Enough To Go By (Chapter 10) -- A Shigaraki X F!Reader Fic
Enough to Go By (Chapter 10) -- a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic
Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Chapter 10
The feeling of hollowness doesn’t wear off. Not through the rest of your shift at work. Not through the class on the assessment and treatment of major trauma you’re taking, although you managed to take notes that will hopefully be legible later. It doesn’t feel even slightly better until you’re home, out of sight from everyone, where you can let the mask drop. It’s hard to wear it all the time. You’re getting tired.
Inside your apartment, you look around for Tenko, but he’s not in the kitchen, the living room, or the bathroom. Maybe he changed his mind about coming back. You head to your bedroom, stripping off your work clothes and throwing them into your laundry basket as you go. You did laundry a few days ago. The basket shouldn’t have much in it. But something catches your eye, and when you peer in for a look, you see a set of black clothes that looks a little too familiar for the fact that it’s not yours.
You realize whose it is in the same second as you hear a strangled sound from behind you, and the question bursts out of you at a volume that’s probably too high. “Tenko?”
“I’m not looking,” Tenko snaps. You glance over your shoulder and find him without the model hand and with both gloved hands covering his face. “Do you just start taking your clothes off the second you get home?”
“Usually there’s nobody in my apartment!”
“I told you I’d be back. Did you not believe me?” Tenko’s still averting his eyes, but he’s lowered his hands for the purpose of crossing his arms over his chest, which draws your attention to what he’s wearing. “Why are you staring?”
You can’t stop yourself. “Those are my clothes.”
“So? They fit. I have to wash mine and I don’t have anything else.”
You do buy your sleeping clothes oversized, and the difference between your height and Tenko’s isn’t enormous, but it’s still weird to see him sitting on your side of the bed, wearing a pair of your grey sweatpants that have seen better days and a tie-dyed shirt you made in high school. It’s undeniably bizarre, but – “You look cute.”
“I’m not cute. Don’t say weird things.” Tenko’s turning red. “Are you going to put on clothes or what? I want to talk to you.”
“Just a second.” You were going to put on your pajamas, but Tenko’s wearing them. You pick out another pair, change quickly, and come back, sitting down on the other side of your bed. “What did you want to talk –”
Tenko kisses you, cutting you off. In no time at all he’s rolled you beneath him, pinning you back against the pillows while his mouth opens against yours. His kisses are messy, his hands eager as they alight briefly on your shoulder, against your cheek, molding to the curve of your jaw or gripping hard at your hip. Tenko’s breathing is uneven, almost hyperventilating. He needs to slow down.
But you remember what he said the night the League stayed over: I don’t know how to do this. You’re going to have to show me. So in spite of the fact that he’s got you pressed to the pillows and his hands are all over you, you raise your hands to cradle his face, giving you more control over the kiss. Something about it seems to agree with him. He matches your pace, the sloppiness evening out, then deepening into longer, more involved kisses. His lips split again, but in fewer places than before, you think. The taste of blood in your mouth is lighter this time.
One of Tenko’s hands slides beneath your shirt and you draw back slightly. “I thought you wanted me to put clothes on.”
“I’m not saying take them off,” Tenko insists. “I just want – come on, please –”
You’re not sure what he’s asking for. He’s not even trying to do anything. Then it clicks. “You’re touch-starved.”
“What? No.” Tenko objects instantly, but he’s not a good liar. He can’t make eye contact, and his face, flushed before, is turning darker – and as if that wasn’t enough evidence, his hands are still in motion, seeking points of contact, places to hold on. “I need to touch my girlfriend. That’s not weird.”
You try to figure out if girlfriend is a step up or a step down from sidekick. “So I’m not your sidekick anymore?”
“Of course you are.” Tenko gives you an exasperated look. “Saying I need to touch my sidekick is weird.”
Your brain supplies you with the image of any of the top ten heroes telling the world that they need to touch their sidekicks, and you start laughing. Your laughter’s a little wheezier than usual, courtesy of Tenko’s weight on you, but it feels good to laugh. It’s not like you haven’t laughed at all since Kamino, but laughing with others is different. When you laugh with Tenko, your guilt doesn’t matter. He’s guilty, too. And if it doesn’t bother him, then it shouldn’t bother you.
Tenko watches you suspiciously. “What are you laughing about?”
“What would happen if Endeavor started his next interview talking about how much he needs to touch his sidekicks.”
“That’s disgusting.” Tenko’s expression twists, but he’s laughing, too. “Don’t bring up heroes. It kills the mood.”
“Does it?” You’re still cradling his face in your hands. You leave one hand where it is, cupping his cheek, and lower the other, tracing your fingers over the lines of his throat and running along his shoulder. Your touch is light as your fingers run down the back of his arm, avoiding anywhere ticklish until you’re touching the bare skin of his forearm. He’s thin enough that you can feel his muscles tense at your touch. “I don’t think so.”
“It does,” Tenko says. You kiss his birthmark, then his jaw, and feel him swallow hard. “It does. They ruin everything.”
Even as he complains, he’s tilting his head, exposing more of his neck for you to kiss. “It doesn’t feel like they’re ruining everything,” you say. You lift your other hand away from his forearm and slip it beneath his shirt, and he makes a sound through clenched teeth when you drag your fingers along his bare skin, just above his waistband. “You can admit it. I won’t tell anyone.”
Tenko’s body tenses, stiffens. “Admit what?”
“That making out with me is so good that even heroes can’t ruin it.”
Tenko laughs, a raspy, startled sound that trails off into a rough gasp as your teeth scrape over his neck. “I’ll admit that,” he says. His hips roll forward and you shift your legs apart so he can fit between them. “You can tell everybody. They’ll be jealous that I’m the only one who gets to –”
His hips jerk sharply. The sweatpants don’t leave anything to the imagination as far as his erection goes, and you startle at the pressure between your legs and the flood of heat that accompanies it. You pull away from kissing his neck, conscious that you’ve already left a mark, and kiss his mouth again.
His kisses devolve into messiness almost immediately, but this time you’re with him, as your priority shifts to finding a way to improve the sensation of grinding against him through your clothes. You’ve had some experience, made out with twice as many people as you’ve slept with, but you’ve never had a makeout quite as hot as this one. Tenko’s gloved hands clutch desperately at you, the needy sounds he makes muffled by your lips. You drag your fingernails the length of his spine and lift your hips up against his. Tenko whimpers, shudders. Then he pulls away.
Not just partially away, either. He’s all the way out of your grip, curled in on himself, every visible inch of his skin red. “Tenko,” you say, and he shakes his head. “What’s wrong?”
“We have to stop. Or I’ll –” Tenko makes a sharp, uncomfortable gesture. “Like some kind of –”
“Virgin?” You fill in the blank, and Tenko nods. “That’s not a bad thing, Ten.”
“You have experience.”
“Like, two condoms’ worth of experience,” you say, and Tenko snorts. He’s still too far away from you, but he’s not quite so folded up. “We can stop and do something else. Or I can make you come.”
Tenko stares at you for a second. Then he starts nodding – but just as quickly, he’s adding a caveat. “Don’t look. At my face. I don’t want –”
He’s embarrassed about his O face. You wonder if he actually knows what it looks like, or if he’s just assuming it’s weird. You can’t imagine him jerking off in front of a mirror to check. But this is workable. You part your legs further. “Sit here. Lean back against me.”
Tenko does it, and you situate yourself around him. You can’t see his expression, but you can kiss his cheek and his jaw and his neck, and your hands have free rein over his body. The urge to take your time getting to know him, to run your hands slowly over every inch of him until you know exactly how to make him squirm, is almost overpowering. But if you do that, he might come before you even touch his cock.
Speaking of that – you tug lightly at his waistband, and Tenko pulls the borrowed sweatpants partway down with shaking hands, along with the pair of clean but very old underwear he’s wearing. The first thing you note, inconsequential as it is, is that while the hair on his head is that odd blue-grey shade, his pubic hair is dark, like all his hair was when you were children. The second thing that captures your attention is his cock, hard and already leaking slightly at the tip.
You fight the urge to take him in hand immediately. You slide one hand down to his exposed hip, rubbing your thumb idly over the sharp crest of bone while making it clear where your objective really is. “Can I touch you?”
“Uh – yeah.” Tenko coughs, his voice already strained. “Yeah. Go ahead. Please.”
“I want to do this. You don’t have to say please.” You’re surprised by just how badly you want to touch him, how much you want him to fall apart in your hands, just for you, only for you. “Do you want to show me how to touch you? Or should I learn as I go?”
“You didn’t give me a tutorial about kissing. You don’t get one, either.”
“Fair enough.” You gently press your lips against the side of Tenko’s neck, then move the hand that was on his hip to fit around his cock instead.
Tenko jumps, shudders at your touch, and you move your hand cautiously, stroking the length of his shaft, swiping your thumb over the head the same as you’d do with your tongue. Tenko moans, a low desperate sound that drives a spike of heat through your abdomen, and you repeat the motion again. You kiss the side of his neck, lightly at first, then longer, lingering on the texture of the scar tissue under your lips.
Tenko’s back arches, his head falling back against your shoulder. “Faster,” he says, and you increase your pace. “Like that. More –”
He’s shaking. You feel it at every point where your bodies are pressed together. One of his hands grasps your thigh, hanging on for dear life, and you feel a sharp surge of pain, but your attention’s caught by Tenko’s other hand, still gloved, covering his mouth. You can’t let that happen. Not when he makes such pretty sounds. You peel his hand away from his mouth, press it to yours instead. Tenko gasps, shudders. His hips thrust unevenly into your hand, and he comes.
You slow down – the first time you gave a handjob, the guy snapped at you for not easing up fast enough – but Tenko shakes his head, almost frantically. “Not yet. Don’t stop –”
You keep touching him, as requested, drawing out smaller spurts of cum than the first, as he squirms and twitches and makes increasingly pained sounds. It worries you. “Tenko –”
“Stop.” Tenko’s voice breaks. He slumps back against you, his grip on your thigh loosening. “You – sorry. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you say. You’re not sure what he’s apologizing for. “Overstimulation – is that something you’re into?”
“No. I just – you’re never going to do that again, so I wanted it to last.”
“Tenko –” You struggle to wrap your head around what he just said. It doesn’t make any sense. “Of course I’m going to do it again.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not,” you say. “I’d do it again right now.”
“You wouldn’t. I thought it would be okay if you didn’t look at me but then I made all those stupid sounds –”
“I thought those were really hot.”
Tenko coughs. “What?”
“I like them. I like everything about what we just did.” You’re not sure if it’s possible to overstate this, and you’re not sure how to convince him, except – “If you want to touch me, too, I can prove it.”
You’ve barely finished the sentence before Tenko’s twisting to face you, pulling up his sweatpants one-handed. You get a look at his expression before he leans in to kiss you, just enough to confirm that there’s nothing weird about it at all. He pulls at the waistband of your pants. “Take them off.”
You pull them down, leaving them hooked around one ankle. Tenko studies the pair of underwear you’re wearing. They aren’t anything special. You wonder if he’s going to comment on that, or on how visibly damp they are, but instead he reaches out, touches you through them. A second later his eyes light up. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, you did.” Your fingers are still sticky with his cum. You think about wiping them off on your shirt, then change your mind and suck your fingers clean, swallowing in a hurry and noting the way Tenko’s jaw drops. “I told you. It was – hot –”
Tenko sits forward to kiss you, his mouth sealed to yours as his hand presses flat against your stomach and slides beneath the waistband of your underwear. The texture of his exposed fingertips is rough enough to make you startle as they slide past your clit, but that’s not on his radar at the moment – he’s too busy probing around in the wetness between your legs, fingers brushing maddeningly close to your entrance before finally pushing inside. He starts with two fingers, not one, which is a stretch, but not quite more than you can handle. You gasp, and his lips curve into that too-wide smile against yours.
Tenko’s overenthusiastic at first, just like he was with kissing the first time, and you catch his wrist. “Slower,” you say. He nods. “Curl your fingers a little bit.”
“Like that?”
Your legs are starting to shake. You nod, and Tenko does it again, and again. His other hand yanks the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down and out of the way. With more room to maneuver, the angle of his fingers changes, increasing the pressure against the most sensitive place inside you and bringing the heel of his hand into contact with your clit every time he works his fingers forward. You’re so wet that there’s next to no resistance. His gloves are going to be ruined.
You feel hot all over. Your nipples are hard, visible through your shirt, and Tenko’s free hand is under your shirt within seconds of noticing it. He circles one of them with his thumb, then rolls it between thumb and forefinger, and the roughness of his fingertips makes even the gentlest motions all too intense. “Tenko –”
“What else?” Tenko’s eyes are intent on your face in a way that almost makes you uncomfortable. “I can do more. Tell me what else.”
“Kiss me.” It’s all you can think of, all you want, and Tenko’s mouth crashes down against yours as soon as the words have left it. You wrap your arms around his neck, take a loose grip in his hair, and stop fighting the wave of pleasure sweeping through you. Every muscle in your body clenches, tight and straining, through thrust after thrust of his fingers – and then the heel of Tenko’s hand presses against your clit for a second too long, and you fall apart, head spinning. You clutch Tenko closer, kissing him until you have to pull away to breathe.
Tenko’s fingers slip out of you, and even though you’re oversensitive to an almost painful degree, you whimper at the loss. Tenko notices, smirks – no, smiles. “Don’t worry. I’m definitely doing that again.”
It makes you laugh. “So you’re convinced?”
“Yeah.” Tenko raises his fingers to his mouth and sniffs them, then tastes them. He’s grinning when he lowers his hand again. “I’d say we leveled up.”
Your face flushes, and worse when you see how much moisture is still clinging to his fingers. “Sorry about your gloves.”
“I’ll just wash my hands.” Tenko looks like he’s never been less concerned about anything in his life. “Don’t go anywhere.”
You’re not sure your legs would hold you up, and Tenko looks a little shaky himself as he slides off the bed and heads to your bathroom. You think about putting your underwear back on, but they’re way too wet, and you throw them into your laundry basket without getting up. You still feel too warm to put your sweatpants back on, so you pull the hem of your shirt down and stretch out on the bed anyway. Tenko comes back a moment later. He looks pleased to see that you haven’t left – but then his expression sharpens. “What is that?”
You don’t know what he’s referring to. You give him a puzzled look, and he sits down on the edge of the bed, yanking your leg roughly into his lap. “These. Where did these come from?”
These – the three raw marks in your thigh, not scratches, more like burns or sores. They’re not so much bleeding as oozing. You remember the sharp pain in your leg when Tenko grabbed it, something you’d written off in the moment. “I think you. You were holding on.”
“That’s not how my quirk works,” Tenko says sharply. “It takes all five. And I can’t stop it when – it can’t have been. You’d be dead.”
“No. You’ve used your quirk on me before and I’m still here.”
“I didn’t,” Tenko snaps. “You wouldn’t be. You’d –”
He breaks off, because you’ve pulled up your sleeve. The injury to your wrist on the night you saw Tenko for the first time was healed before the sun came up, but the scar is still visible – jagged furrows in your skin, extending around your wrist from five points of contact. Tenko stares, jaw clenched, eyes wide, and you think through what you know about his quirk. It’s called Decay. It only activates when all five of his fingers make contact with something, or it’s supposed to. And based on what he’s saying now, it’s supposed to function as a chain reaction, something that can’t be stopped once it’s triggered. Except it can be stopped. He has stopped it, both of the times he’s used it on you.
Tenko’s expression twists in a way that looks agonizing. Both his hands lift from his sides, clawing hard at his neck, but only one of them stays there. The other comes up to scratch at his face instead, to yank hard at his own hair, to tear into the skin above his right eye, in the same spot as his scar. You’ve seen him melt down before, when you were kids, when he got too stressed or too upset or when something had gone wrong at home and someone had asked him about what happened. But never anything like this. It’s horrifying. You can’t just sit here and watch.
“Tenko, stop. Please.” You keep your voice calm, even as it shakes. You catch his wrist with both hands, ignoring the hand scratching his neck in favor of dealing with the one that’s tearing at his face. “You don’t need to do that. Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Tenko doesn’t answer. His eyes are glazed, and he’s fighting you, stronger than you. His neck is bleeding. Soon his face will be, too, unless you keep his hand away. You keep talking, senselessly. “You don’t have to hurt yourself. Please don’t, Tenko –”
One of his nails bites deep into the side of his neck. Too deep. A spurt of blood comes up, and something in your mind snaps. You let go of his wrist with one hand and cover the marks on his neck, taking his scratches on the back of your hand instead. His blood is hot against your palm, and you fight down a surge of panic. You can’t stop him. He can hurt himself badly, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You don’t even know why he’s this upset. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. Whatever it is, it’s not worth –”
Tenko lurches away from you, tearing completely out of your grip, and stumbles to the bathroom. A moment later, you hear him retching. You don’t waste time thinking about what to do next. You get up and chase after him.
The last time you followed him when he was trying to get away from you, he hurt you. This time he’s in no condition to hurt anyone. He’s on his hands and knees vomiting on the bathmat, blood staining the collar of his shirt. The instant the vomiting stops, Tenko slumps forward, and you barely manage to pull him back in time to stop him from going face-first into the mess. He’s almost completely limp when he falls against you. You keep his head and shoulders elevated in case he throws up again and struggle to come up with a plan.
If a patient at the clinic melted down like this, you’d stabilize them and maybe call an ambulance. Stabilizing Tenko is well within your abilities, but you have no idea where this reaction came from, whether it’s within the range of possibilities for him or it came completely out of nowhere. Does that even matter as far as treating him goes? No, you decide. It doesn’t.
You were just learning about treatment for major trauma tonight. You start by checking Tenko’s breathing and heart rate. He’s hyperventilating and his pulse is fast, his skin pale. His eyes are open and his pupils are dilated. The biggest injury to deal with is the claw mark on his neck. You yank a towel off the bathroom counter with one hand and press it against the side of his neck, trying to contain the bleeding, then reach up again and turn the sink on cold. Once it’s as cold as it’ll go, you cup your hand, fill it with water, and splash it into Tenko’s face.
He startles in your arms, tries to lurch upright. “What –”
“It’s just water. Your heart rate’s really high, and I’m trying to bring it down. Cold water activates the diving reflex. That’s all.” You do a better job keeping your voice calm this time. Tenko doesn’t need a quirkless sidekick or a terrified girlfriend right now. He needs a medic. “Your neck is bleeding. I want to fix that before we do anything else. Is that okay?”
Tenko doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t try to get away from you, so you take that as a yes and drag your first-aid kit out from under the sink. Bandaging the wound effectively without letting go of him is difficult, and you’re still watching his heart rate. It’s higher than you want it to be, but not as bad as before. You keep talking, explaining everything you’re doing, not asking for or expecting any response. You don’t know what triggered this. You need to keep him stable.
By the time you’ve got the wound on Tenko’s neck bandaged, he’s shivering. You’d get him to bed immediately, but his clothes are a mess, and soaked with cold sweat in the bargain. “Let’s get up and get changed, okay? It’ll just take a second.”
Tenko gets to his feet ahead of you, then offers you a hand up. You take it but get up under your own power, and as you do, you see that the gloves are a total loss. You’ll have to figure out something else. You lead Tenko over to your closet, switching out everything he’s wearing for your largest, most comfortable clothes. The only thing you can’t replace is the underwear, and the gloves. Tenko stands there, eyes blank, unmoving but for the shivers, while you try to think of a solution. His quirk is in his fingers, right? Only his fingers. What if you cover them?
Bandaids and medical tape. You cover Tenko’s ring finger and little finger, first on his right hand, then on his left. Tenko doesn’t protest, warn you against his quirk, or offer to help. He just stands there, lifeless, until you link your little finger with his and lead him over to the bed. He gets in on your side without being prompted, then looks up at you. “Are you coming?”
His voice sounds awful, but at least he’s talking again. “In a second,” you promise. “I just need to clean up.”
Part of you is hoping he’ll be asleep when you get back, but the rest of you knows better than to hope for that. You rinse the bathmat out in the shower, then carry it to the washing machine, along with all the clothes in the laundry basket, including everything Tenko just took off. Then it’s your clothes, and while you’re starting the washing machine, you notice the scratches on the back of your hand.
Those need cleaning, too, along with the marks on your thigh. You give up on putting on pants, change into a clean shirt and underwear, and detour to the hall closet for your pocket first-aid kit. The big one is too much for this.
Tenko’s voice follows you. “You’re leaving.”
“No,” you say. On second thought, you need to bring other things, too. You fill a glass with water from the sink and set it down on the bedside table. Then you sit down on the other side of the bed, over the covers. “I’m right here.”
Tenko doesn’t answer, but when you open the first-aid kit, he turns toward the sound. “What are you doing?”
“I just need a band-aid or two.” You regret the words instantly when Tenko sits up. “No, I’m fine. Just rest.”
“I did it.” Tenko’s voice is dull. “I’ll fix it.”
You shouldn’t let him do it. He needs to rest. But if he wants to do things, if he’s doing things under his own power, maybe you shouldn’t stop him. You lift your hands away from the first-aid kit and let him poke through it on his own, working awkwardly around the band-aids covering the tips of his fingers. Tenko starts with the marks on your leg, cleaning them clumsily. When he speaks up, he says the last thing you were expecting to hear. “I should have killed you.”
Your stomach drops. “What do you mean?”
“My quirk doesn’t stop. I can control what I touch, but once it activates, I can’t stop it. When I touched you then, I should have killed you. I should have killed you tonight. Just like I killed them.”
Tenko’s voice is flat, emotionless. Are you in danger? You don’t think so, but there are two questions running through your mind, and you ask the more immediate one, not the more important one. “Did you want to kill me? Tonight or then?”
He threatened to kill you the night you met him again, and it would have been easy for him to follow through, but he didn’t. Tenko shakes his head mechanically. “I never wanted to,” he says, and the relief you feel shames you into silence. “I didn’t want to kill Mon, either.”
You remember Mon. You loved Mon, just like Tenko did – less than Tenko did, because Mon was his dog. You can’t imagine Tenko hurting Mon. But you found what was left of Mon in the wreckage of Tenko’s house. And although you’ve seen the effects of Tenko’s quirk before, you’ve never seen, start to finish, what happens when he uses it on a living being. A terrible thought builds in the back of your mind, gaining speed and power. “Tenko, what do you mean?”
“I wondered if you’d guessed. You never said it, so I thought maybe you had.” Tenko smears Neosporin over the first rotted fingerprint in your thigh – too much Neosporin, just like before. “What happened to my family – I did it. It wasn’t some villain. I’m the one who killed them.”
You didn’t know. Not consciously. But even though the thought’s just occurring to you, it doesn’t feel like a surprise. If a villain had killed Tenko’s family, the Tenko you knew would have wanted to avenge them. But he’s been focused on All Might, on society, not on some other villain. The only way that makes sense is if he knew who it was already, if he’d dealt with them already – or if the person who did it was him.
It’s silent in your apartment. You’ve been silent for too long. “You didn’t know,” Tenko concludes, and you shake your head. “You know how to say things right. Tell me what it means.”
It’s not that you know how to say things right, it’s that you know him. You know how his mind works, know where the connections break, know how to piece it back together. “Your quirk doesn’t stop once it’s activated, but it stopped with me,” you say hesitantly, and Tenko nods. “You didn’t want to hurt me. But you didn’t want to hurt Mon, or – or Hana –”
Hana was your friend, too. Tenko’s loss crushed you so badly that you barely mourned her. “And you couldn’t stop your quirk with them,” you say. Tenko nods again. He’s been trying to open the same band-aid for the last thirty seconds. “You were five years old, Tenko. Nobody can control their quirk that young.”
“Try again.” Tenko doesn’t look up from the band-aid. “If I didn’t kill you and I killed them, then – say it.”
“No.”
“Say it.”
“No.” You’re not going to do this. You’re not going to buy into this idea someone planted in Tenko’s head that he killed his entire family on purpose when he was five years old. You can picture what happened that night in your mind’s eye – how he would have reached out to someone for help, how he wouldn’t have realized until it was too late, how quickly things would have spiraled out of control. “I know what you want me to say. And I know you. So I won’t.”
“Sensei said –”
“He didn’t know you.” The words leave your mouth with more venom than they should. “Not yet. Not that day. I did.”
You remember it so well – not because it was different than any other day with your best friend, but because it was the last day, because you went over every detail of it in your head until it was etched into your memory forever. You’d swapped lunches – he liked the awful onigiri your mom made, and you were always after the expensive snacks his grandma bought. You’d played heroes at recess and kept the game going on your way home from school while Hana walked ahead. Tenko was All Might, again, and that day you were Sir Nighteye, All Might’s sidekick who could see the future.
Nobody knows how Sir Nighteye’s quirk actually works, so you had to make it up, and you made up so that you had to touch the person to see how their future would play out. No matter how many times Tenko tried to get you close to the villain, it never worked, and on the way home, you came up with the perfect solution. “All Might,” you called out, and Tenko turned to look at you, deadly serious. “Give me your hand!”
He held it out, and you seized it in both of yours. “I can’t see his future, but I can see yours,” you said, and the brightest, widest grin crossed Tenko’s face. “You’re going to win.”
“We’re going to win. I can’t do it without you,” Tenko said, in his awful All Might impression that always made you laugh. You let go of his hand, but he didn’t let go of yours. “Tell me how we do it.”
You didn’t mean to, but you held his hand the rest of the way home, while you described the battle with the arch-villain, how it was going to be close but how Tenko would win. You needed to hold on, or you’d lose sight of his future. The two of you were just getting to the good part of the fight when you reached your street, your houses. You were disappointed, and so was Tenko. “Can’t you come over? You have to finish telling me so we can play for real tomorrow.”
You wanted to. You always wanted to, and that day more than ever, because you were holding Tenko’s hand and he hadn’t let go yet, even when you tried to. Even if it was just for the game, you didn’t want it to end. “I could ask –”
But you couldn’t even get the sentence out of your mouth before your mother shouted from across the street. Your name, followed by a brisk order. “You had all day to play around! Get in here and help me!”
Your throat closed up, but you didn’t want to cry. Tenko’s grip on your hand tightened. “We’ll play tomorrow,” he promised. He smiled. Not the All Might smile – the real one, the one that the people he saved were going to see someday and believe in, the one that said everything would be okay. “Keep looking at my future. Tell me how we win.”
“I will,” you said. Your mother shouted again. You squeezed Tenko’s hand and let go. And then you turned, looked both ways, and ran back across the street to your mother.
That was the last time you saw him for fifteen years, and everything might have changed between then and the first time you saw him again, but it can’t change the truth – Tenko’s master didn’t know him then. You did. So you know for sure now.
Tenko can’t hold your gaze. “You’re not right about this. He chose me. He knows.”
“Then we disagree. Nobody ever said we have to agree on everything.” You can’t push too hard. Not tonight. “Maybe you’ll win and convince me one of these days. Or I’ll win and convince you.”
Tenko’s mouth twists, turns down at the corners. He turns his back. “Don’t look.”
You move the first-aid kit out of the way and scoot closer to him, pressing yourself against his back as you wrap your arms around him. “I’m not looking.”
You hold him like that for a long time, not flinching when his hand grips your wrist again, when his palm flattens against the back of your hand to pin it to his chest just over his heart – and when he turns back in your arms, his eyes are clearer than they’ve been since he saw the marks on your leg. He looks exhausted. “Get some sleep,” you tell him. “I’ll be right there. I just have to finish this.”
The marks on your leg still need to be bandaged, and the scratches on the back of your hand are deep enough that you should cover them, too. Tenko shakes his head. “I did it. I’ll fix it. Aftercare, right?”
You smile in spite of yourself. “Sure. Let’s call it that.”
He’s faster at it this time around. He covers the fingerprints on your leg with too much Neosporin and a giant band-aid, then slaps a sterile pad down on the back of your hand and secures it messily with gauze. “Don’t do this again. If I want to tear my own skin up –”
“I’m not going to sit here and watch you get hurt. Even if you’re doing it to yourself.” That’s not up for negotiation, at least not tonight. “Come on. If you want to cuddle, we’ll be more comfortable lying down.”
Appealing to Tenko’s touch-starvation seems to be a winning strategy. As soon as you’re both under the covers, he crawls into your arms, halfway on top of you with his face buried in your shoulder. You hang onto him tightly. Not so tightly that you can’t free one hand to play with his hair, and Tenko makes a sound. You wouldn’t call it contented, but he’s not as tense as before. What he says is muffled by your shoulder, and it comes completely out of left field. “I’m not going to do that every time we hook up.”
You almost laugh. “I know.”
Like he did last night, he falls asleep quickly. You don’t, or can’t. Half of you is scared that if you fall asleep, you’ll wake up to Tenko gone, snatched out of your grip again by All For One. It’s a stupid thought. All For One is in Tartarus, under twenty-four-hour guard – but Kurogiri follows his orders over Tenko’s, and if Kurogiri came for Tenko, there would be nothing you could do. Nothing except hold on tight, and make sure that you and Tenko went wherever he was going together.
Part of what’s keeping you up is fear. The rest is fury, the kind you can barely contain, aimed at a single target. You don’t have a clue about most of what All For One did to try to erase Tenko and replace him with Tomura, but you know the first thing – convincing him that he killed his family on purpose. Tenko’s pursuing the vision of someone who’s tried to destroy him, who’s thrown him into a battle he can’t win. And you’re supposed to help him do it.
You can’t stomach that, but maybe you don’t have to. You don’t have to be loyal to All For One’s vision or to Tenko’s efforts to follow in his footsteps. You just have to be loyal to Tenko, and that’s easy the way breathing is, as unconscious as blinking. After all, you’ve been doing it your whole life.
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Perspective, chapter 1 of 2.
tenko x cis female and poc friendly reader
safe for work // 4.8k words // AO3.
warnings: ...jealousy? some actions may be seen as creepy.
summary: tenko goes to art school and gets a crush on a musical theater major.
Horizon Line -- an actual or imaginary line in a work of art representing the point at which water or land seems to end and the sky begins.
×X×
Tenko had fallen asleep before the performance had even started.
He had long lost track of how long he'd been awake for. It was the end of his first semester in university and the prestigious art program he had gotten into busied him with project after project. He was running out of steam. Honestly, he had been running on fumes for weeks now.
He'd rather be in his dorm finishing his assignments instead of sitting in one of the theaters in the performing arts building. If it wasn't a requirement for Fine Arts majors to attend other Fine Arts events, he would have never have set foot in this place. The noise of the attendees filling the room and the orchestra tuning their instruments was grating his sleep deprived nerves.
He grumbled and crossed his arms as someone took the seat beside him. His leg bouncing as he grabbed the program the usher had handed to him when he first entered. Tenko's bloodshot eyes were barely able to process anything more than The Phantom of the Opera on the front of the flimsy pamphlet, before shutting it and glaring at the scarlet curtains on the stage.
A few minuets later, the lights began to dim and he sighed in relief as the room quieted. He could finally catch some much needed sleep.
He tried stretching his stiff legs in an attempt to loosen himself up and closed his eyes.
Only to open them at the sound of your voice singing to him on the stage.
"Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while, please, promise me you'll try."
Tenko was mesmerized. Watching you on stage woke him up more than the energy drinks he'd been living off of all semester. He was absolutely immersed with your performance. He soaked in your every word and movement and before he knew it, two hours had gone by and the cast was being applauded as they bowed.
He sat in awe for a moment as the auditorium lights flicked on and he stood, shuffling through the crowd. He found a nice corner of the lobby behind a pillar as he and some other audience members waited. He skimmed through the program and found you. He whispered your name like a secret only he could ever know.
The cast slowly came out one by one and thanked the guests for coming. Tenko's eyes darted around impatiently. Finally, out came you in the white gown you wore in your final scene, looking like an angel that had come down to offer his sorry existence some respite.
You greeted and thanked the attendees as they praised you and handed you flowers. It was the final night of your musical and you were beaming. Tenko's fingers fidgeted at his sides as he yearned to get closer to you and experience your radiance himself.
A guest bowed and left, leaving an opening for him to approach. He took a step out from behind the pillar, but you turned at the sound of your voice coming from behind you. Tenko recognized the person as the man who played the Phantom and sighed when he saw you turn and leave the room.
When Tenko returned to his dorm, he searched your name online and found your social media. His night was spent watching your videos. He didn't realize how much time had passed until his alarm went off and he saw the sunlight peaking out from behind onyx curtains. It was time for him to get ready for class.
The semester had finished with him acing art and barely passing his core courses. It was winter break and with most students away, the campus was deserted. The thought of having no one to go home to didn't even cross his mind as he spent the break filling his sketchbooks with you.
His second semester started off much better than the first one. His art had rapidly improved from how much he'd been practicing recently.
He found a spot he liked. It was a small outdoor table nestled between some trees on the southern campus dormitory area. The weather on this side of the country wasn't as cold as other prefectures would be in January, but there was still the occasional breeze that made his dry skin prickle up with goosebumps. The rain was more likely to get him sick, although, since he was under the wide umbrella of the table, he found that unlikely and continued his sketch of you.
A week and a half later, he gulped down the last of his cold medication and slammed the container down in frustration. He leered at the harrowed reflection on the bathroom mirror. His eyes were heavy with deep bags, his skin a sickly colour, and his hair hadn't been brushed for 2 or 3 days. He let out a sigh.
×X×
He found another spot he liked, safe from the chilling late January rain. It was in the performing arts building, in a seating area by the entrance. The art program may have been the school's top program, but it's grand yet modern appearance showed that there was no skimping of funds. The grand architecture and romantic interior design was a contrast to the art building's modern and sleek appearance. On the outside, the building designs complimented each other, with this building being a few stories shorter than the building next door that Tenko was used to. Noisier too.
Tenko had his earbuds in as he slouched on the upholstered chair, sketching, when he noticed a familiar form in the corner of his eye.
It was someone he recognized as your frequent scene partner that you seemed to be joined at the hip with, if your social media was anything to go by. Tenko felt a spark of excitement bubbling inside of him and he looked around hoping to see you, but your face was not among the crowd of students. His hope deflated to disappointment and he scratched the side of his neck. You were likely already in class.
It was ten minutes into the hour when Tenko decided to leave. He gathered his things and carried his sketchbook in his arms as he stood and walked away from the seating area.
He tripped over his feet and bumped into someone, his sketchbook flying out of his grasp.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!!"
It was you.
Your sweet voice was full of apology as you bent down to grab his sketchbook for him. He watched in awe at how swiftly you moved. He was at a loss for words. Your fingers froze over the edge and Tenko realized what page it had landed open on.
"Is that... me?"
Your voice sounded so pretty, even when you were confused. He felt his face burning as you grabbed the sketchbook and stood. Your eyes stared down at the sketch of you he had just done while in the seating area, when he was itching to catch a glimpse of the top of your head through the crowd.
You were so close now and it was going to kill him.
"This is from my Jekyll and Hyde audition last spring, right? Back when I was trying to get the role of Lisa Carew..."
You were so close now and he knew you'd think he was a creep for watching your old videos and bumping into you. You probably thought he had it all planned out, like some sort of stalker.
"Is it okay if I flip through..?"
His brain was screaming at him to say 'no, give it back' but his head nodded, unable to deny you of anything you wanted from him. Yes, there were sketches of you without any clothes on and he was well aware of how that would look, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He would rip out his heart for you to use as a hand warmer, if you asked.
He watched with a gut wrenching mix of horror and delight as you flipped through and took your time to study every page. Drawing had always come easily for him, with hands being his favourite body part to draw. Expressions were a bit more difficult for him to feel satisfied by so he preferred to leave faces blank or smudged out. With you, he actually put in the effort to capture your expressions.
He could see your eyes carefully observe every stroke he made and take in the details. The furrow in your brow as you focused had him contemplating whether or not he wanted to reach his hand over to your face and smooth it out or leave it perfect the way it was.
You hand him the sketchbook and he snaps out of his thoughts.
"Huh?" He had been too in his head to hear what you had said.
"Thank you, I've never had someone draw me before. It feels really nice." You say with a soft laugh. The sound made his skin itch and the tips of his fingers tingle with electricity. He clutched his sketchbook tight enough to pale his knuckles. His nails dug into the material as he barely remembers to stop staring and nod.
You offer him praise and he feels dizzy. You were so nice. Why were you so nice? To him? He wanted to speak but he couldn't decide on what to say.
"I'm super late to practice and my partner's going to be on my ass about it." You sighed. "I gotta go now. You wave goodbye and disappear down the hallway.
He was also a little late to class, his professor shot him a judgmental look as he entered the class a few minutes later. Tenko couldn't bring himself to care. You knew he existed.
×X×
The weather was nice and Tenko was sketching at the outdoor table, when someone sat across from him. He looked up and saw you with an ice cream cone.
"I knew you looked familiar! You're the person that's always out here working on something."
He felt his face heating up as you took a lick of your ice cream. You were so forward. He didn't expect you to approach him again. He had chalked the positive end of your last conversation up to politeness.
"I guess you've been drawing this whole time, huh? Mystery solved. Also explains why you're so good at drawing."
"Thanks to your performances," Tenko says without thinking. He immediately panics at how creepy he sounded.
"Oh, is that why you draw me? I thought it was the outfits since the costume department goes all out for lead roles. Huh, interesting." You continue licking your ice cream while watching him and he has to look away, he felt so shy in your presence. He didn't feel worthy of your attention. You were so soft, so pretty, so talented and he was just a creep with a crush that couldn't stop himself from sketching you constantly.
He looks down at his hands as he stumbles through his nerves when he explains how watching you had helped him with movement, making his art more fluid and dynamic. When he finishes, he looks up and sees you smiling at him. The sight made his breathing hitch and he rasped out a small, "what..?"
Were you making fun of him? Is that what this was? Were you actually just here to-
"You should let me do some reference work with you? I could do more stuff for you."
His eyes widened and he could feel his face heating, the corners of his lips tugging. He didn't know how to speak without making a fool of himself and he was thankful you kept talking. He was happy to sit quietly and watch you.
"We could schedule private sessions, that way it can be just the two of us without anyone interrupting."
"What?" Questioned a third, deeper voice.
The two of you look up and see your partner staring down at you while holding an ice cream cone of his own. "What kinda weird shit you getting into now?"
Your brows furrowed. "Hm? What do you mean?"
"Your wording sucks."
You took a moment to think about it and became flustered. "I didn't mean anything strange," you assured Tenko.
"Sure, pervert."
"Anyways, this is my new friend, uh..." you look over at him sheepishly, "Sorry, what's your name?"
"Shimura Tenko..." His fingers fiddle with the corner of his paper.
"Can I call you Tenko? Or is that too familiar?"
Tenko's face heated up, "Th-That's fine..."
You nod enthusiastically before looking back up at your partner. "This is my new friend Tenko. He's the artist I was telling you about!"
"Oh, so you're the guy who draws her naked?"
"I-It's art..!" You defended.
"S'weird, but whatever." The man seemed bored as he licked his ice cream and took a seat in the chair beside her. "Todoroki Touya. She's like a leech so you're stuck with her now. My condolences."
You nod as you take a lick of your ice cream, "We are now bonded for life."
Tenko awkwardly looks between the two of them, unsure of what to say. The two performers end up in a conversation and he can tell you were trying to include him so that he didn't feel left out. After some bickering, Touya takes a bite out of your ice cream.
"How can you just bite it like that!? Doesn't it hurt your teeth!?"
He shrugs, "The cold never bothered me."
You hum a song from a children's movie as you pull out your phone and hand it to Tenko, asking him to insert his Line I.D. because you want to friend him. He looks between you and Touya, crimson eyes glancing at the arm the other man was lazily resting on the back of your chair.
"Is that okay..?"
You tilt your head in confusion, reminding him of a puppy. "Why wouldn't it be?"
Tenko looks from your kind eyes over to Touya's turquoise ones that seemed to be blazing with fire. As soon as Tenko blinks, the heat was gone and replaced with an impassive expression. Perhaps the dark look directed towards him was simply his mind playing tricks on him.
He typed in his username and you send him a friend request as soon as the phone is returned to you. You angle the phone above your head to take a selfie. Touya shoves his head into the frame, sticking his pierced tongue out as he photobombed.
You notice the time and sit up in a hurry, stating you have a paper due that you still haven't worked on. You run off into the student housing across from the outdoor table.
Tenko watched as you disappeared into the building before looking over at Touya who still sat at the table, only to find that the man was already staring at him. Tension thickened the air like smoke from a fire that made him feel like he was suffocating. He opened his mouth to speak, but Touya scoffs and finishes his ice cream in a single bite before getting up to leave. Tenko watched as Touya swiped his student I.D., shooting him a cocky grin as he entered the same dorm as you.
Tenko felt his phone vibrate and unlocked it to see you had sent him your class schedule so that you two could plan a time to meet up. He eagerly studied the photo and you sent him another photo. It was the selfie you took before you left.
"It was nice seeing you again, Tenko! Let's set up a day to hang out!!"
He could feel the heat rising from his neck to his ears.
You were too cute.
×X×
Over the next 3 weeks, you and Tenko have lost track of the amount of times the two of you had hung out. Sometimes for drawing references, sometimes to eat at the dining hall, sometimes just for the hell of it. Your schedule was busier than his so he was appreciative of the fact that you went out of your way to be with him. Especially on today, of all days.
You and Tenko sat on the floor, your backs against the mirror of the small practice room as he clutched the bag of chocolate cookies you had given him. They were homemade, you said. You had baked them on your dorm floor's shared kitchen. They were in the shape of hearts, flowers, and a bunny for Tenko. He didn't think he would ever forget the ache in his chest when you told him he reminded you of a bunny. The cookies had pink and red icing made with natural ingredients, which was why the palms of your hands were stained with beet juice. He licked his dry lips at the thought of you working hard. Just for him, too, because apparently Touya was a picky eater so you simply bought blue food colouring to use on his cookies. He swallowed anxiously as you continued speaking.
"I was hoping that maybe I'd get chocolates today."
"Isn't Valentine's Day when the girl gives the guy the chocolate..?"
You nod, "Yeah, the norm is girls give chocolates to guys on Valentine's Day then on White Day the guy can give the girl chocolates in response, but you never know! Girls can give girls chocolates, too. It happened to my friend in high school, though it was the guy version of that. Anyways, the whole gender thing Japan does isn't really my cup of tea. Who cares what your gender is, just give people chocolates."
You sighed before continuing, "I've never gotten chocolates before. I know, it's kinda silly to whine about this, but I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic so can you blame me?" You laugh softly to yourself. "If Touya was here, he'd say yes and that it's my fault. He's always teasing me about these kinds of things." Tenko watches as you purse your lips deep in thought.
Tenko chewed his lip before quietly asking, "And Touya? Won't he give you any on White Day?"
"Maybe, but it'll be different." You pull up your knees and hug them. Your thighs were distracting and he struggled to keep his eyes off of them. "The cookies I gave to Touya were obligatory chocolates, not the 'real feeling' kind you would give to someone you like. Last year, I gave Touya obligatory chocolates and he started complaining because he had already received too many sweets. I was so jealous, but at least I managed to convince him to give me his chocolate."
Though he enjoyed snacks, Tenko didn't really care for the holiday. He never really had a reason to... until now.
"Tenko, have you ever gotten chocolates? I mean, other than the ones I just gave you?"
"No."
"So I'm your first?"
He nodded, moving his head to stare down at the sketch in his lap. His fingers fiddled with the corner of the page, crumpling it more and more until it became limp from wrinkling. He'd always found destroying things to be quite soothing for him.
"I..." Tenko was hesitant but decided if you were going to reject him, it was better if you did it sooner rather than later. "I used to live in an orphanage..."
In the corner of his eye, he can see you moving your head quickly to look at him. He tried to swallow his nerves as he continued speaking.
"My family died in an accident when I was five. I was sent to live with a distant relative since there was no one else and the situation was not... ideal. The kids at my new school picked up on my gloominess and shunned me. Even when my great uncle died, my presence would be deemed too unsettling to anyone who tried getting to know me."
He was too afraid to turn his head to look at you so he continued fiddling with the page, ruining more and more of it. You place your hand over his, calming the destruction.
"I used to live in an orphanage, too."
Tenko's eyes widened and he looked at you. "Are you... lying?" He whispered.
"My parents died in an accident when I was little. Wrong place, wrong time. I had no other family in Japan, so I got placed in a children's home. I wouldn't lie to you, Tenko."
His eyes scanned your face, looking for any sign of this being a trick but he could tell from the warm sincerity in your eyes that you were telling him the truth. "I don't know what to say..."
You smile softly at him, "You don't have to say anything."
The feeling of your thumb rubbing circles against his thumb made Tenko's heart tremble. He wanted to swim in this feeling, to drown in it.
He watched your eyes glance down from his and at his lips, his breathing hitching in anticipation as you leaned in slowly to-
The practice room door opened, making the two of you flinch. Tenko missed the feeling of your hand as you leaned back and glared at the intruder.
"I thought I told you to knock before opening doors. You scared me." You folded your arms against your chest.
"Well in that case, I won't give you my chocolates," Touya taunted as he walked over to you. He dropped his bag at the side of you Tenko wasn't on, making a loud 'thump' as it hit the wood floor.
"Chocolate!!" Touya smirked as you opened it and pulled out a heart shaped cookie with the kanji for love written in icing.
"Whatever, eat later. We've got rehearsal."
You look up at Touya while stuffing your face before looking over at Tenko, then back at your partner. "Already? It's not for another ten minutes."
Touya rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag before you could reach in for more sweets. "On time is late."
"Hey! Don't use my words against me, they sound weird coming from you." You wipe your hands against a handkerchief before moving to stand up. "By that logic, you're always late!"
Touya moved towards the door, beckoning you closer with the bag, "Here, doggy."
"Doggy..!?"
"If you spin around and bark I'll give you a treat." The two of you could hear him laughing as he walked out of the room with the bag.
You pout, "That Touya... doesn't he know dogs can't eat chocolates?" You shake your head and Tenko stands, pulling his backpack on. "I guess I'll... see you later then?"
It felt kind of awkward now, but Tenko didn't mind. He only wished that your time together wasn't cut short.
"Yeah."
"Can't wait." You grin and walk out of the dance practice room together. You wave as you go down the opposite side of the hall to catch up with Touya. In the distance Tenko can hear you woof.
As Tenko exited the performing arts building, he felt his phone vibrate. He opened it and saw a selfie of you with chocolate smeared on the side of your face, while trying to shove Touya's face out of the frame and seemingly getting the chocolate on his face in the process.
He grinned. He also couldn't wait to see you again.
×X×
"Chocolate? For me?" You gaped at the small bag of chocolates.
Tenko nodded, his eyes shyly peering up at you as you grabbed the bag and opened it. "There's only four. I made more but they… got ruined…"
"They're handmade?" Your face softened at him, making his heart flutter and his fingers flex at his sides in excitement. You took a bite of one and grinned wide, covering your mouth with your hand as you spoke. "This is really good, Tenko. I didn't know you could cook."
Tenko couldn't but he wasn't going to ruin the moment by speaking. He watched as you ate. The two of you were sitting side by side at his favourite outdoor table near your dorm. Last month, on Valentine's Day, the end of your conversation was a little awkward but thankfully it was gone the next time you guys saw each other. Once again, the two of you had hung out together a bunch of times. The biggest difference though was proximity. Tenko had noticed you getting closer and closer to him at every encounter.
"I finally received chocolates from someone. I'm really happy that it was you, Tenko."
He felt like he died and went to heaven. It would explain your presence. You just needed a halo.
"They're…"
Your eyes looking up from the bag made him nervous and he shook his head, deciding it was better if he didn't finish the sentence.
"They're what?" You ask, sensing his hesitation. "It's just me," you reassure.
"Just you..?" Just you? Just you?
You smile at him before looking down at the bag of chocolates with a pensive expression for a few moments. You look back up at him.
"Tenko."
"…Yes?" His voice nearly broke. Did he go to far? Did he?
"Even if your hair is always in your face, you're pretty cute." You reach out and brush his hair to the side, tucking it behind his ear. The warmth of your finger tips were no match for the heat flaring across his entire body at your sweet gesture.
You giggle and slowly lean in to his face. He doesn't move. He is frozen. You place a kiss on his cheek and he panics, moving further away in his chair with his hand coming up to hover over the site of your affection.
"Y-You kissed me…"
"I--I'm-- I'm sorry! I didn’t think you would be offended by it. Are you okay?"
"What about Touya!?"
You look at him with a puzzled expression. "What about Touya?"
"He's your boyfriend, isn't he!?"
"Huh!?" You sat up straight in your seat. "I don't have a boyfriend??"
"What?"
"You mean, this whole time you thought Touya was my--" A laugh escaped your lips for a brief second until you collected yourself, looking at him seriously. "Touya's my best friend. I mean… I did like him at one point but it was unreciprocated. Not that it matters, that's old news. I like you, Tenko."
The air left his lungs and he was pretty sure it wasn't going to come back anytime soon.
You liked him?
You?
Liked him?
Shimura Tenko?
Was he dreaming? Hallucinating this entire conversation? It was the only way any of this made sense.
"Here, eat some of these chocolates with me. They're really yummy. The perfect mix of sweet and salty." You pluck one from the baggy and lift it towards his lips. He stares into your eyes then down at the chocolate.
"I'd rather you eat them…"
You pout, "Okay, I won't force you."
You nibble on the chocolate and Tenko licks his lips at the sight.
"What?" You half-laugh. His eyes snap back up to yours.
"I like you, too."
"You do?" You look at him shyly. "I guess now would be a good time to tell you those chocolate cookies I gave you were the 'real feeling' kind?"
You've liked him for that long?
Without warning, Tenko leans in and takes your lips into a kiss. It's clumsy and awkward like him, but you don't shove him away. He can taste the salty sweet on your tongue as you kiss him back and though he wants to keep going, his lungs protested. He pulls back and the two of you stare at each other as he gathers his bearings.
"Was that your first kiss?" You ask.
He offers a small nod, "Was it that bad?"
"It's okay, we'll have plenty of time to practice."
Surprise filled him. "You want to d-do it again?"
You giggle, "Of course I do. So, as long as you're alright with it…"
"Right now? We can do it again right now?" He knew he sounded eager but he couldn't bring himself to care. He needed to feel the softness of your lips against his own.
"I like your enthusiasm." You laugh. "Let's do it when it's just us, okay? We're in public. I'm sure we can schedule in some more uninterrupted private sessions, right, Tenko?"
Tenko gulped, nodding since he didn't trust his voice at the moment.
You weren't disgusted by him, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to be alone with him. You accepted him and all his faults.
You liked him.
Tenko, impatient as he was, could wait as long as you needed him to.
He loved you.
A new life for Tomura part 5
Narinder is Coming
❝𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙐𝙍𝙏 𝙈𝙀 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙏 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀.ᐟ❞
T. SHIGARAKI + HIMBO!M. READER
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; after you nearly get seen after tomura finally lets you go outside, he questions if you really love him and you play a game to prove it to him.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, stockholm syndrome, dark content, kidnapping(past tense/mentioned), reader is all might's son, oral(m receiving), degradation, praise, use of 'good boy', dacryphilia, death(mentioned/threatened), mean!tomura, reader's skin color not mentioned
Tomura had finally agreed to let you go outside! It had been probably months since you’d been this far outside, you were lurking in the darkness of alley’s but you could see people! You could smell the bakeries, hear people talking, and see all the shops you used to go to before. You were so happy! So happy that you barely were paying attention to what you were doing.
Your hands held the brick wall of an apartment building while you gazed at the teenagers talking and walking, they were students from the U.A., and that green-haired kid and endeavors son were with them too. You continued to stare in awe wishing you could just go out and talk with your friends like that, when you did go out like that you used to get so many people asking for pictures with you or asking you questions about your dad and you thought it was so annoying but now, compared to the isolated room you were always in, it didn’t seem so bad.
Without thinking, you put one foot in front of the other nearly stepping into the sunlight before there was a tight grip on your hair, down to your scalp pulling you back into the secluded darkness of the alley. You fell onto the grimy ground with a whine “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Tomura asked as you looked up at him from your spot on the ground, he was looking at you with the harshest glare in his blood-red eyes as he let go of your hair with his pinky still raised “Nothin’!” The excuse was nothing but a waste of your breath to the blue-haired man as he continued to glare down at you “Well it seems to me like you were about to let yourself be seen. Have you forgotten you’re still missing or have I fucked too many of your brains out?” He gruffly said grabbing you by your arm with his pinkie raised and pulling you to your feet as you looked at him with ashamed eyes as you pondered on what to say.
“No…I remember…” You said looking down at your feet with a slight pout on your lips knowing that if he saw it he’d get even more upset, all you were doing was trying to get a closer look! It’s not like you were trying to escape or anything, he was jumping to conclusions “So why the fuck are you acting like you don’t?” You flinched slightly at how he raised his voice while he began to drag you deeper down the alley retreating to the hideout. You shrugged as you looked away from him “Was an accident, didn’t mean to…” You mumbled trying to catch up with his fast pace looking back a final time at the teens as they passed but this time, one turned their head to look at you, it was endeavor’s son “It’s always ‘didn’t mean to’, ‘it was an accident!’ I’m tired of fucking hearing it.” Tomura said making your head turn back to him to look at him with the pout on your lips growing.
It was the truth! It was really an accident, he never believed you! What a jerk! “It was! Promise!” The words were practically a long whine as you tried to pry his fingers off your arm because he was squeezing it really tight and it was sure to leave a bruise later if he kept going “Just shut the hell up, all that comes out of your mouth is excuses and slutty whines.” You almost teared up at his insults but kept your mouth shut, you knew better than to keep talking after he told you not to. You learned that the first day you got here, he almost disintegrated your tongue.
You wondered what would be your punishment when you got back, would he lock you in the closet with no food again? Would he break your leg? Would he let Dabi burn you? There are so many things he’s done to you in the year you’ve been here that you don’t even remember what he hasn’t done yet. And he liked to be original with his punishments most of the time, so you didn’t expect it. It terrified you and that’s why he did it.
You still loved him though, he’s the person who’s been taking care of you and giving you almost everything you wanted for the past year how could you not? Your loyalty lay with him and you’d never run away, you haven’t tried to use your quirk on him in seven months! But somehow that wasn’t enough to make him realize your faithfulness.
“Don’t start that crying shit. I haven’t even done anything to you.” Tomura said harshly looking at the tears that bubbled in your eyes while you two approached the door to the hideout, he opened it and shoved you inside as you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands.
“What’d he do now?” Dabi asked with a chuckle from his spot at the bar, he found this entire dynamic fucking hilarious, how you were like a puppy dog that followed Tomura everywhere and would pout and be upset the entire time when the blue-haired man wasn’t around, sometimes you’d even cry.
He’d often say how Tomura went too far when breaking your mind because now you were a Tinkerbell that acted like he would just die if Tomura didn’t show him a bit of attention.
You stood there looking down at the ground with furrowed brows as Tomura merely grunted in reaction “Go, I don’t want to fucking see you.” He said not even sparing you a glance and you looked at him with widened eyes at his harsh words wanting to say something but decided against it and followed his instructions with tears falling onto your cheeks while you sniffled. He was really upset at you, he didn’t even yell so you knew you were in for it. You’d probably never go outside again.
As you trodded into the room closing the door behind you, you let out soft whines and sobs because Tomura couldn’t hear you now and he couldn’t yell at you for crying because ‘you did it to yourself’ or ‘he didn’t even touch you’. Tomura hated seeing you cry and not because he felt bad but because you cried over the most pathetic things, you cried if he spoke to you any harsher than normally and it annoyed him. Don’t get him wrong, sometimes you have moments when your tears are justified, and 8 times outta 10, he ended up letting you cry to him about it because as much as he denied it to everyone but you, he cared for you which is why you’re still here and not disintegrated.
Tomura may have hated your tears because of how often they were spewing down the apples of your cheeks but god did they get him going, most of the time whenever you cried it ended in him fucking you so you’d stop fucking crying and it always worked.
You lowered yourself to the ground under the boarded-up window while wiping your red eyes harshly, it was a little sad how this villain got to him. You practically depended on him for everything, if he died you’d be lost. If proheros came and found you, you’d be lost. Sure you’d be home with your dad but you’d be completely lost, you wouldn’t know what to do. So why would you ever leave him? Was he just so mad that he couldn’t even think? He had to be! He didn’t have to know rocket science to figure out the dependency you had on him “So stupid…” You muttered looking down at the wooden floor, when you heard faint footsteps getting closer to the door, you looked up at the door sniffling.
The door opened revealing the blue-haired male, he didn’t say anything and just closed the door behind him and sat on the bed that was across from you not glancing at you and he just sat there his legs spread and hunched over. You wondered what he was going to say or what he was thinking about, you’re just glad Dabi didn’t follow him. You didn’t want second-degree burns on your neck again “M’ sorry…” You apologized leaning forward a bit with your hands planting themselves on the floor, you looked up at him with the largest puppy eyes you could manage and this is when he made eye contact with you.
His eyes weren’t narrowed as you expected nor was he glaring at you, he was simply looking down at you with his regular eyes but in his blood-red eyes, there was anger, you could see it swirling around in his cherry irises. He raised his pale hand before gesturing you over to him and you quickly obliged settling yourself in between his legs and not breaking eye contact with him at all “Do you know what would’ve happened if anyone saw you?” His raspy voice echoed in your ears as it took you a minute to process what he was saying, of course, you knew, he had told you over and over what would happen even in the beginning when you absolutely despised him.
An agreeing hum escaped your throat while you nodded slowly looking away from him shamefully “Say it.” Tomura said sternly his eyes narrowing down at you as he leaned his cheek on the back of his hand, you looked down at his hand that was resting on his thigh inches away from your face nervously before blinking back up at him “Heros will come…” Tomura’s pale and ashy hand that was closer to your face grabbed your jaw with his pinkie raised, his grip on your face was harsh “And if they along with your dear daddy comes, they’ll take you. You wanna be taken?” Former you would’ve said yes so quickly, you used to hate Tomura, he used to have to chain you up in the closet so you wouldn’t run away but now, you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay here with him forever “No…j’st wanted to look, was so pretty…” You grumbled out as your hands went to his arm wrapping your fingers around his wrist and forearm in an attempt to make him loosen his grip but all it did was make it tighten.
“I hope you enjoyed it because you’re never seeing it again, those ungrateful U.A. brats almost saw you.” You remembered making eye contact with Endeavor's son, you think his name was Shoto or somethin’? You felt guilty knowing this and not telling him but if you did tomu would probably be even more upset with you than he already was “Tomu! Please no, I won’t run away, promise!” You pleaded, you loved going outside even if it was just outside the hideout for fresh air, gosh why did you have to make that mistake the one-time Tomura let you go out with him to spy on people!?
The shaggy-haired man let go of your jaw almost throwing your face back as he did so before turning his head away from you “Too bad, you didn’t do that earlier. Makes me think you don’t even love me.” Tomura responded he knew what he was doing, he was making you feel bad for what you did so you’d make it up to him because you should. I mean you were hurting his feelings so bad by doing that, it’s only right you make him believe you actually love him.
Your hands flew to his thighs as you looked up at him with wet eyes “I do, love you so much! Would do anythin’ f’you!” You yelled hoping he didn’t actually believe that, you saw the smirk on his face and heard the unserious tone in his voice but for some reason, you believed that’s actually what you thought. Jeez, if you couldn’t see that he was fucking with you he’d really fucked with your head.
He turned his head to look at you with his smirk widening “Anything is a lot baby, you sure?” You could feel your jeans getting tighter at his words and how lowly he spoke but you ignored it and nodded violently at his words while waiting for your next command looking up at him as he pondered what he should make you do. When you said anything, you meant anything. If he told you to shoot someone, you would. Of course, you’d hesitate, he knew that from fucking with you and making you think he’d have you do that. He was planning on fixing that.
Tomura planted his hand on your head making sure to raise his pointer finger so he didn’t turn you to dust right there “We’re gonna play a game.” You had no idea what he was planning to do which would make this even more interesting “You have five minutes to make me cum and with every minute that pasts, a finger goes on your neck.” The man said evilly while gently tapping one of his fingers on your neck, you froze and your face dropped at his words.
This wouldn’t be the first time Tomura had threatened your life and it definitely wouldn’t be the last but five minutes…? He expected to make him cum in only five minutes? “Wha-What?” You stuttered looking at him with wide eyes tears coming back up.
He scoffed and took his finger off your neck and put his hand by his side “I mean you don’t have to do it, it’s obvious you-” “No! I-I’ll do it!” You yelped slamming your hands on his scrawny thighs while straightening your back and getting your face closer to his, the difference between both of your eyes and what was hidden in them was very different.
A smile reappeared on Tomura’s face before he leaned back on his elbows “You better get started.” He said evilly putting his pointer finger on the side of your neck making your skin run cold and your eyes burn with tears that were just begging to be let free and roll down your face.
You couldn’t sit there like a little innocent dog staring at him like you didn’t have any idea of what he was going to do because you did. You knew he was going to do something like this and you knew no matter what it was, you’d do your part. Tomura has always been very open to you with his feelings and his intentions with you, he never hid them and yes they indeed changed over time of knowing you as did yours but he never lied to you about it. When he was going to hurt you, he let you know that whether it be with his words or the way he looked at you and sometimes it’d be optional and sometimes it was just something you needed to take.
The optional ones happened more often and it wasn’t optional like some fucked up saw the trap, it was optional like you do whatever he wants you to do or you don’t. You always chose to do it too.
Honestly, you were just as fucked as he was because you valued his trust and loyalty in you more than anything and wanted him to see you so you did things you didn’t have to just so he could know how much you loved him as if throwing away your freedom for him wasn’t enough. Not like you had it in the first place but when he allowed you to have it, you picked him over all.
And you would continue to.
So you had no right to treat him like he was some big bad villain because you did something he didn’t force you to do. Tomura was an awful guy that’s not a secret and anyone will say that even you but you were right there by his leg huddling your cheek further into the fabric of his jeans as you unbuttoned them ignoring all the awful things he had done.
“Do I need to help you or are you gonna hurry up?” Tomura asked making you blink up at him with a nod of your head but he grabbed your hair lifting one of his fingers and pulled at your roots “Speak. I don’t understand that shit.” He glared at you as you hissed at the feeling of your hair being pulled at harshly.
“‘M gonna hurry up…” You mumbled gripping his pants and squeezing your eyes shut and he let go of your hair and leaned back on his hands staring at you waiting for you to continue. You quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers.
You took one last look at him before opening your mouth and shoving your head down on his dick wasting no time before you got to sucking reaching your hands up to play with his heavy balls “Oh you really wanna live huh?” Tomura said with a laugh one of his fingers hovering dangerously close to your skin as he counted down the seconds to one minute.
The way he said it really made you think he wanted you to die. He just wanted to disintegrate you and turn you into ash. That hurt your feelings more than him threatening your life did.
Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed on his cock trying your hardest to make him cum before your five minutes were up. Your tongue ran up and down him, as you choked gently as his tip hit the back of your throat over and over every time your head bobbed. Tomura began thrusting his hips up pushing himself further into your mouth.
The sight of your plump lips wrapped around his cock working so hard just to please him was exciting for him and he could cum faster if you kept fucking looking at him like that tears in your eyes but he held back. He didn’t know how long he’d hold back but he definitely wasn’t giving you the satisfaction of cumming within four minutes. Tomura also wanted to know if you’d cum first.
He knew of your infatuation with him and he wanted to see if you’d cum within those five minutes maybe even before you made him cum just off sucking him dry and being threatened. Tomura wanted to see how much of a slut you were even though he already knew.
And he knew you were rock hard in your little boxers pre-cum leaking from your tip just twitching and aching to be touched.
“Oh fuck…” He mewled lowly throwing his head back and putting one finger on your neck making chills run down your spine “One minute down, you sure you can do it, baby?” Tomura asked as if he hadn’t moaned a second ago but maybe that was just because he was enjoying the stress he was putting on you.
Your sobs got louder as you tried to get some friction on your dick from rubbing it against the frame of the bed and you came in your pants choking on your moans and Tomura. You took your mouth off him and began to jerk him off with one of your hands the other continuing its work on his balls “Please tomu’! I’m so sorry!” You wept knowing two minutes were close to past only leaving three left.
“I don’t know…still waiting for you to prove it t’me,” Tomura said with an evil grin on his face placing another finger on the side of your neck. He wasn’t being fair! You were trying so hard to prove that you were sorry!!
“Please tomu’!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for at this point and neither did Tomura but he wanted you to shut the hell up. He was quick to shove your mouth back down on his length silencing your words but not your moans or sobs; those were incredibly loud and anyone in the bar could probably hear them. Not like either of you cared very much.
Tomura’s hips stuttered as he resisted the urge to thrust up in your mouth as he had done before and that’s when it hit you. He was holding off on cumming. He was wasting time and purposefully making it run out!
He really did want you to die.
You tore your mouth off him along with your hands backing up and leaning against the floor staring up at him with such teary eyes “Fuck are you doin’?” Tomura asked making eye contact with you his brows furrowed as he was close.
Your hand came up to wipe at your mouth covered in drool “You were holding back. ‘S not fair.” You mumbled looking away from him and instead focusing on the ground but your eyes drifted to your crotch seeing the wet patch formed in your pants. Your legs closed to hide your shameful act but the red-eyed man had already seen it.
“I wasn’t gonna let the time run out.”
“Are you sure?”
Gathering the courage, you looked up at him again “Did you really want to kill me?” You asked your voice breaking. The idea that he’d hate you or want you gone in any way was awful and degraded your mind never failing to leave tears behind and you wanted to know if he really did. He’d threatened you so many times that it only added up that it was true.
“No.” Tomura gruffly said continuing to stare down at the strands of blue covering his visage “I need you here beside me.” He said and you looked up at him with hope in your eyes a smile nearly forming on your face.
There was silence as you stared at him processing his words “You need me too, don’t you?” You didn’t hesitate to nod crawling on your knees and ending back in between his legs again. You really did need Tomura…you didn’t think you’d be able to live if you didn’t have him.
He took care of you, he made sure you were safe, he helped you and the bad times were just a small part of that. All relationships have their downs compared to their ups right? Even if you two weren’t really in a relationship.
“I do…I’m really sorry about earlier. Believe me.” You murmured pressing your cheek against his thigh and nudging it into his skin blinking up at him ignoring his twitching hard cock right next to your face. Tomura just stared at you his scarlet look burning into your face no emotion showed on his face but when he placed a hand on your head making sure to raise his pointer finger, you knew he forgave you.
“Good.”
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A friend of a Friend
Tomura shigaraki x reader
You came to see your online friend in a dark alley, he didn't came alone and its going to change the plan of the night.(English is not my first language)
NSFW warning: dubcon, bondage, somnophilia ,anal (a little), cum play, chocking kink, cru words. (Tell me of i miss something)
A friend of a Friend.
You were walking in a dark alley as you were about to finaly meet your online friend.
To be completly honest you couldn't wait. He was kinda grumpy sometime but most of a time were a sweet shy cinnamonroll. You were a very known streamer and you actually have a lot of creepy fan so the place of the meet up wasn't the most exiting one. You tried to stay calm until your friend arrive. It was the first time you meet one of your online friend irl and you were sadly only thinking about your safety. Not that you were wrong through...
When you were about to get back home thinking that he will probably never come, you saw two man coming. They were in the darker part of the alley so you couldn't see there face.
You realise fast enought that they might be a danger. You were quirkless. Plus your friend was supposed to came alone so it couldn't be him.
You are a foreigner, you'r nit jappanes and you defenetly don't know this city. Still you instinct tell you to walk fast in the opposit way... Stess and apprention were almost suffocating you as you wish to not have a panic attack at this moment and fall like those stupid girl in horror movies.
It was too late when you realise that this path was a close one. You face the mans that were still following you...well that were following you because you weren't actually shute they did it could have been in your head. The enormous amout of horror game could have somehow affect your way of seeing things ?
The two man's footsteps were the only sound in the alley. Your breath was heavy but silencious as you try to make yourself as small as possible not wanting any problem but ready to deffend you life.
When the first man appear your muscles immediatly relax as you reconise is face. He smile at you looking kinda amused by your réaction.
"Shuishi you bastard you scared the shit out of me !"
You laught as you hug your friend.
His body was tensing as he was obliously not used to physical touch. The stress rapidly hit you again as you saw red eyes scanning your body in a way that make you shiver. You let go of your friend and you look at the second man your eyesbrow narrowed in an annoyed expression.
"Who is that ?"
You can see the second man slightly flinching and your friend awkwardly thinking of an awnser.
"That...uh that is Tomura !"
He knew you were a foreigner so how could you know his identité right ?
"Ookay ?"
You respond to him obviously nit satisfief of his respond.
"He kinda like your vidéo and he is the great gamer i told you about !"
Your expression soften a little as you give him your hand for a handshake
"Hi then ! I'm really happy to know you ! Thanks for looking at my content ! It really help."
He look at your hand with an awkard expression like you were the most weird things on earth. You were begining to feel insulted but he finaly respond as he shake your hand his pinky up.
"Hi then...no problem, whatever."
You look at him as awkwardly but you were actually kinda amused. He look shy and his voice sound so cutely weird too ! But you inner you was insulting you for thinking that like, litteraly nothing tell you that he is gonna be your type so what are you feeling all mushy ? You should really calm yourself...
Your friend Shuishi clear is troath and the man with crimson eyes's hand immediatly leave yours.
You could barely see the rest of his face because of his mask and his hood but you can see some white hair comming out that were shining in the light of tge moon contrating with the darkness of the place.
Shuishi then propose you to go to a coffee. It sound weird at night but you agree. When yiu arrived you saw that it also do snacks. You were happy to arrived because Shuishi and Tomura were not tge type to talk a lot on the way. Of course you and Shuishi had some talk after all it was you guys meet up but he was kinda shy and you were having a hard time with Tomura's eyes scanning. You can almost feel it crawing in your skin and passing throught your clothes.
He, on his side were litteraly eye fucking you. He's been watching your live since the begining. Even your vidéo that were less popular. You had became his obsession. More then once he through of kidnapping you and here, on of the vilains of his groups just give you to him in such an easy way. It had been hard persuading Spiner to let him have her but hell nah he doesn't regret anything.
The little group enter in the coffee, it was empty if it wasn't for the worker. We could see how tired they were just by looking at them and you almost felt bad for making them work this late.
You just look at Shuishi but he wasn't looking at you. He simply walk to a table right next to a big window. You natutally sit next to the lezard man. You were kinda confused when tomura choose to sit right in front of you when the most logical part for him would be to sit next to the Window in front of Shuishi.
When the waitress came taking order they both take a back coffee but your friend also take a donut. You deceide to take a donut and a hot chocolate with a hint of coffee.
As you were waiting Tomura went to the bathroom, you used this occasion to talk to your friend about him.
"Shu ! Why did you bring him ! You know that i'm not comfortable with strangers ! Especially him ! Did you see how he looked at me ?"
You were speaking in an hushed tone as you couldn't stop pinching your thighs.
"Come on, can't you force yourself a little ? Just try giving him a chance. Yes Tomura is..special but i'm shure you two could get along pretty well."
You sigh and close your arms.
"Fine...but if he act too weird you'll make him leave right ?"
He look annoyed but he nod.
"Fine."
Before the conversation have the time to go any futher you saw the blue haired man coming back. You gave him a small smile and you could swear you saw him blushing a little.
You began to feel uneasy again but Shuishi start talking about vidéo game. It was the hobbies that you three shared. For the first time you have a real talk with both of them. For the first time, you just realise, Tomura had talk. His voice was cracked but someway soft. You were feeling better now, he was kinda cool and, a real good playet from what you were hearing.
The waitress arrived with your and the other's orders. You couldn't help but smile happily at the sight of your donut.
You look at Tomura and you couldn't stop yourself from wondering about why he still have his hood on. Some people have mask so its more commun but most of the time when they arn't outside people take their hood of.
Tomura frose at your words. Did you somehow revonised him ? Why were you staring at him so hard ? He instinctivly start scratching his neck furiously. It make you looked away whitch doesn't stop him from continuing. He saw you tock a big hungry bite and coudle help but immagine your lips and your cheeks wrapped around his cock. He can feel his pants becaming too tight to his liking. He grunt at the feelings but rapidly control himself as you look at him once again.
You were happily eating as you hear a weird nose. You look up at the man that were in front of you and you eyes widened as you saw his hood off. It had been puld back by his hand when he wzs scratching himself. You couldn't help but close your thighs at the sight. Many would be disgusted by his features but you find them alluring. You often find men classic and enven basics but him, with all his features he was defenetly your type.
Spiner caught you looking at his friend and couldn't help but smile as he hope that you'll like Tomura and that he won't have to force you to be by his side.
You finish eating and you look at shigaraki drinking his coffee as you have a huge of booping his nose that were currently block against the coffee cup.
It really gave you mixed up signal. A part of you were uneasy and wanted yo ran away but the other was already having a huge crush on him.
Tomura looked at Spiner with a cold gaze indicating him that it was now time to let him have you. It didn't gave a lot of time to the lizard vilains to imagine a lie to let the two of you alone.
You were, on your side trying to chose if you like him or not and the yes was becaming to win. You see that Spiner was about to talk so you quickly interupt him.
"Spiner can i talk to you please ? In private.."
Shigaraki looked sad almost like a lost puppy but it quicky turn to an annoyed and angry cringy face that make you block on him for a second.
Spiner nod while having an eyes on shigaraki to make shure that his boss isn't ready to break.
Once you two were outside of the coffee, you let your stress take ahead of yourself.
"-Oh Shuishi ! I have a big problem with your friend !"
You saw him flinch at your final words.
"-Come on y/n i ask you to at least try..i-"
You don't let hil time to finish.
"-That's not the problem ! Shu, i have a crush on him ! I said no crush on tha viewer !"
The next sentence was a terrible excuse but you couldn't accept that the reason you doesn't want to have a crush on him was that he is the définition of a freak.
Shuishi couldn't help but laugh at the situation. He was also relief. Now it was his job to lead you to accept your attraction to his boss.
"Really ? Well hum i'm not the best with those things but i think that you should tell him anyway ! I think that you two would do a pretty good duo ! And it won't hurt you to try would it ?"
He saw you thinking of it and he was happy to saw you considering it.
"Maybe.."
You said as you could help but imagine you with him.
"But if he reject me its your fault ! "
You always were the type to be direct about your love 'cause you didn't see the point of hiding it for too long.
You two came back in the coffee and you were a blushing mess. Your stomac was tingling as you felt butterfly. One day you saw onlinr that often its your body that feel thrilled...you didn't even know if it was true or another fake information but it made you thinks of the song "inferno".
Here you felt like it was true as you body fight the urge to be with him and to ran away.
He was starting to get impatient but you came right before it was too much.
He was about to ask Shuishi to get the fuck out again but you stand right in front of him and say like it was the most easy things in the world
"Oi ! I have a crush on you ! "
He vent all red from the tip of his toes to the head.
"The hell ?!"
He say without really thinking if it.
On your side you were determined, after all we only have one life ! But his réaction really wasn't making things easy.
"So..hm.."
You try as you start to get embarrassed. What if Shuishi was wrong ? Usually the lizzard man doesn't say things he's not shure of but what if he was wrong this time ?
"Okay. I think you'r hot too."
The voice of Tomura cut your through with these words. You slightly blush at his words. You didn't really say that he was hot and he doesn't really confirm his feelings for you but it was a good start that allowed you a little bit of relief.
"Thanks hmm..i don't hm..what's next ? "
You asked as you were nit used to this type of things. You already had a relashionship in the past but it was in hight school so its been a while for now on and, having a crush as an adult probably is a lot defferent but him, he act like a teenager as he blush hard as he take your hand.
"You can come to my place ?"
This time your were the one that blush as you feel a tingling sensation in your cheek. He blush when he take your hand and then asked you to come to his house ? Who the hell is he ?!
On his side Spiner was looking at the two of you while feeling quite uncomfortable.
"Yea he's not wrong, you two really need to get a room.."
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That's how you end in this situation, entering in a bar full of vilains in a town you didn't know with a stranger you have a weird crush on and an online friend that you saw for the first time. You could see that almost every one in here were looking at you and you couldn't help be feel goosebum as their gaze wasn't friendly. A man with a weird smoke quirk great you and your "companion".
"Hi, you should be y/n. I'm hapoy to meet you."
He doesn't let you the time to process his words and tge fact that he already know you tgat he turn to Tomura like Spiner doesn't even exist.
"Its a pleasure to see you back Tomura shigaraki. Can i do Anything.."
He was cut of by a sharp no from the blue haired man. The bartender just nod and start cleaning his glass again finaly asking Spiner if he wanted something to dring.
You were still a little lost when Tomura grab your hand.
"Come on"
He lead you to his room and sit in his bed his hand still wrapped around your wrist his pinky up.
"What are you waiting for ?"
He asked in a cold tone.
He wasn't doing it on purpose, he just felt to much and not enought at the same time. It all were unreal. He doesn't knew what to do too and he was also feeling sick with appreantion. His gaze was focus on your wrist were his fingers were in contact with your bare skin. It was so soft in contrast to his rought one. So easy to break that he wanted to touch you more before he might see it break apart.
You sit right next to him and he wish that the bed would have your sent after you will be gone.No. He won't let you go. Ever. Never. His heart fluter when you finaly talk.
"What do you want ?"
It was so simples words. So simple but they have so much hiding sense to Tomura when you said them. For him it was a consent to be more intimate.
"I want to touch you.."
He said with is voice shivering in a cracked tone. As his eyes finaly meet your and open wide at your smiling one. He wanted to keep them. If you were to die he would keep your eyes for him forever.
"Go on"
You sait as you cutely bite your lips and smile once again. Your smile was warm but somehow shy. He also wanted to bite your lips. Master had told him that he can have everything he want. And you told him to "go on" so he didn't asked before doing it.
Your heart skipped a beat as he pull you closer and almost hit you with his lips in a small peek before bitting your lips. He felt weird. He clearly wasn't experiznced. You already have kiss soemone before so you wanted to lead him.
You let a little noise of pain when his tooth broke the skin but he didn't bite too hard so you didn't really complain. You gently pass your hand throught his hair as he let a loud grunt at the feelings. He was also very vocal during the kiss and even with your attemps on leading him to a gently one he ignore them and continue bitting you until you open your mouth to complain. It was a big mistake and he used it to pass his tongue in your mouth. The surprise make you lose you balance and you fall on top of him. You were surprise to feel his chest toned. He looked quite skinny not that it was bothering you. His grip on your wrist didn't loose and he only let you go once he was satified with his firsy kiss.
You had spit all around your mouth and he looked quite amused. The tatse of your own blood replace the taste of his mouth and you cringe at the sensation as you wipe your mouth. He couldn't help be grin proudly at the sight.
"Was that your first kiss ?"
You asked curiously. It wasn't mean or at least yiu didn't meant to be but it wipe his smile away as dark blush appear on his cheek ear and nose once again you wanted to boop him.
"Yes ! Do you have a problem with that ?"
He asked with a shame hid under some fake anger. She can see his embarassement easily so you try to cool him down.
"No of course not ! It was just..sloppy ?"
He laugh at the word you used
"I like it that way"
He simply said.
You open your mouth in a O as you deceide not to say anything about about that and the fact that here it was more then just sloppy and that he almost wet half of your face.
You just smile and try to figure out what to do next. You never don't even know if you really wanted to go any futher. You never really had done anything sexual before. You only had pump your old boyfriend's dick but you didn't do anything more as you didn't felt comfortable. But in some weird way with him you felt better about it. It wasn't plan in any way it was just caught in the moment, in the feelings and sensation.
He grin again and he asked
"do you ever fucked soemone ?"
You blush hard at the sudden question, he really wasn't like most people isn't he ? Talking about that you start to realise that he was hard. And not just a little. You wonder if it was the kiss that make him like this. It was only through his pants so you couldn't see everything but he was shure big. Your mouth water at the sight and you hear him chuckles as you quickly look away in shame.
"Hey i asked you a question..eager arn't you ?"
He laught once again and his hand grab your shirt. It quickly deseaper and some ashed fall on the bed.
"Hey !"
You complain, even if it wasn't a shirt you especially like it was still one of your shirt ! You start feeling exposed as he was now able to see you in your bra only. He quickly remove it and you instintly hid your breast under your palm.
Even without really seeing them Tomura could already feel himself being close. The sight was mesmerizing.
"You'r beautifull."
He simply say as you felt weak under his piercing eyes that were trying to memorise every detail of your upper body.
His cock was painfully hard at this point and he couldn't help but grunt as his pants was suddently was to tight. In a second your skirt and short were off as he almost ripped them. You didn't have time to complain before he used your surprise to grab your breast. The contact between his rought hand and the soft skin of your boobs make you shiver and his head fall back.
"T-Tomura ? Are you okay?!"
You asked as yiu saw him eyes closed in the matrest twitching a little. You look at him to check him out and your eyes widened at the sight of the extasic expression on his face. The smile he had was almost scary and his red eyes looked almost dark with his pupil that growed as the orgasme hit him. He just came in his pants.
A twisted part of yourself find it cute but the rest was a bit desapointed. His hand was still holding on your breast and when he finaly calm down it start massaging you. It almost hurt as he was shurly doing it for himself more then for your pleasure but you still couldn't help but be exited by it. You wated more then just that ad you truly hope that he can be able to last longer.
He spend at least for minutes just touching your breast as you were waiting for him to get bored. He only stopped when you hide your face on the crock of his neck and start sucking on his skin. He pass a lot of time scratching himself so your saliva on his wound almost burn at first. It cought him out of gard and his body tense. Feelings your bare skin against him as you were glue to him to the point of sucking his neck was a lot of physical contact and intimate one with that. He didn't know how to react to it so he just let you do as you wanted almost scared that of he were to move you would stopped. His mind were screaming him to take charge but he was too caught in the moment. The feelings of your tongue exploring each of the scars of his neck was driving him crazy. You slowly took his pants down and you quickly did the same for the rest of his closed feeling more in power now that you'r not the only one nacked. He feel too hot in that moment. His usual cold skin was in total contrast to your hot one and the heat was almost keeping him from breathing as your hand brush against his twitching cock. The tip was red and a bit inclaned in a way that was perfect. Yiu never really find dick beautifull but if you had to admit that his was a work of art. They were some veins that run and twitch at your touch. At the base some rare blue body hair were almost making a ring around his proud member as his balls were seeming full of semen under it. You gave him a few pump at it was the only things you were really experiznced about and you look at his face for his reactiong and the look was priceless. She gave him some more as you felt yourself wetting your panties at the through of him slaming into you.
He rapidly come once again white smemen splashing on the matress and your hand. He didn't have warned you 'cause he was scared that you may have stopped. He couldn't help his wicked smile as he saw your angelic hand ruined with his cum. He swear he could have come again when he saw you licking it of your fingers. He almost felt jealous of your fingers. Alsmost because he doesn't wanted to come again if it wasn't on you. Plus he was scared to not be able to hold back in you. Even your gently hand felt so much better then his own so he could only imagine how your pussy would.
You were already wet but he knew he had to prepare you. I want you to enjoy it so that you'll be willing to do it again with him. He spit on one of his hand and pull your panties down with the other. He look qt you to see if you were ready and your blushing and shy face immediatly make him hard again. A huge smile spread on his face making his lips even more shaped as he spead your legs. The sight was alluring. Your wet hot sex right in front of him ready for him to touch as he wanted.
He slowly put a finger in that cought a moan out of your mouth and give him the encouragement to continue. He start moving it in at first not really knowing how to do so but he quickly start understanding what feels good and what don't and you quickly start feeling incredibly good. He had another fingers in, always trying to put in deeper even if it was already deeper then you ever reach alone. He's a very quirck learner when he put in the effort. You start seeing star and mewing when he add a fird one.
"Please..Fuck Tomura that's good.."
You moan as you hold onto his arm that were holding you up onto him.
He didn't stop smiling as he were moaning from time to time at how you felt on his finger while imagining how it would be on his dick.
"Freaking tight..do you ever ?"
He asked as he was fucus of how he was streatching your pussy.
"No.."
He felt even happier when he learn that he was your first.
"Good."
He simply say as his fingers start to speed up making you clench on him. You start to feel the usual tingling sensation in your stomac that arrived when you were about to cum. The speed of his fingers making you see start but he stopped right before you came.
"No !~ !"
You moan as laught cruely.
"What ? Don't you want the real things ?"
He said pumping his dick as some tears start glowing in the corner of your eyes.
"Its not fair..you already came twice.."
He smile again at you moue.
You position yourself on his laps and take a deep breath before looking at him with appreantion. He also look a bit unshure but he let you in command for now on only.
You slowly but yourself in front of his tip as you pray for him to actually fit.
You slowly go down and your face cringe in pain as you felt like you were being cut in two. It hurt so bad tears was already falling on your cheek.
Tomura on his side were already in pure bliss. It was so warm and so soft but also so tight he was seeing some spot of light in the dark room that were his.
You finay sat on his dick having it tataly in. All of your muscles were tense whitch honestly didn't help much for feeling better. You stay like this for a minute before he came again. You throught that ut was already the end before yiu felt him imediatly hzrd again.
"Fuuuck !"
He almost scream as a dark chuckles come out of his troath. He put his hand on your thighs and put you uo then down forcing you to bounce. You yelp at the pain and he grunt in satisfaction. A small sensations of pleasure finaly coming in your pussy help you relaxed a little bit.
He does the process again and the pleasure spead even futher. The pain wzs still there but this time you moan along with him. After some bounce you finaly relax as he change position a sadistic smile on his face.
"You know what pet ? I think this is a little bit too vanilla yo my liking..don't you thinks ? After all, slut like you that fucked on the firt day like it rought huh ?"
He laught and trust real hard this time making your eyes roll back and your grip on him tighent.
"Oooh yes ! You like that when i call you a slut don't you hmm ?"
You hated to feel this good and that he was completly right about you.
"Please Tomura..just.."
You moan as he was still pounding hard. You head feelings light as your legs closed around him for some stability.
"Please what doll ? Scream it ! I want the whole league to hear you be such a big vilains slut especially Spiner ! The wall are so small.."
He's laught is now mental, his smile too but it only make your arrousal worse. You did as he said too desperate to feel him, to feel how hood he can make you.
"Please break me !"
He put his hand around your troath now deceiding of the amount of breath you needed.
"That's it, you'r a good girl arn't yuh ?"
You could really respond with his hand around your troath like this. You never knew it was one of your kink before but it just felt right now that he does it.
You doesn't even remember how easily he could kill you of he lost his self control, you were feeling like you were in a buble and exept him and the pleasure and pain that cloud yoir mind you couldn't feel or think of anything. You can feel the skin of your neck breaking under his fingertips. No one even him realise how your "quirkless" body resist to the deadly touch of five of his finger. You two were too extasic to realise that you couldn't be affected by his quirk.
You moan his name to make him know that you were closed whitch he honestly already know with how tight you were while twitching around his cock like a vice.
"Fucking hold it you cum dump slut ! Wait until i cum !"
He said as he slap the fat of your ass with his free hand.
You was crying like a baby at that moment your whole body trying to stop yourself from dysobeing him as he wzs pounding in you at an inhuman speed.
He let a final guttural grunt as he came along with you. You past out in the process leaving him your unconsious body. Nit that it will stopped him of course, this man have an incredible stamina.
When you finaly whoke up the next morning, your body wzs sore, cum was still driping out of your pussy and you also had so new on your belly and your face. You also were tied up to the edges of the bed. At first you were scared and lost but when a sting of pleasure hit you, you look down to see a Tomura with big dark circles under his eyes sucking in your tits and bitting it gently. Your belly and other boobs were full of love bite and other trace of owning. He great you with a big smile as he finaly stop and kiss you passionaly but still in a sloppy way. Your whole body but more especially your cunt hurt badly. How many time did he used you like this ?! The whole night ?! You also just realise that you two didn't used any condom.
"Tomura ?!"
You scream when he end the kiss, you were about to ask some explaination but the warm loving smile he gave you lake you blush incredibly hard.
"Hii my beloved pet ! Do you enjoy your night ? Because i shure do thanks to you ! Now i'll give you a reward~"
He looked at your with hungry eyes that make you want to hide. Sadly in the position he toed you in you were completly at his mercy.
He moved until his head was right in front of your clit and he start licking it like a kitten. You were incredibly sensitive from the night you past so the simple act make you cry a little. His rought lips were just si perfect against your abused cunt that every kiss felt like heaven. You were desperatly trying to move or close you legs but you couldn't and the act just make him laught witch cause you even more pleasure as it vibrate. Your arrousal were dripping on the bed as he moved down his pretty long tongue intering your hot sex as his nose was teasing your clit.
You were babeling about how much it was and that you couldn't take more but you couldn't talk properly. He laugh and try yo tease you even more.
"What ? I can't understand darling, do my pet want more ?~"
He wrap a hand on your neck and force it forward as he put a finger in your ass making you yelp at the intrusion. He oush it deep enought to touch the wall that is between your pussy and ass appling some pressure to your wall and make shure tgat his tongue can easily hit your g spot.
His attack rapidly made you cum desperatly as your wall body were twitching. You could barely take you breath with his hand around your troath. He kissed you again before finaly let you take a proper breath.
"You did so well doll, now lets just rest all right ? I'll clean you up after"
He smile and pass out on top of you. You were still panting. You realise that he let you tied up so you couldn't move but just wait untill he whoke up to free you. He was happily resting on your chest. It was kinda scary to know that he had abused you the whole night , but at the end of the day it wasn't this bad after all..after it was now your new life. Your new life by his side.
5685 words
Flamme.
i can’t wait…
i can't wait to publish my smut of Tomura x reader TvT but a voice in my head told me that's its gonna be a huge flop
Yes pleaaaase if only i had him when i was living with my parents 😭😭i'm jealous
Platonic Yandere sundrop x gn! Reader
Trigger Warning: infantilisation, mention of abusive family, panic attacks, kidnapping
English is my second language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes that you may find in this text.
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You were a staff member at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex and even though you were not working anywhere near the daycare you've had a very stressful week, which resulted in you having constant panic attacks, which would hit you at the most random of times. So, whenever you had one of those, you made it a habit to hide in the empty daycare until you calmed down enough to continue with your work.
Thankfully you were working at night where there were no children at the daycare. You didn't want to imagine the desaster, and embarrassment, it would cause if anyone would find you in your current state: impossibly red eyes with tears rolling down your face, while cradling yourself in a hidden corner of the daycare, trying to get your heavy breathing back under control, while trying at the same time to be as quiet as possible as to not allert any other staff that may decide to pass by.
While there wasn't much staff needed during the night, when the Pizzaplex was closed, there was an increase due to some technical problems with the animatronics. You were not sure what these technical problems were, but decided to ignore it for just now.
"Hello~? Are you okay little one? What are you doing here at this time?"
Wonderful. You wanted to sink in the ground. Why now? Now, when you still hadn't calmed down enough? You felt how your breathing started to increase again and knew that it just got worse. You slowly looked up, hoping that whoever found you would leave you be as soon as they knew what was going on with you, only to be surprised to find Sundrop, one of the two daycare attendants looming over you while looking at you with his signature smile, which slowly sunk and instead turned into a panicked Expression.
"Oh!! Are you crying?! DON'T CRY LITTLE ONE!! You wanna play Something? Playing makes everyone happy!! Or- maybe finger painting?!" You could now clearly hear the panic in his voice, and how desperately he tried to help you, sinking down to yor level, grabbing you and holding you safely against his cold, metallic chest.
While it wasn't really comfortable getting pressed against an animatronic's cold body, it felt surprisingly safe and calming to be held in a tight embrace by someone else. Before you knew it you had calmed yourself down enough to leave the embrace. Slowly trying to crawl out of his arms you realized, that his grip on you was slowly starting become a little too tight and that you couldn't get out. So instead you tried to convince the yellow animatronic to loose his hold on you. Reluctantly he did as you asked and let go of you, even though hesitant, as if he didn't really want to do so.
After a while of the two of you just sitting there, sundrop waiting for you to say Something, and you trying to think of a way of getting out of this awkward Situation, he asked you in a worried tone: "So little one... Why were you crying so much? Did you hurt yourself somewhere?" His words became faster towards the end, and he looked like he was ready to jump at you and run with you to the next available staff member any moment now.
You, on the other hand, were considering your options: On the one hand you could lie and tell him you were injured, which would probably result in him getting you out of the daycare, which would result in you leaving this awkward Situation faster as if you just told him what was bothering you. On the other hand you didn't want to let your coworkers see you with still very much red eyes, and a few drying tears, carried around the whole Pizzaplex by a panicked daycare animatronic. Plus, maybe talking with someone about your problems might help you with getting it off of your system.
Having made your decision you start venting your problems to him. How you had problems with your abusive family, how you left them only for them to find you and demand to live with you since you now had a good-paying job and how the money just wasn't enough for feeding your whole family AND you which resulted in you having not eaten in several days. How they still beated you up over every minor mistake you did and even if you weren't responsible and how you just couldn't leave them, since you couldn't stop working all of a sudden and they somehow befriended your landlord, resulting in him telling them whenever you tried something like leaving.
Sundrop listened unexpectedly calm during your whole monolog, especially for an animatronic that was known by the staff for acting hyperactive and unable to sit still for even a moment. When you finished, all he said was: "You're not going back to them! You're staying here where I know that You're safe!! If I had known how terrible it is outside the daycare I would have never let you leave all the times when you were here!! But everything is okay now, because papa sun and uncle moon are here now and we are going to take GOOD care of you!! Isn't that wonderful? You're here now with your true family!!! We are going to have so much FUN here together!!"
You just stared horrified and weirded out at the daycare attendant in whom you found comfort in only moments ago. With an awkward and bad feeling you tried to explain to him that you had to leave now, but he wasn't having any of that and instead just grabbed you and held you like a toddler while happily making his way to the main part of the daycare.
You just were confused and horriefied. What was HAPPENING to you? What would your life be like from now on?
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So, how was it? I hope you liked this small piece of yandere Sundrop and if your currious on how sun and moon are going to be like, just ask me for a part two or headcannons or anything really and I start writing.
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A new life for Tomura part6
shig keeping count how many times he can make you cum before you're shaking and sobbing from overstimulation
“It really is cute how sensitive your little body gets after your fifth orgasm, you know.” He trails his hands lightly down your stomach, your tummy muscles clenching in anticipation and agony. Your knees are trying to jerk shut to prevent him access, but the binds around your ankles keep your legs splayed. Your chest rises and falls in erratic rhythm, breath only barely returning to you after your last dive over the edge.
“Don’t- Please don’t!”
Some of the tears beading on your lashes slip down your cheeks as you slam your eyes shut. You can’t take anymore. Physically, you can’t. Yet, you can feel his pinkie finger tracing little figure eights up your leg and every muscle in your body clenches in protest. It doesn’t matter how much you buck and hiss against his treatment, the frame of the bed never gives way to your tantrum.
He cocks his head with all the feigned innocence of a child who pretends they don’t know they’ve done wrong. “What’s the matter? I thought this was supposed to feel good?” The cold, sarcastic tone to his voice breaks the facade if nothing else does, but the callous way his nails dig into your thigh is a close second.
He sees you flinch and tremble as he slowly draws closer to your apex and his lips tick in a sick sense of satisfaction. There’s a practiced sort of patience in his actions, the way he comes near enough to your overstimulated heat to make you imbed your fingernails into your palms until your knuckles turn white only for him to withdraw over and over without ever allowing you to relinquish the sense of dread it brings when he does. The second he’s seen that you’ve formed some sense of calm around his wandering fingers is when he strikes.
“I can’t! Seriously, I can’t!”
He gives you a derisive look of sympathy and you know it means nothing. He doesn’t want to hear you beg. If he did, he would have accomplished his goal hours ago. Truth be told, you’re not entirely sure what he wants. The only thing that you know is that there’s such a thing as too much pleasure and he has perfected exactly how to weaponize that against you. You’re strapped down, at his mercy, and he looks far from bored.
He’s gaining something from this, surely some sadistic urge is being filled, because he hasn’t even taken off his clothes. This hasn’t even begun yet and you’re sick in the knowledge. He’s molding you like a ball of play-dough, squeezing and squishing until you’re malleable enough for him to want to play with. Judging by the way he’s still skirting the edges of your thighs and showing no signs of moving from his sitting position beside you, you’re not broken enough to be any fun yet.
You’re rubbed raw, legs chafing with a tacky trail leading from where he found his way inside you before to where his hand dances tenderly around your pebbled nipple. Every grace of his fingertips across you pimples your flesh and makes you acutely aware he’s just toying with you. He drives the point home by scratching up your hip, little red welts raising over skin as your leg jerks instinctively from the pain despite the fact that you know you can’t break free.
“It’s actually impressive. This long and you’re still so responsive.” He muses, poking and prodding at your chest like a specimen. “I thought you would have gone numb a long time ago.”
He punctuates his sentence with a none-to-gentle pinch on your breast. You can’t bring yourself to tell him that’s not entirely how it works, not when you can practically see the wheels turning in head turning as he contemplates how he wants to torture you next. His pupils are dilated as they run over your exposed form and you’re not entirely sure whether its with arousal or sheer curiosity. With him, it’s anyone’s guess.
“Please, I can’t take it!”
His hand finds its way between your legs again, cupping and stroking with one finger so lightly that normally you likely wouldn’t even be able to register it, but in your hypersensitivity, your thigh muscles twitch and a wail of agony bubbles in your throat.
“Aw, baby can’t take it anymore?”
He leans in, leaving one hand to coax your already overindulged pussy, the other softly caressing your cheek. It’s a warning sign, a crocodile lazily observing its pray before snapping shut its jaws. His heavily lidded eyes scan your face, sides of his lips curling into a deceptively delicate smile. Your head lulls into his hand, and even though you know the dangers, you fall into his trap.
You regret it as quickly as you do it, and you cry out in a mixture of devastating bliss and torment as his finger plunges back up inside your sore walls, stimulating the overworked nerves with the pads of his fingertip.
“Why don’t we find out just how much you can really take?”
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