring already on the base of his cock from your combined releases.
“F-fuck- hah!- Gonna c-cum ‘nside a-again-.” He muses roughly, watching your eyes get all big and dewey as he fucks you right through your orgasm and into his.
“Y’want it? H-huh?” Tomura grunts, unable to stop himself from babbling now. “Didja e-ever let your- ngh!- s-stupid boyfriend- mm!- do t-that?…Ever let h-him- ah!- f-fill you u-up?”
You shake your head quickly, your free hand reaching to claw at his shoulder as he rams into you erratically. It’s true, too. Sex with your ex was so boring you never really wanted him to cum inside- also just the fact that it’s fucking stupid to let a guy do it. But with Tomura…it’s like you need it.
Damn near giggling now, Tomura leans down and sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, his hips stuttering as he plows you with jerky little thrusts. You’re driving him fucking insane, seriously. With your pretty face, and your wet little pussy, and the way your hand clings to him, and the way you’re moaning and crying out for him- his name.
God knows how fucking hard Tomura tried not to think about this before literally right now. He was in denial about liking you, and he knows it would be creepy to think about fucking you- let alone the fact you were in a relationship until today. No, he wanted to be respectful of you, even if you were on his mind 24/7 anyways. But now…now he actually has a chance, right? Not just for sex, but-
The thought makes a whimper catch in his throat, his hips stuttering one more time before he rams all the way in. A high, broken groan leaves his mouth muffled against your shoulder as he pumps a healthy load of cum deep inside you, pushing it in deeper with little grinds of his hips.
You eat it up, too. Mewling and arching, you drag him as close as possible and suck in as much as possible. Your shaky whimpers and pants echo in Tomura’s ear beside your mouth, making his brain and fuzzy with bliss and his eyes roll back.
“F-fuck…Fuck, Tomura…” You’re all breathless now, the disbelief hitting quickly as soon as he’s done cumming.
“…Hm?” He grunts out, heaving as he pulls back a little to look down at you, dazed with pleasure but focused on you. “…R-Regret it now?”
Your eyes fall shut as you pant and relax under him. He can feel the way you still flutter lightly around him, your thighs twitching a bit even as your expression softens.
Then, blessedly, you shake your head a little. “Was, like…t-too good…”
A relieved sigh leaves his lips before he can help himself, his shoulders relaxing as he holds himself off you. But of course, he’s still too damn cocky about it. “…Forgot a-about your ex?”
Face flushing a deeper shade of red, you tuck it down a bit more as if you can hide. But then your eyes open, all big with satisfaction and a touch of vulnerability, and he just about dies.
Shaking your head, you murmur softly. “No…B-but I feel better…”
It’s a damn miracle Tomura doesn’t get hard all over again just from the way you look at him. Instead he grins a little and leans in closer.
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