Chapter Twenty-Seven - Honeymoon
Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dadâs bossâs son. He was the creep that stole girlsâ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But itâs not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldnât sleep with him, right? âŚright?
CW:Â Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny
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The elevator in Shigarakiâs building was a fast one. Fast, but even. She could probably time down to the millisecond the pace that those floor numbers changed, they were so metronomic. The best that money could buy she was sure. Like clockwork, each floor number passed, ticking in her head more like a countdown.Â
She was nervous about going to Shigarakiâs house today, if that wasnât obvious. And truth be told, there were a lot of very legitimate reasons for her to be nervous about it. The fact that this was the first time sheâd been at his place since their most recent night together. The fact that the company Christmas Party was just a few hours away and she really didnât have enough time to be coming over here in the first place. The fact that going to his house always felt a bit like entering the lionâs den â she never knew just what was going to happen when she was there.Â
Yes, these were all great reasons to be nervous, but to be honest, she wasnât considering any of them. Her real reason was downright stupid in comparison. She was nervous because she was bringing Tomura Shigaraki a Christmas present.
And a stupid Christmas present at that.
It was a jacket. A stupid fucking jacket that sheâd thought would be so great for him at the time. She assumed that he didnât really own any nice jackets since all sheâd ever seen him wear were hoodies. And sheâd been so unable to get the image of him in red out of her head, that when she saw this stupidly expensive (but fantastic quality) red peacoat with the faux-fur collar at the department store, she knew she had to jump on it.Â
But then two days shy of Christmas, he gave her a tour of Todai and just what had he been wearing? A fucking trench coat. Not the exact same thing, but pretty close enough.
Sheâd facetimed Spinner the second she got home in a panic over it.
âI think youâre in the clear. Iâve never seen anything like that in his closet.â he assured her.
âUgh maybe thereâs a reason for that though,â she agonized, âLike, maybe itâs not really his style after allâŚâ
He shrugged, âI think it looks nice.â
âReally?â she pressed.
âYeah, Iâm sure heâll like it.â
But she wasnât going to take such blanket assurance lying down.
âI need you to be honest with me here, Spinner. If Iâm making an idiot out of myself, Iâd rather know now then on Christmas.â
Spinner sighed, looking through the camera at the jacket with more genuine scrutiny. She really wasnât going to give up on this after allâŚÂ
âI donât know, I think it looks fine. Maybe the fluffy part might be a bit much though?â Spinner finally relented.
âItâs removable!â she announced proudly, unclipping the first part to demonstrate this asset.
Spinner chuckled, âWell then youâre fine.â
âAre you sure? You donât think redâs too gaudy for him?â
âHe wears red shoes.â
âWhat about the material though? I know the really good peacoats are full wool, but I could only afford the blend. Itâs still a good blend though, so it should be okay, right?â
Spinner didnât say anything, immediately adding fuel to the flames of her worries. She turned the screen back to her so she could see that hesitant expression of his head on.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong with it?â
âNothing! Nothingâs wrong with it. Itâs just,â he sighed and then offered her a sympathetic smile, âI think youâre thinking too much into this.â
âWhat? No way! This is the first thing Iâve ever gotten him,â she insisted, âIt needs to be great!â
âLook, I just donât want you to get your hopes up or anything.â
She cocked her head at him. He continued.
âLike, donât think youâre setting a precedent here. Because he probably hasnât gotten you anything,â he mumbled then, âTwo of us have been friends for years, and he still only buys me shit when when he wants something.â
âOhâŚâ
Was that all his reservations were, for real? She almost laughed a little, relief finally settling throughout her.
âWell yeah. I assumed he wouldnât.â
Spinner gave her a dumbfounded look, âSeriously?â
âYeah. I know he doesnât really think of stuff like that. I just wanted to get him something because⌠Well, I just wanted to. I saw this and thought he might like it,â self-consciousness started to flood her body once again, â...Do you think heâll like it?â
Spinner smiled, happy she knew what she was getting into. Happy that Shigaraki had someone like her in his life now. Just happy for his friends.
âYeah. I think he will.â
The elevator dinged, snapping her out of her thoughts. She made her way out of the elevator, down the hall to the single flat on this floor.
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Can't believe that Deku isn't broccoli
gsudgdh the context of this page is that a villain known as vitamin omega turned them all into vegetables and afo got turned into a plum known as afoplum and we also have shigacorn, all carrot, dekutato and pinechapple
you may be asking why did he turn afo into a plum and not a potato, it's that hori's nickname for afo has always been "pickled plum head", he had a tarturus guard refer to him as that before too
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Shigaraki is a missionary man you canât tell me otherwise.
He likes the whole power dynamic of putting you on your back and being on top, crowding into your personal space, giving you nothing else to focus on but him. Does he like the other positions? Sure. Heâs not exactly going to turn down sex.
But his favourite is you pressed beneath him, panting, gasping. He loves being smug about how you âhad so much to say beforeâ, and watching as embarrassment forces you to hide your face in his shoulder. He likes your faces being so close, noses brushing and foreheads touching. He likes your sounds in his ear, the messy, yearning kisses that you give him. He likes being able to hide his own face in your chest when heâs about to cum, and the way your hands move over his body and your legs lock around his hips to keep him inside.
Heâll act like missionary annoys him because he has to do all the work, and like the only reason he agrees to it is because he wants to see you squirm (which is also true). But ultimately, shigaraki craves missionary - he craves the intimacy of it all.
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