Hair dryer 🍃☁️

Y/N: I still loved when he was btw-

Can’t believe they finally released the true ending.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMURA SHIGARAKI 🎂

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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.

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