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The way you fell is like the start to some shitty fanfiction or porno- just barely realistically and unintentionally suggestive. You lift your head hesitantly, hands heavy on his shoulders, eyes wide with embarrassment, and your thighs straddling one of his.

Tomura glares up at you- openly scowling, actually- his hands hovering around your waist…but he’s actually stopping himself from shoving you off. Most other guys would immediately take advantage of this, cop a feel or fully trap you on his lap. But no. Tomura looks downright disgusted.

“Hello? Get the fuck off me.” He growls meanly, sending shivers down your spine.

Finally snapping back to reality, you stop staring at him like an idiot and reel back- although now you’re more sitting on his knee than actually getting off of him. Hands still unconsciously gripping at his shoulders, you try your very best to reach one leg down and slide back without completely dragging your pussy across him. It’s kinda hard to stay coordinated while tipsy, though. His eye twitches when you slide back, practically feeling the way you unintentionally grind on his knee before standing unsteadily.

Tomura knows you. Somehow throughout all three years he’s been at this college, you two have had very similar schedules. He analyzes everyone in his classes, and he’s always annoyed when he sees your stupidly pretty face in the crowd. That doesn’t mean he’s actually talked to you before, though. No, he’s one of those people that comes in, sits silently in the back, then leaves immediately when class is over. No talking, no participation unless it’s forced, and certainly no…fraternizing.

He watches you wobble on your heels, your hands tugging your little skirt back down into place. Rolling his eyes, Tomura sighs and lounges back against the couch like nothing happened, looking away and instead keeping his gaze on the crowd again. Shuichi should be back with those drinks any second now…

…Why the hell are you still standing there?

Dragging his eyes back up to where you’re standing, he levels you with a flat glare. Your eyes dart up from where they’d been focused suspiciously low, your lips parting a few seconds before you actually start speaking.

“…I’m…” You start, seemingly having trouble finding the words before you continue. “…Sorry ‘bout that, um…Shigaraki…”

That actually surprises him. You know him too? Interesting…

“…You know my name?” He asks lowly, uninterested in raising his voice over the loud music.

You nod anyways. God, do you know Tomura Shigaraki. Not in a creepy way, of course…at least, you hope not. You didn’t notice him much at first, but going into your second semester of freshman year, you recognized him from the past semester. He’d been scrawny back then- faded blue hair and a habit of mumbling to himself, kinda twitchy, and all around just kinda…’weird’. Your sophomore year, there was a significant difference. White hair that reached his shoulders- and even long by the time the year ended- and he’d obviously started working out even if he still wore baggy clothes most of the time. But it’s not like it’s unusual for college kids to change their appearance once they get out of the house.

Now, in y’all’s junior year of college, he’s grown into a real looker. White hair down his back, still mostly black clothing but he could be found in slightly-tighter styles now, minimal bracelets or rings or necklaces (which only really started after he started hanging out with that guy Touya or something), and just generally more confidence. You always see him driving to and from class, his roommate (Shuichi, you think?) in the passenger seat, windows rolled down as he plays whatever rock or heavy metal he listens to.

In short, he’s only grown fucking hotter each year. And each year, you suffer more just knowing he’s in the back of the room, sitting there all pretty and quiet and pissed off…

Anyways, you should probably actually answer his question now.

“Uh…” You stammer, only growing hotter under his piercing gaze. “Yeah- I mean, we’ve actually had classes together forever- I dunno if you ever noticed, but—.”

“I noticed.” Tomura cuts in far too casually, a subtle little grin tugging at the corner of his lips as you gape at him. “Hard not to remember the same girl that’s in all my damn classes. Makes me wonder if you do it on purpose.”

Setting aside the fact it should be impossible to purposely get a similar schedule without sitting down together and doing it on purpose, the fact he’s even joking with you at all is throwing you for a loop. This is the first conversation you’ve ever had with him, let alone the most you’ve ever heard him talk period, and you’re already imagining a house and kids. Or maybe that’s just the drinks talking. Who knows?

Before you can respond, though, you’re sent stumbling forward again by some drunk frat guys stupid body ramming into your back. You yelp on the way down, landing heavily on Tomura’s lap yet again…except it’s exponentially worse this time. He grunts, instinctively grabbing your waist this time as you actually accidentally press against him this time…like, fully press into him.

Knee on his dick, tits in his face, pussy on his thigh, your little squeal in his ears, and for just a second or two…Tomura is in heaven.

Fuck…

Mortified, you struggle even more this time to pull back, completely red and flustered as you feel his breath on your cleavage and his hands gripping your waist.

“I’m so sorry-!” You quickly stumble out, pulling back and peering down at him with eyes the size of saucers. “Oh my gosh- are you okay?!”

Tomura just grunts, avoiding your eyes now as he glances down at his lap. He’s not hurt. The opposite, actually. He’s fucking hard. “…You’re real fuckin’ clumsy, aren’t you?”

Not noticing his problem yet, you swallow heavily and start squirming, trying to get off his lap yet again. “I- Someone pushed me- I promise!”

Instead of commanding you to get off quicker this time, Tomura tightens his hold and pulls you closer. “Yeah, I know…” He grumbles lowly, squeezing your waist and feeling his breath catch as your knee presses further against his cock. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you planned that too…”

Staring down at him in bewilderment, you tighten your hold on his shoulders as you try to pull back. You’re still worried you might’ve hurt him or pissed him off, and you have no idea why he’s still holding your waist. That is, until you follow his gaze. Oh…fuck.

—

Apparently in addition to being ridiculously hot, Tomura Shigaraki also has a big fucking dick.

You could’ve told him that just by seeing the print earlier, but you can really feel it as he rams into you now.

“H-hah…Damn-.” He chuckles from behind you, voice rough with pleasure as he pistons into you. “You love this, d-don’t you?- ngh-.”

Well, duh. You’re fucking clinging to the headboard, drooling, shaking, and moaning loud enough for the party downstairs to hear.

It happened so fast. He’d noticed you looking, you noticed him pulling you closer. He squeezed your waist again, a question in his eyes as he inched his hands down a bit lower to grab your hips. You shivered, caught between disbelief and a sort of elation at your crush looking at you like that. There were hardly any words, just a silent agreement and a hasty retreat upstairs.

And now, Tomura Shigaraki’s railing you in some dirty frat bedroom.

“Ah!- T-T-Tomura-!” You squeal out, whimpering loudly as he rams in, his tip smacking into your cervix.

For a guy you’re 70% sure is a virgin, he’s fucking you right. Tomura’s got a rhythm locked down, one hand groping your tit through your shirt while the other rubs perfectly at your clit under your skirt, his hips not giving you a second of reprieve, and his voice in your ear. He’s disgustingly good, and it’s only fueling the feelings you have for him.

“Yeah, talk t-t’me-.” He grits, and you can just hear the grin in his voice. “Tell me aaaall about it, p-pretty girl-.”

You absolutely gush around him, squeezing and clenching your wet walls around his raw cock hard enough to make him groan. God, it should be illegal to fuck this good. You’re babbling so loud for him, telling him all about how ‘g-good he is’ and how ‘big he is’- how he’s ‘so f-fucking hot’- how you’ve ‘always liked him’- how you’re just ‘s-so fucking c-close’.

Tomura smirks with a little growl, pinching at your clit just to make you scream. “How s-sweet- hah-.”

Your eyes roll back and your head lolls forward, your drooling mouth opening mindlessly to damn near gnaw at the headboard. The coil inside you is twisting tighter and tighter, your body shuddering and arching as you draw closer and closer to the best orgasm of your fucking life.

He can tell, of course. Precum spills from his tip, making your little pussy all sticky and wet, lubing the way even more for him to destroy you as hard as he wants. And you eat it up, combined juices dripping down your thighs, your blissed-out moans muffled against the headboard as you bite hard enough to leave little dents in the wood.

Rubbing roughly at your clit now, Tomura presses right up behind you, his hips never stopping as he grunts in your ear. “Gonna c-cum, huh?- mm!- Y’feel good?”

You nod desperately, voice pitching higher as you get closer and closer.

“Yeah? Gonna let m-me cum inside, baby?- ngh-!” What a stupid fucking idea…and yet you both pulse at the thought of his cum plugging you up.

Finally reaching your peak, your hips press back abruptly and your hand shoots back with it, grabbing blindly at his jeans riding low on his hips, holding on for dear life as you cream hard as fuck around him. It leaves you shaking and nearly screaming, your eyes rolling back far enough to see white and your ears ringing.

Tomura grunts harshly, his eyes darting down to watch his dick pump in and out of your sopping pussy, a white ring forming around his base as you cum on him. He throbs at the sight, swabbing a new batch of precum along your cervix as you grab onto him. “Good fucking girl…”

He barely realizes he said that out loud before he’s sinking his sharp teeth into the side of your neck, biting hard as he jams himself in as far as possible and finds his own release. Your walls clamp down, massaging and sucking the cum out of him as he shoots buckets of those warm, thick ropes into you. Groaning against your skin, his hands sink into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, crushing you back against his chest.

The feeling is fucking euphoric. Your hand tugs shakily at his hip, unconsciously urging him in deeper to fill you up more and more and more. The mewl you let out, all loud and broken, only pushes him to cum harder- red eyes rolling back and balls aching as he pumps every last drop into your waiting pussy.

When he’s done, he slumps against your back, slowly retracting his teeth from your skin but keeping every centimeter of his dick inside you. You’re both breathing hard, panting and shaking like you’ve both just run a marathon.

Tomura’s riding a wave of bliss, his arms tightening around you as he comes to terms with what just happened.

But you…Oh, you’re in Heaven. If you weren’t sure before, you are now: Tomura Shigaraki is your fucking dream man.

So it should be no surprise when a weak little mumble comes from under him, blissful but pleading, “…G-go out with me…”

He pauses for a second…then Tomura huffs a little snicker, cocking his head to see your face a bit better. “…We’ll see.”

—

♡ now, you weren't bad at games. maybe a little clumsy though, because you kept dying to the stupidest reasons. you saw him doing the water bucket trick one time and kept it in mind. the next day, when you were about to explore a ravine with him, you confidently said "look, i'm gonna be cool just like you!" and jumped into it - only to discover you hadn't filled your bucket with water beforehand. your scream as your character plummeted to the ground - drawn-out, filled with panic... it was the kind of sound that made anyone in vc choke on their drink, and tomura wasn't immune to that, contrary to most beliefs.

♡ for the first time in a looong while, he laughed. like, genuinely laughed - it wasn't that funny, but for some reason he just couldn't stop. the sound escaped him before he could mute, and for a second he pictured you hearing it and smiling back at your screen. when his laughter died down, he came to his senses and logged off out of - shame? shock? he didn't know, didn't need to know, either. all he knew was minecraft didn't feel as boring now that he's playing it with you. he did A LOT of thinking that night, hoping to figure out what was going on with him because surely, he wasn't letting dumb ol' you get to him, right? right???

♡ ever since that day, he logged on more frequently. why? well, at first he convinced himself it was an investigation - maybe there was something new about the game that made him tolerate it better for longer, maybe the new game mechanics, the new mobs - but no. the real reason was just you. he just liked the way it felt when you were there. he just liked you. and unfortunately for him, he reeeeeeally wanted to tell you that.

♡ there was no way he was going to say it out loud, nuh uh, and typing in the chat was...ehh. he dwelled on the matter for a long while - enough time for you to explore 5 different caves, get yourself killed 25 times, and come back with less items in your inventory than when you started venturing. the whole while, he watched you keep failing from afar every single time, grumbling to himself about "liking a fucking dumbass"

♡ when he finally figured out a way to confess though, it wasn't some big gesture. first, he made a temporary underground base near your own. then, when the time was right and you were offline, he executed his plan.

♡ the next time you logged onto minecraft, he wasn't online for the whole day. he always logged on minutes after you, so naturally you were confused. he didn't say anything in your DMs either, which made you believe - oh, he did something, didn't he? now while you weren't sure what that something could be, you assumed it was something that he knew would've made you mad and therefore, is hiding to avoid the consequences. wait, he didn't do anything to your beloved house you worked so hard to build, did he?!

♡ but what awaited you wasn't ruins of your house, nor missing items in your chests. in the middle was a lectern with a written book, and next to the lectern was a chest. you checked the chest to see everything you ever needed and wanted and looked so hard for - but you can squeal over them later. what interested you most was the written book, and written inside was:

"if u're cool w it, can i put my mc bed next to urs? js so i don't have to travel hundreds of blocks to get here."

you thought that was it. but wait! there's more. you turn to the next page.

"that was a fucking excuse. real reason is i like you and i thought saying it like that would be cool. shoot me. light the candle in my house if you like me too... or something. i dunno. just don't make me delete this world. i'll be online tomorrow, don't make it weird then. just be yourself. i like it when you're being you."

♡ you blinked twice, unable to believe what you just read. then you feel a little flutter in your heart, and your hands are sweating, because truthfully? you liked him, way before he did, way before minecraft - actually, minecraft was just an excuse for you to hang out with him more!

and now, time to set off on another journey - mission: find his house which is thousands of blocks away before he's online!!!

a/n: OH GOD FINALLY!!! you don't know how long i've let this rot in my drafts... from september 2025, it says here. it's not my best, but it's not that bad - so here i am sharing it with you all. lowk wanna strangle myself with my hair cuz i finished it up quick so i could share hehe aaa hehehehe