too pretty...

his ragged breathing scorched your ear as he held you in place, strong arms entrapping your waist. "too pretty," he panted, hips moving in slow yet deep strokes. each thrust was calculated, meant to savor every inch of your warmth.

"can't believe a pretty thing like you belongs to me," he lets out a low growl, punctuating each word with a particularly forceful plunge. "all mine."

his pace remained unhurried, but it intensified with each passing moment. he drove into you with unrestrained vigor, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the dim space. his mind slipped deeper, your warmth pulling him under like a dream he never wanted to end. but this was real, and somehow just as exhilarating.

his grip tightened, making you gasp out a breath as he picked up speed. the wet squelching was music to his ears, your moans harmonizing with the sound. he can't help but sing along with his own hushed grunts, voice cracking when he spews out those choked gasps you love.

"h-hold still. mmhn, fuck, just a little more-"

your hands scrambled to rest on his shoulders, the pitch of your voice turning higher when he hits that spot deep within you. and of course, he makes it his mission to keep hitting it - each hit made your walls tighten around him, until you came with a loud squeal.

"holy s-shit! yeah, that's the fucking stuff-" he holds his position as he explodes, hot spurt after spurt flooding into your insides. he forces himself to give you one last thrust, a faint breathy chuckle slipping past his lips.

"mmhn, fuck, that's my pretty thing." he gently swipes away the tears of overstimulation trickling down your cheeks, peppering your face with soft kisses to make up for it. "always so good for me, so eager to take it all."

he lets you collapse against him, cradling your trembling body in his arms. then, just before your eyes flutter shut, he presses a kiss to your temple - whispering the "i love you" you hear so rarely. his grip tightens slightly, just enough to let you know he's not going anywhere. tonight, he'll stay - he'll stay warm, and you'll stay his.

pairing: tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura x gn!reader

tags: yandere boyfriend, darling who loves shiggy's obsessive behaviour, established romantic relationship

shigaraki isn't a subtle yandere. even if he makes an attempt to hide his yandere side from you, you're bound to find out about it sooner or later!

however, shigaraki hadn't expected you to like how obsessive he is over you! but perhaps that just shows that you truly are perfect for his! the only person who ever truly accepts him for what he is and loves even the sides of him he never thought were lovable…

before shigaraki knew that you liked his yandere side, he always tried to tone down his behaviour. never be too possessive, too clingy or too demanding

but now? now that he knows you love that side of him? oh, he's letting it all out! his obsessive and clingy behaviour gets dialed up to 100% and he truly allows himself to be as much of a freak as he wants to be!

and everytime you smile or blush at his obsessive behaviour, shigaraki's heart flutters! you truly are perfect for him, loving this extreme side of him! he's falling in love with you more and more each day…

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The room was dark, the faint blue of Tomura’s monitor in the background being the only thing to light up the room. Its blue light casted an ethereal shine over your head, lighting up your hair and parts of your face with its blue hue.

Your right hand laid gently on his thigh, gently rubbing small circles with your thumb against his pale skin while your left hand slowly stroked his cock. Your lips were wrapped around the tip, sucking slowly and softly as you bobbed your head up and down on his shaft.

Tomura was sitting back on his bed, his eyes lidded as he gently ran a hand through your hair. He could see your lashes flutter with each bob of your head, your lips suctioning against his leaky cockhead and softly sucking up whatever spurt of pre-cum he released.

Soft pants escaped him as your head moved at a leisure pace, the hand gently running through your hair never once pressured you into going faster. Deeper.

No. No, how could he? How could he ruin such an intimate moment between the two of you, for his own selfish desires? He wondered when he had become so…caring over you. When did he begin to care about your pleasure as well? He doesn’t remember.

But it doesn’t bother him. It doesn’t bother him because now your pleasure is his. And if you find pleasure in slowly pleasing him like this, taking him in your mouth because you wanted to, then who is he to deny you?

And when you pull away from his cock, strings of saliva connecting your lips to him, he doesn’t dare close his eyes. Not when you gently pull back the hood of his foreskin, and not when you slowly stroke him until he spews a few needy spurts of cum.

Because when you let out a soft moan of satisfaction, your eyes closing as you look up at him with the most intense gaze full of affection, he can’t help but smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.