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𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝑶𝒇𝒇 !

Businessman!Tomura Shigaraki x Hotel Manager!Reader

WC: 9.2k

Roaring 20's AU, Jazz Age AU, Gatsby Setting, New York City-esque? Reader is implied that they first generation immigrant, Shigaraki is a traveling, international businessman, some language barriers, lots of fluff, pining, strangers to lovers, present mic is a little shit, lots of cheesiness, yearning, mentions of smoking, little snippets of history, reader and shiggy are both edgy, morbid, workaholics, teensy bit of angst if you squint Thank you @earlesskitten for letting me join your 555 collab! and ofc this is dedicated to my beloved moot and shiggy simp @letsnot77

Synopsis: Parties were something you despised but maybe you'll tolerate this one because it's a masquerade. Not because of a handsome stranger you saw the other day.

December 30th 1923, 5:17 PM.

Right now people all over the world are getting ready for parties and festivities to celebrate the coming of a new year.

You are in the bathtub after another day at work.

New Year's Eve meant as much to you as your next office party, the next anniversary.

Your body sinks into the tub, and your eyes lazily follow the ripples.

What talk of new resolutions and new beginnings when the next day you're just going to be hungover and have to clean up the house. And then the next week you were going to have to follow your mundane life of working and putting on a smile.

It might be a new year but it wasn't going to be much of a change.

You're planning to celebrate by calling up your aunt, who's currently on her retirement trip in Europe and having a glass and saying cheers with her. It'll be lowkey, small but you'll spend time with someone you actually want to be with.

Bringgggg

You look over in the direction of your phone and groan.

You clamber out of the bathtub and wrap a robe around you.

You mutter condescendingly as you pick up the ringer, "Why did they have to call right now…"

"HEYO, [NAMEEE]!"

You inwardly groan, "Oh Hizashi. How are you doing?"

It was your obnoxious neighbor, and even more obnoxious client at your firm.

And somehow your only friend?

"I'm doing absolutely fantastic! How bout you [Name], how're ya doing?"

You lazily thumb the fabric of your robe, "Perfectly fine, until you had to call."

You can hear his frown before he pouts, "Oh don't be like that sweetheart. You know you'd be absolutely lonely without me."

He wasn't wrong but you weren't going to admit that to him.

"Whatever. What do you need me for? And if you broke something, I'm not vouching for you. End of story," you say sternly.

You walk to the edge of your bed, mouthpiece in one hand and receiver in the other, careful to walk slowly so the wire wouldnt tangle up.

His loud voice laughs and it makes crackles in your ear, "I did not break anything at all. Well at least this time. Buttttt…. I do need a favor."

You set the receiver down on the bed, "Let me guess. You need me to get my private pilot to fly you to a party-"

"No, but that would be convenient," he says thoughtfully.

You continue rattling off, "Perhaps you need gambling money, assuming from Aizawa's scowl the last time you went to a casino-"

"Uh-"

In a mock response you say, "Oh you want to throw a party but don't have the money to throw it? Is that it?"

There was silence and then a crackle.

You stood up and shook your head, "No, no, no, no Hizashi do not do this to me.

Hizashi nervously chuckles, "Okay, I know what it looks like-"

"Hizashi. You know that I will always help you, but this is too much," you tell him.

Hizashi interrupts you, "Just hear me out [Name]. I do want a party and I wouldn't ask you if I didn't have the resources to do it!"

His voice is annoyingly more whiny and you had to scoff, "Resources. You sound like you're deploying products for when wartime comes."

You walk over to the window and sit by the nook. You breathe in the magnificently tailored view in front of you, the sky glistening after the setting sun and the emissions from the factories downtown curled in wisps flying up above. It made it seem magical, but you knew better than what the view showed.

Hizashi laughs nervously, the quakiness in his voice apparent even when he was wires away, "Very funny, [Name]. But seriously, I need to have this party."

"You can have this party, that's not what I'm upset about. I'm just more curious as to why I have to provide for the party."

Hizashi sighs exasperated, as if he was the one whose energy is drained, "Because…."

"Because…?" You press on.

"Because my parents cut me out of my inheritance/allowance money because of the last party I threw."

You groan audibly, "Was this the California incident?"

You hear Hizashi humming, "Mmmmm maybe… yes?"

If current technology allowed it, you would travel to wherever Hizashi was hiding, no doubt because his parents probably kicked him out, and slap his goddamn face.

“Why do you do this to me? Why ask me out of all your friends?”

Hizashi starts protesting, “Look I wouldn’t have asked unless-”

You cut in, “Unless what?”

You hear Hizashi sigh, “Unless it was absolutely necessary. You see, my parents have some important clients coming from Japan. Before the California incident, they expected me to host this New Years party to welcome these clients. You know how they are.”

You couldn’t put that against him, as an heir of a company Hizashi already had a lot on his plate.

“And I just need to use one of your hotels for this one night. I have money for catering, music, valets and staff-”

You sigh and regretfully say, “Hizashi, I wish I could help you but I’m only the district manager for these hotels. I don’t own any of them, I’m simply the manager. The only way I could let it happen is if I was there chaperoning.”

Hizashi seems to jump at this, “Then come! Join the party! Please [Name]. Pleaseee.”

Your laugh is barely tinged with humor, “No, you know that I like relaxing on my vacation.”

“Which is what you’re going to do! You don’t have to pay for any food, or ‘manage’ anything! Just get in there and enjoy yourself! Play cards, eat and drink food to your heart's content!” Hizashi says pleadingly.

You roll your eyes, “No, Hizashi. I’m sure you could find another location for you to have this party. It’s also unnecessary for me to attend anyways. How would those investors feel when they realize that the Yamadas had to ask a lowly district manager of the hotel to use the ballroom for this event?”

Hizashi whines, “We don’t have to tell them! You’ll blend right in, just [Name] please I need this to work. It’s just one night and I promise I’ll…”

Your thoughts drift away again, Hizashi’s pleas simply becoming background noise as you scan the city outside. You really needed to go outside and not listen to Hizashi prattling around.

You cut him off, “Listen Hizashi, I’ll think about it okay? I’ll give you a call once I have made my decision. If I don’t call you, expect a telegraph from me containing my condolences and information for other places you could set up reservations for your party”

You hear Hizashi cheer, “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! Just remember to give me the call by tonight! The investors have no idea where they’re supposed to be going and-”

“I understand Hizashi, have a pleasant night.”

You slam the mouthpiece to the receiver and sigh. As much as you wanted to help Hizashi, you knew you couldn’t enable him any longer. For far too long he’s been leaning on your charity, when he could just ask his other “friends” the ones who invested in automobile companies and cigarette startups. You didn’t need time to make your decision, you were going to say no. You just need time outside of the confines of your apartment and take a walk.

Standing up, you briskly walk to your closet and slip on a fur-trimmed coat, something that one of your business partners gave you as a gift, because they hated seeing you wear “drab” and “dull” things. You put on your flats and place a box of cigarettes in your coat pocket and swing open the door.

5: 30 PM

“Mama! Look! It’s an automobile!”

A little Irish boy is tugging on his mother’s hand and pointing at one of the greatest sensations the start of the 20th century had to offer. After World War 1, the people began to hope for some kind of miracle to look forward to, something to ooh and ahh at. Enter the automobile industry, where Henry Ford produced the latest kinds of transportation. No more walking, now you just need to buy a car.

The mother hushes the child and you have to stifle a giggle as you watch the child break free from his mother’s hold and rush toward the car. He waves aggressively, hoping for the driver to notice but to no avail, he doesn’t.

Little things like these, you think, are part of the reason why you loved this city. Despite its flaws and all your trials you had to face to get to where you are, it was the little moments that, if you were lucky to catch, that made it seem worth living. It wasn’t the big factories and businesses that made the city boom and thrive. It really was the people and their hopes and dreams. That’s why you liked coming downtown, where most of the small businesses built up by immigrants lived. It reminded you of your upbringing and where your roots are.

Here everything was down to earth and was all about the people. Here was where families and communities thrived and where businesses and money were an afterthought.

You walk down further to the little bridge that goes over a small stream, your favorite spot. The sun was no longer prominent in the sky and the evening turned chilly, families going back home and you see the lights in the shops closing down for the night.

A small jazz ensemble is playing near the bridge, but you can tell they’re wrapping up. The melody they’re playing is like humming, the perfect buzz to accompany the end of the day’s activities and entering the city’s nightlife.

You walk up to them and place a couple bills in the saxophone case, while the trumpet player tips you his hat in appreciation. You smile back, and slowly make your way to the bridge.

Your feet make no sound on the wooden bridge, the sound of the rushing water and buzzing of the bugs and music drowning out anything that didn’t set the scene.

If the downtown parts of the city were your favorite places, then this was your favorite time to be in the city.

You lean against the railing and inhale the cold air. Most people when they think of New York, were either the bright days, full of bustling cars and people moving around, going about their day. Endless chatter and the smell of emissions fill the air. Or they think of the nights, where the lights completely disappeared and a significant throb of music and secrecy passed through the city, full of dancing, money and music. Of course, this only happened in the upper circles of wealth, where it was famed that if you were part of these things, it would make you unbearably happy. All a farce.

You pull out a cigarette and your fingers search for something else.

You groan. You forgot to bring a lighter.

You sigh again, waving away that little mistake and focus on the beautiful landscape before you. Frosted grass, with white tinted bark on the trees. Not a sight of clouds of smoke from a car or a factory, no loud noises of the streets. You consider yourself lucky that you were able to have some alone time.

You lean forward to stare at the river, hoping you’d find something interesting when your hat decide to fall forward. In a panic, you frantically let go of the railing and for the most part, jump to grab your hat.

Your fingers slip and catch it but your body still felt like it was in the air. Falling.

Until you feel a pair of warm hands course through your hips and pull you down to the ground.

5:55 PM

Breathlessly, you turn around and jump back.

Standing in front of you, was your regularly dressed man wearing a three piece suit. His jacket and pants were navy blue, his vest and tie were matte black. Despite his well tailored appearance, his clothes seemed disheveled. The tie was loose and his chest was heaving up and down as if he was running. Your eyes travel upward and you meet his face and your heart stammers a bit at the sight you see.

You first notice the glowing, moonlit pale face of the man. Was it his natural tone or was it the waxing moon that reflected its light on this man’s complexion? As your eyes wander, you notice that despite his complexion that was likened to the moon, his face was nothing like it. He had an impeccably strong jawline and cheekbones that cut deep into his face. You wonder if an architect designed his face, rather than an artist, with all the harsh, strict angles of his face. Did a different supreme being than the one that created this world, made this man?

The only thing that made him less godly, and more human was perhaps the sunken eyes that gleamed red? Or were they brown? Nevertheless, they were surrounded by the familiar purple pools of exhaustion that was evidence of hardworking, human life. Oh, and his ruffled hair, that seemed gray but you were convinced it had to be a certain shade of blue.

You stare at his eyes again and his angular cheekbones. Considering the style of his tie, you could assume he came from East Asia. But this wasn’t where the Asian immigrant community was, this area was more of the blurred line between the white immigrants and white “americans”. Which could mean that this man was-

“Are you alright?”

You swear you could fall right back into the river, because, good God, this man was divine.

His voice was low, a little quietly with an edge of raggedness. You were right, he was a foreigner, his English was heavily accented but you could tell he practiced the language like a wealthy man. Was this man a wealthy businessman? And if he was, what was he doing here? But you suppose that you couldn’t argue with that because you yourself, an upperclassman, was here flirting between the boundaries of the ones who made it, and the ones who have yet to do so.

Instead of answering his question with a “Yes, I’m fine thank you. What’s your name? How do you like your eggs cooked in the morning? Let me brush the stray hairs on your face for you.”

Your mouth runs along without you thinking and you blurt out, “Did you run here?”

You immediately clamp your mouth. How embarrassing?! The handsome man just asked you if you were fine after he practically saved your life and you asked him if he ran here?!

A laugh rings in the air and you’re shocked that it’s coming from his mouth.

“Oh no. I actually came here by ship, but if we are talking about this situation, then yes I did.”

His eyes crease in a teasing smile and your body practically sighs in relief.

You quietly reply, “Well to answer your question, I’m okay. Thank you.”

You expect the man to leave after saying something in the likes of, "Of course" but to your surprise he steps forward and leans on the railing, facing forward, with you.

Trying to hide your astonishment, you attempt to casually lean your back on the railing. He digs through his pocket and you can't help but notice his fingers, adorned with rings. None seemed of any status importance, though for sure expensive. He pulls out a lighter and flicks it open.

He turns to you, glazy eyes that bore into the very depths of your soul.

"Are you willing to share some cigarettes with me?"

Flustered, you nod carefully. You pull out your cigarette box and stretch it out to him. He plucks one out of the box and places it in his mouth. After that, you grab one and place it in your mouth as well. He brings the lighter close to the tip and uses his hand to cover both items, the air suddenly getting windy. It catches on fire and he closes the lighter. Your fingers reach out for the lighter, but he doesn't hand it to you.

The man beckons you closer with his finger. You stare in confusion.

He smiles again, incredibly cheeky, and beckons his finger closer.

Oh my god, he wants to light the cigarette for you.

You thank the night sky that swallows up the small blush that rises on your cheeks.

Your face leans in, waiting for the familiar fire of the lighter to touch your tip.

Instead, you get the man's face leaning in.

Instinctively you want to pull back but you're due for some kind of temptation. After all the hard work you do, it would be nice to take some risks.

Starting with letting a stranger light your cigarette with theirs.

He stops short of the cigarette tip but his face seemed impossibly close, especially how his angle of approach was. His head was incredibly tilted and you could see the expanse of his neck.

You forget to breathe but thank God he moves back away for a second.

"My name's Tomura Shigaraki."

He introduces himself after he is inches away from your face?

You reply, "[Full Name]. It's nice to meet you…"

"Call me Shigaraki. Japanese last names are spoken like a first name here."

You could tell he wanted to say so much more, lips moving with no sound but it felt like he couldn't express himself fully with the barrier of language between the both of you.

You try to smoothly move the conversation along, “What brings you here… Shigaraki?”

He smiles at you and you notice that he had sharp canines, “A business party? I am not sure why we need to celebrate business on New Years but that is why I’m here.”

You had to laugh, “Don’t tell me you dislike parties.”

Shigaraki raises his eyebrow, “I did not say that. I am just confused why we need to categorize it as a business event, when we all know that we will just drink. Like a Nomikai.”

You taste the syllables on your tongue, “Nomikai. What does that mean?”

“Drinking meeting,” he replies. “A social event.”

Shigaraki takes out his cigarette and places it between his first two fingers, still looking out at the river in front of him.

“How about you? What brings you here?”

He punctuates the word you with a thrust of his cigarette in your direction.

You fumble for the right words. For all you know this man might be a crazy con artist, or a pickpocket. You didn’t want to reveal too much about yourself.

You finally decide on the right words, “To breathe. I’ve been stuck at work and had to deal with a friend.”

He waves his cigarette around, “Is this… your place?”

Shigaraki says the word your, like you owned this place. Like this was your sanctuary.

In a sense he was right, but despite how many times you’ve come back to stroll down Memory Lane, you felt out of place. You changed since the last time you ever called this place, yours. You got older and you moved out, you made it “big” as some say. You could feel the difference when you walked here with your fancy clothes and the way your body seemed restrained, rather than freeing.

Seeing your silence, Shigaraki senses a discomfort and speaks, “I only ask, because I feel that you are well acquainted with this place.”

You shake your head, “No, I’m sorry if I didn’t answer quickly. But you’re right. I knew these streets very well.”

You exhale a puff of smoke and look at the twinkling nights above you, “But I would never call it my place. I don’t think it ever was.”

Shigaraki tilts his head with curiosity at your remark, he opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

You face him straight on. It seems the darkness of the night is your comrade tonight, giving you enough confidence to say such frivolous things.

“I have to say. Your English is really good. Better than mine, with all the grammar and everything.”

Shigaraki chuckles, “Trust me, participating in international business affairs pushes you to learn lots of languages. Just enough to impress the people I talk to.”

He gives you a wink at that and you turn your head away to hide the big smile that lights up on your face.

Shigaraki longingly stares at you but stops once he realizes you’re not going to flirt back. He shrugs and places the cigarette back in his mouth.

You thoughtlessly ask, “Who are you meeting up with? I don’t know too many businessmen who have parties on holidays.”

Shigaraki counters, “And you know lots of businessmen?”

It’s your turn to raise your eyebrow. Shigaraki laughs.

“I say that because I know so little of you. You know that I am here for a-”

You jump in, “Nomikai”

He chuckles, “Yes, nomikai. But you, I know so little of. I only know that you are in this place, used to be of this place, but considering that you come back…”

You look in confusion at where he’s going with this.

“... You are not of your place, where you are right now.”

You chew your lip, “Vaguely accurate.”

“Which is why you should tell me more about you.”

He finishes with a proud smile, resembling a kid in a candy store and you fight the urge to smile back.

“What would you like to know?”

If it was time for indulging, it might as well have been now.

“Did you live here as a child? Where do you live now? Am I wrong to assume you live in the upside of this city?”

Surprised at his remark, you reply, “I did. I’m first generation, my parents came here when they got married. How did you know I don’t live here anymore?

Shigaraki shrugs and nonchalantly gestures at your clothes, “Those are Coco Chanel pants. Your jewelry seems expensive.”

You glance at the items he listed, “Oh I guess so. I manage some hotels up there. It’s a lot, but it's a fulfilling job. Makes me challenged.”

Shigaraki tilts his head, “Challenged? How so?”

You sigh and go into your regular spiel, “The market changed drastically after World War 1. The people wanted a new age of prosperity and wealth. Something to forget all the destruction after the war. Hotel business is less of taking in travelers, it’s become more of a hub for entertainment and making connections. I’m constantly checking up on hotels to make sure they provide the best service possible to compete with other hotel chains.”

Shigaraki glances at your slumped form, “It must be tiring.”

You laugh bitterly and take a drag out of your cigarette, “It is. Part of the reason why I’m going to avoid New Years Eve events.”

Shigaraki chuckles along with you, “I understand. I am dreading this particular one. The host is supposed to be a Japanese businessman I worked with before, but I guess the host is now his son. I received an invitation but no address or directions for the location of the event.”

Your eyes widen. He’s going to Hizashi’s party.

You turn away slightly, trying to hide your surprise, “Really? That’s unfortunate.”

Shigaraki nods, “Truly. I’m afraid my last hours of this year will be filled with stress.”

The sky has fully taken its cloak of darkness, the sky was pitch black and the stars were pale lights compared to the street lamps and lights of the buildings all around you. The musicians, you realize were long gone, and it was only you, the slumbering city and crickets outside.

And Shigaraki of course.

You glance at him, and find Shigaraki staring at you too. You quickly whip your head around and attempt to smoothly face away from his intense eyes.

You could tell the both of you wanted to say something, to advance but how you ended your conversation earlier seemed to set the tone. You both had jobs, things you had to do. Would you even have time to talk to Shigaraki if you did anything? Would he even remember you?

A slight tap on your shoulder broke your reverie.

You turn around and see Shigaraki, an angular face with a small frown.

“I’m afraid that I have to go back to my hotel.”

“Oh,” you say, trying to hide your disappointment. You quickly shake your head, “Thank you again. For catching me.”

Shigaraki smiles, “It was my pleasure. Thank you for spending time with me.”

“Of course. Happy early New Years.”

Shigaraki starts walking back, “Happy early New Years as well.”

He turns his shoulder and his clothes blend into the night. You thought he had disappeared until a small light waving around, indicated a goodbye.

You watch his figure walk away from you, forever lost in that empty darkness and you feel empty in your stomach.

That same feeling stays with you, all the way to your apartment. You couldn’t shake it off. You remember settling into your bed and staring at the roof above you, placing your hands on your stomach as if it could help the ache settle there.

It wasn’t until you reached over and picked up your phone did that ache leave.

“Is this Hizashi Yamada?” You start off. “If he isn’t on, could you relay this message? ”

The servant on the line affirms.

“This is from [Name]. Tell him that he’s welcome to have one of my hotels for his New Years Party and I’ll send him a telegram for the address. Yes, that will be all. Thank you.”

You place the phone down and get into your sheets again. It looks like you’ll be spending New Year's Eve at a party.

***

“When you told me this was going to be a party, I didn’t expect something this extravagant,” You tell Hizashi once you walked into the ballroom and noticed all the decorations. Streamers of iridescent gold and silver hung everywhere in the room. You notice the many golden spheres that hang low from the ceiling. Everything seemed like gold, the decorations reflecting one another.

Hizashi is dressed in a freshly pressed tux, the smell of lavender wafting all around him. He finally shaved of the stubble he had and slick backed his long blonde hair.

“Well it is New Years, [Name]. I gotta impress my guests! Thank you for helping me out as well. You picked a pretty nice venue, I’ll tell you that.”

You stuff your hands in your pockets and allow yourself to bathe yourself in all the lights, “I did didn’t I?”

You could say the manager for this particular hotel was confused by the telegram you sent in the early hours of the day. Nonetheless, they were able to pull through by clearing out the ballroom and having tables set up ready for the endless amounts of food. Employees were clearing the winding staircases and big white balloons were being added to the railings.

You raise your eyebrow at Hizashi, seeing two handymen pulling through a large platform.

Hizashi shrugs, “It’s for the musicians and the dancers. I like my entertainment comfortable and what better than a stage for them to perform on?”

You roll your eyes and mutter, “Entertainment. Might as well have this party at a strip club.”

Hizashi might be a friend, but he came from old money. He could never understand the lives of others beneath him, especially the “entertainment” that he paid for all his events and parties.

You felt sorry for all of them, but you knew better than to pity. You can relate to the hunger and need for just one more gig, one more opportunity, one more chance to make living better.

Now, you know that all that glitter was gold.

Hizashi says, “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, what did you say?”

You purse your lips, “Nothing. Is there anything else you need?”

Hizashi shakes his head, “No, I think I’ll be fine. My parents are coming to visit the place to see how the preparations are coming.”

You nod.

“Well I’m very glad you like the venue-” you start out.

“Of course I do! Your really pulled through for me [Name]! I thought that it would take more convincing than what I did, to let you do this favor,” Hizashi says with a nervous chuckle.

You had half the mind to just straight up tell him that it really wasn’t him, it was a particular stranger you met just hours before.

“Maybe you underestimate my generosity,” you offer instead.

Hizashi laughs, “Good one!”

With that you slowly back away from Hizashi, to the stairs and give him a wave goodbye.

First part of your day is finished, then it’s time for the party.

***

It seems that your time as a district manager for multiple luxury hotels never prepares you for the extravagance of the rich and the wealthy.

If you thought the early stages of the party preparations were grand, that paled in comparison to what you’re seeing right before your eyes.

You were at the top of the stairs, handing your white fur coat that Hizashi so charitably gave to you a couple months ago to a servant. You didn’t bother to stop and take a look, until after you got the coat off but boy was it worth it.

The chandeliers were lit and were hung low on the ceiling illuminating everything it touched, and honestly it felt like it did. The lights reflected the thousands of streamers everywhere, the shiny glasses, plates and platters stacked up and golden spheres. And of course, to match with the amazing interior was the people in it.

Everyone attending was wearing the most flashy attire, jewelry and accessories dangling and dripping from their bodies like they were their own personal ballroom decked out with their candles and chandeliers. Flashes of pearly blues and slated whites whizzed by your eyes, as wisps of smoke left the mouths of the party goers. Surrounded by all these gem studded figures that reeked of the smell of wealth and power, that you knew too well, it was chaos freeform, beauty with no limits.

Through the regular, untrained, innocent eye, they wouldn’t get past all the blinding lights. They would be awestruck. But you’ve seen everything through your way up the ladder. You knew that all this was smoke and mirrors, and that underneath all these diamonds and wealth were secrets, silent crimes.

Was it ironic that this party was a masquerade? It was like that for you. When you placed the feathery, white mask over your eyes, it was no different than you hiding, more like abandoning, so many parts of you for you to be accepted into this society.

You glance at the stairs and descend down, lifting your skirt carefully, the strands of beads clinking down the stairs.

It’s a smart tactic, you think glancing at all the masks people wore. Everyone had to be nice to each other, because they didn’t know who was who. Funny, it was New Years Eve, the last night of the year and you’re going to spend your time being someone else.

It should be easy.

You glance at the center of the ballroom and see the platform adorned with all sorts of glitter and lights, dancers performing to the jazz band. You see a man wearing a red suit, the jacket embroidered with sequins of gold and a half mask, colored black. Familiar blonde hair waves around under a conquistador costume hat catch your attention so you make your way there.

You slip in easily into Hizashi’s circle of friends you see he’s entertaining.

He’s talking animatedly, glass swishing furiously in his hand, “And by God, I was terrified because-”

He looks over his shoulder and sees you. You give a lift of your eyebrows in response.

Hizashi slings his hand over your shoulder and it's too late for you to leave.

Hizashi drunkenly slurs, “This is my friend, one of the best people on earth [Full Name].”

You awkwardly introduce yourself, “Pleasure to meet all of you.”

They nod in agreement, others tossing out introductions as well.

Hizashi flicks your forehead and you flinch back, “This wonderful person right here? Yeah they let me use this ballroom.”

Someone wearing what you think is a princess costume pipes up, “Oh, you own this chain of hotels?”

You reply, “No, but I'm the district manager of some of these hotels.”

The company oohs and ahhs, some affirm and nod at that revelation. As expected. Hopefully that’s all they ask before Drunk Hizashi says something stupid, you wishfully think.

A man wearing a raven costume turns to Hizashi, “I was made aware that you paid for the venue?”

Hizashi opens his mouth to speak but you jump in, “Yes he did. He owes me for all the times he was a sore loser at poker.”

To top it off you give them a gleaming smile and to your relief everyone laughed as well.

You say in a rush, “It was truly nice to meet you all, but I think Hizashi needs some water.”

With that you grab him by the shoulders and drag him over the food table.

You grab a glass of water and hand it to Hizashi, with which he stupidly downs quickly.

You say through gritted teeth, “What were you thinking? Drinking this early? You were about to out yourself.”

Hizashi smiles, “Yes but you saved me.”

He wags his fingers in approval, while you all but grimace.

“Don’t you think I’m done with saving your ass already? You could have outed yourselves and your parents!” You say in exasperation.

Hizashi rolls his eyes, “But I didn’t.”

You answer back, “But you could’ve.”

Hizashi says in a sing-song tone, “But I didn’t.”

You open your mouth to argue back but you close it, “There’s no point in arguing. But the fact of the matter is, you need to watch what you’re saying and who you’re saying too.”

Your eyes sternly gaze into Hizashi’s glazed ones. The longer you glare at him, the haziness in his eyes slowly dissipates.

This might be a masquerade but Hizashi was an open book, these sharks of businessmen would eat him alive if he said something off-kilter or spilled some secret.

Hizashi nods slowly and in shame he turns his gaze away from you. Your mind started to dance in happiness, Hizashi finally listened to your scolding.

Your victory, though, was a short one, for as soon as Hizashi blinked in embarrassment away from you he quickly sauntered over to a group of Three Musketeers who were ogling at the dancers.

You do your best to keep cool, willing to turn your emotions of frustration into disgust as you watch them stare and gawk at the dancers. It really took just a couple of fishnetted stockings and bold lips for these men to lose their sanity.

The best you can do for now is pray that Hizashi will be fine mingling on his own. You nervously look through the dessert table, deciding between the chocolate dipped strawberries or the mini custard. You decide to reach for the miniature custard, your newly manicured nails, dragging on the metal tray not noticing another hand reaching forward.

While you were in, God knows where, a man with a swan-like costume steps forward to the dessert table and attempts to grab a custard.

Your nails brush over his and in surprise you look up and meet this person’s eyes.

You couldn’t see anything, of course they were wearing a mask. You realized this person was a man, dressed in a fine white suit with patterns of sun and water, intricately stitched on the lapel and cuffs of the jacket. The stitching seemed like a pale blue, that went with the miniature wings attached to his back. His mask covered the right side of his face, or was it his left? You couldn’t really tell. The same pattern of stitching matched onto the white mask.

You scanned his face again. The side of his face you could see was an angled cheekbone, purple-y eyebags and red-brown like eyes. Wisps of hair, now more combed neatly than when you first met him, dangled in imperfectness on his forehead.

Your body seemed to let out a collective sigh, “Shigaraki?”

And in one second it started to tense up after you heard Shigaraki chuckle, the sound dry from a bit of drinking you presume, but nonetheless the only sound your ears want to hear tonight.

“It seems as if fate cannot keep us apart, [Name].”

You smile and snatch up a custard. He pouts and it was your turn to laugh.

“Fate? I think it’s just pure coincidence,” you say jokingly.

Shigaraki leans across the table, face inching closer to yours.

“If it was just a coincidence, why are you at this party? There are many New Years Eve parties, yet we are both at this one?”

He raises his eyebrow at you and you reply, “There are lots of people here.”

Shigaraki shrugs and he leans in impossibly close. His breath tickles your ear when he whispers.

Your face burns and your heart is beating erratically.

Not from this close proximity, but because you can hear his go as fast as yours too.

“Well, if you were not lying to me last night, you managed some hotels. It seems to me you not only attended the same party as I, but you actually took a part in making it happen.”

He steps back, suave as ever and stares at your disheveled face, “Am I wrong?”

You quickly compose yourself and step back, hands behind your back.

You turn your nose up, “You do know that there are countless hotels, yes? It’s a big city.”

You lean forward and give him a smirk of your own, “What would have been more accurate is if you had noticed that practically half of the city is here, and I just so happen to attend.”

Shigaraki scoffs, a low, raspy sound, “Trust me, [Name], just from the few moments I had the pleasure to make your acquaintance, your presence seems far more important than just being a regular partygoer.”

Your heart skips a beat at his statement. How dare he make you this uncomposed?

You clear your throat, “To answer your question, yes I did make it happen. I helped with the venue for this party, this hotel is one of the many I manage.”

Shigaraki nods thoughtfully, glancing around and spectating the ballroom. You notice how his hair gleamed silver with all these decorations. He truly looked the part of the elegant, majestic swan.

Suddenly Shigaraki walks over to your side of the table. You furrow your brows in surprise.

He sticks out his elbow, which you now notice has a partial attachment of a wing on it, the feathers pure white with streaks of black.

You slowly hook your arm into his, careful to remain a comfortable distance.

Shigaraki smiles, and you notice a slight dusting of pink on his otherwise pale face when you look up at him.

“Where are you going to lead me, Shigaraki?” You say, honestly.

Shigaraki stops to think, eyes honing into yours. His eyes squint, eyebrows furrow and you giggle at his pouty lips.

“What are you doing?” You say with a laugh.

Shigaraki answers with no humor, “Trying to figure out where you would like to go.”

His free hand twitches at his side, almost reaching out into the space between the both of you.

“It’s just so difficult when I can’t even see half of your face.”

His voice came in a low murmur, a steady hum might be quiet for others, but it was the only thing you could hear. Shigaraki notices it too, if the fidgeting with his fingers was anything to go by.

You murmur back, “Then maybe take me somewhere, where I can take off my mask.”

You don’t miss the nervous gulp Shigaraki takes when you say that. You squeeze his hand and his red eyes take on a look of determination.

“Allow me to lead the way,” he says after just a moment’s hesitation.

The two of you weave in and out of the circles and groups that occupy the room. It was a miracle how you both survived, not being stopped by colleagues to chat, no servers came to offer your food.

You were two swans gliding in that crowded ballroom, people moving away like ripples in a pond until Shigaraki led you to a set of glass doors.

You raise your eyebrows at him.

He looks at you in feign confusion, “You manage these hotels yet you don’t know there’s a balcony?”

Shigaraki excuses himself from some people in front of the balcony, head slightly tilted like a bow. You follow suit, eyes downcast as if you were embarrassed of being seen like this.

It wasn’t that you were embarrassed of being associated or seen with Shigaraki. You feel like it should be the other way around. Shigaraki had a godly presence of a man, and you were just another nobody in a sea of somebodies.

Shigaraki doesn’t ignore your body language, but doesn’t make a comment.

Shigaraki pulls open the door and slightly bows and brings his hand out. You let out a huff of a laugh and step outside, a gust of winter’s air rushing by.

Shigaraki quickly follows and watches your face.

You speak first, “I do know that there’s a balcony here. I’m just surprised you knew where it was.”

Shigaraki shrugs, “It’s the first thing I looked for when I came here. Somewhere to rest. Sort of like your bridge.”

He takes a step forward and leans on the railing and you reel from the sense of dejavu that permeates your body.

“Unfortunately, I travel a lot for business so I do not have the pleasure of having a place to go to all the time. I have to find one wherever I go, no matter how long I stay there.”

He glances at you, a shadow falling on his face, feather-like brushes of darkness that cover his open half of his face. Your fingers itch to take off that damn mask so you could see that face entirely and wonder what he’s thinking with those tired, beautiful eyes.

You shake your head, “It’s not my place. I don’t think I ever had one. When I lived down there.”

You gesture with your head, at the fading lights and the view from the river.

Then you point with your thumb back, not taking a glance behind, “Or over there.”

Shigaraki inches forward toward you and you don’t move away. You don’t think you’ve ever opened up to someone like this, not your family, not your “friends”, let alone with a stranger wearing a mask.

You could blame it all on the fact you were a little tipsy, that the lights and the glamor phased you. Maybe you succumbed to the pressure of taking risks since it was the end of the year. But you know, deep down you want someone to understand the burden you carry. The pasts you tried to bury. Secrets you are ashamed of telling, reasons as to why you do certain things.

Someone to take off the mask you have sacrificed your life for, to craft and to perfect. Making and wearing that mask wasn’t worth it in the end, and you regret doing it in the first place. Was it selfish of you to ask for some mercy for the regrets you have today?

Slowly, fingers are outstretched towards your face. Your instincts tell you to flinch, but your body is being pulled by them. Shigaraki’s fingers stop at the surface of your mask, tips dancing over the rhinestones.

“We are all alone here,” he starts out. “Take off your mask and I will take off mine.”

You nod, a sense of relief washes over your body but at the same time a feeling of nervousness rushes through.

You know what he meant when he said to take off the mask, you think as you remove the mask from your face, untying the unnecessary knots you made behind your ears. He’s seen you calm and vulnerable before, but would he like what was truly underneath it all?

Shigaraki watches your movements with an odd rapture, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You turn away, hoping he didn’t catch your abrupt movements. After you take off your mask, you clutch it tightly in your hands while Shigaraki follows suit.

You oblige your greedy mind and let your eyes wander and watch as Shigaraki unravels his face and you are blessed with the sight of seeing everything. The brown-red eyes. The lavender crescent moons under his eyes. You even notice stray hairs that were caught between his mask that now dance and billow on his forehead and cheekbones, like wispy clouds.

Shigaraki says, “I understand what you mean. When you said you had no place.”

You look at Shigaraki trying to cover up your surprise.

He gives you a small smile, “I did not grow up like some of these people. My parents both worked. We did not have a grand home that hosted lavish parties. I did not have the money to receive a higher education. There was a great divide between me, and the people over there when I was younger.”

Shigaraki takes a deep breath, albeit shakily, “It was not until I got older, that I decided I needed to be like this people. Have this money, have this lifestyle. A life where I did not have to live paycheck by paycheck. I wanted money, but I also wanted time. I dedicated most of my teenage years studying and working in internships for big companies.”

He shrugs, “I got what I wanted. One of my internships led me to do international business affairs as one of the top leaders of the company, and now all I ever get to do is attend lavish parties such as these.”

You watch Shigaraki’s body language. The confident stature of a man you saw in the ballroom was gone, replaced by a man worn down by years of work, years of time spent.

Before you could even think, you hesitantly place a hand over his, rubbing with your thumb his fingers as if you could comfort him.

Shigaraki’s eyes widen, the most you’ve ever seen looked surprised but he quickly composes himself and his body didn’t seem to slump but rather relax in your touch.

“I think that is why I was so drawn to you at the park,” he says nonchalantly.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

Shigaraki’s pale face takes on a pink hue, “Well-”

“Well..?” You press on.

Shigaraki’s voice takes on a nervous tone, “Well, before I had to save you from falling, which is quite embarrassing by the way I cannot believe you could not catch that hat.”

You scold him playfully, “Do not change the subject on me Shigaraki.”

He laughs, “Before I had to save you, I may or may not have been watching you as I was making my way down the bridge.”

Now it was your turn to blush. Shigaraki sees your expression and exclaims, “See this is embarrassing! Now you know I was staring at you!”

You laugh it off, “More embarrassing than me falling off because of a hat?”

Shigaraki pouts and you want to photograph that expression into your brain for forever.

“Anyways, what I was trying to get across was that-”

Shigaraki stopped talking, and his voice fell flat. He turns to you with rapt attention.

“You stood at that bridge, like you’ve been there before but your appearance, the way you walked, your mannerisms. They weren’t of that place. You knew where to look, where to walk but when we talked last night it seemed that you were taking everything in for the first time.”

You feel like your circulation has been cut off, you momentarily stop rubbing your thumb on his hand.

You feel Shigaraki doing it back to you and you start to breathe again.

“Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to you. Because I feel as if you understand me,” He says finally, in a whisper.

You finally speak, “My parents, just after they got married decided to immigrate here. I grew up in a very different way than most, if not all, of these people here.”

You were always on the outside looking in. Your mother was a housekeeper, so you always had that constant reminder as a child that you were below these people. It left a significant influence on you that turned into determination, ambition, then into this old, festering piece of garbage.

You take in a breath, “I gave up a lot of things for a lifestyle like this. Family, a community, a home for me. I regret it. ”

Shigaraki watches you with caring eyes and you continue, “When I’m surrounded by people, they’re not people anymore. They’re business transactions, clients, ways to make more money, wealth, more growth. When I strived for power and a place in this world I didn’t realize-”

“Realize that there’s no humanity here,” Shigaraki says.

You shrug, “A bit morbid but yes.”

Shigaraki laughs at your banter and you laugh too.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence again, an echo of your conversation the night before.

This time you break the silence, “What time is it?”

Shigaraki glances at his wrist, “Almost midnight actually. A couple more minutes until the new year.”

You nod thoughtfully, “You know how people make resolutions for the next year?”

You turn to meet Shigaraki’s eyes and they dance playfully in recognition of what you’re going to propose.

He doesn’t assume though, instead plays dumb and teasingly replies, “Yes?”

You cheekily smile back, “Would you like to make some resolutions with me for the next year?”

Shigaraki leans forward, catching you in surprise and nods rather eagerly.

“How should we do this then? I don’t suppose you have paper and a writing utensil with you?” Shigaraki says, tilting his head downward towards you.

Despite everything your brain is telling you to do, your body betrays you and you magnetically lean forward.

“No I do not, so I guess we cannot sign a contract or papers tonight. I suppose we have to trust each other’s word,” You say with an air of finality.

Shigaraki ponders thoughtfully, eyes still trained on your face.

“I suppose we do.”

You open up first, your voice coming out in reverence, “I want to make an effort to reconnect with my family, and old friends.”

Shigaraki nods, “I think mine is similar to yours. I want to reconnect with the things that I left behind.”

You reply, “Hmmm… I also want to connect with new people too. Have real, sincere relationships. Built on things unseen and not signatures and paper.”

Shigaraki gives you a lopsided smile, “I think you already did that, [Name].”

This time you’re surprised. Your eyes squint in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Shigaraki’s smile grows impossibly wider, “Well you and I are connected, are we not?”

You let out a nervous laugh, “Please… I barely know you.”

Shigaraki leans in and gives a smirk, “That is perfect. Because I, too, also barely know you.”

He leans in closer, dangerously so. Strands of his hair are blown by the wind, tickling your cheek ever so faintly. You could feel the soft inhale and exhale of his breath close to your ear, but at the same time you could hear his heartbeat, the polar opposite of what his breath’s rhythm was.

“Maybe for another New Year’s resolution we should get to know each other better. No papers, documents, contracts at all,” he says in a soft, lulling whisper.

He pulls back from you, just enough that the tips of your noses barely touch.

There was no smirking, smiles, blushes or anything of the sort. Both of you looked at each other with a strong intensity that ringed in yearning and truth.

22! 21! 20! 19!

Your ears pick up on the countdown from inside, but your focus remains on Shigaraki.

“Shigaraki?” you ask softly, lips almost brushing his.

He hums in response, the vibrations sending shocks throughout your body.

“I have another New Year's Resolution,” you say, looking up at him through hooded eyes.

Shigaraki nods and whispers, “I think I have one too.”

14! 13! 12! 11!

You feel fingers sliding from your hips to the small of your back. They grip onto you and pull you closer. Shigaraki inhales shakily, featherlight, and delicately. You smile inside, knowing his actions mirrored the nervousness that was festering inside of him as well as yours.

He brushes stray hair that got caught in the wind from your face, thumb lingering on your cheek to stroke it, “I do think though…”

You look up at him through your lashes, eyes glued to his.

“That I will be able to do my New Years Resolution, right now.”

5! 4! 3! 2!-

Despite your preference for something slow and steady, your greediness overtook your body and governed your actions. Before Shigaraki could even say anything else, your hands immediately grab his tie and pull you closer. You press your mouth to his in a slight rush.

You feel his body go rigid, but it immediately relaxes, hands gripping you instinctively as if he’s known you for lifetimes before. He rubs his thumbs on your hips in a comforting, circular motion and your hands relax from its stiffness. Your hands opt to travel up his face, placing them on his angular cheekbones and practically squeezing them. You feel the ends of his lips curl into a slight smile and that small opening gives Shigaraki the opportunity to kiss you back.

You feel absolutely elated, your body light and free as if suspended in the air, no heels or heavy drapes of beads to weigh you down. Just Shigaraki’s lips, hands, eyes, words…. Just him.

You were disappointed when you feel your lips disconnect, your lips turning into a frown. Shigaraki laughs out loud, head thrown back and hair flowing. He tilts his head toward the sky and it was until then you realize why he pulled back.

The dark night was filled with fireworks. Everywhere. Purple flowers blooming to your right, green hearts and red water drops near the water. The chaotically harmonious sound of firecrackers and cheers from inside and outside filled your ears.

Shigaraki comes up from behind you and wraps his arms around you, whispering into your ear, “Happy New Years.”

You turn to look at a big, crooked smile, and floppy, flowing hair.

“Happy New Years,” you say back, before diving in for another kiss, to celebrate the New Year.

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yummygender · 2 years

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Shigiraki x Reader

Sub!Shigiraki x Dom!GN!Reader

You're having a very dysphoric day. Unfortunately for you, Tomura is being a little brat and you have to deal with it.

Trigger warnings: Gender dysphoria, pegging, Daddy/Mommy kink, begging, praise kink, bratty sub, spanking

You slammed the door close, earning a jolt from Tomura who was sitting in the kitchen, Kurogiri quietly cleaning the counter.

"Geez, can you be any more loud?" Tomura sassed.

You ignored him, ruffling his hair. Tomura growled at the touch.

"Don't touch me, bitch!" He snapped, his bandaged hand banging against the table.

You froze in place, shocked by his snarky behavior.

"What was that?" You asked, making sure you're tiredness wasn't making you hear things.

Tomura stood up and headed upstairs, shoulder checking you as he stomped upstairs to your shared bedroom. You took off your coat and followed him upstairs.

"Tomura?"

He ignored you, laying down on the bed as you sat at the end.

"Tomura."

"What?!" He snapped, glaring at you.

You rubbed his belly gently, earning a whine from him.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Tomura whined, kicking his legs. You crawled on top of him to stop his from kicking, earning another whine. This time, it was much louder and obvious.

"Tell me."

"Y-you dummy Mommy!"

This hurt you, considering that you've been having bad dysphoria lately. You sighed, letting go off him.

"Mommy?"

Nothing. You were tired and frustrated. Man, woman, nonbinary, nothing. You felt nothing. You felt like a human. A tired, dysphoric human. You only snapped back to reality (Oh! There goes gravity!) when Tomura flicked your nose.

You grabbed his wrist, digging your nails into him. Tomura squeaked, slightly horny.

"Don't."

Tomura growled, making you snap as you threw him over your lap. He squeaked, squirming underneath you.

"Do you need a spanking, mister?"

He continued to kick his legs, making you sweep your leg over his as you pulled down his pants and underwear.

"Tomura, you do realize that we've been together for about a year?" You asked, rubbing his back.

Tomura stayed silent.

"Tomura?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you ok?"

He returned to silence, gripping to your pants.

"I don't wanna talk."

"Baby, what's going on?"

"I want attention."

You began to spank him, not stopping the assault.

"Well, you got it." You joked.

Tomura groaned, spreading his legs.

"Mom-er...um..."

"Daddy'll work."

"Daddy~"

You chuckled.

"Good boy."

He moaned softly as you continued to spank him.

"Daddy, P-please peg me..." He begged, kicking his legs.

You chuckled, laying him on his back as you rubbed his belly.

"Good boy, taking the spankings. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe." You whispered, praising him.

Tomura moaned, biting his lip to the point he drew blood. You wiped away his blood, kissing his forehead as you stripped to your underwear and slipped on the strap-on.

"Shhh...it's ok baby, just strip." You whispered, rubbing his belly.

Tomura quickly took off all his clothes, quickly grabbing the lube from his bedside table. You smiled sweetly, grabbing the lube from him and applied it to the strap-on, slowly lining up.

"Thank you, baby. You're such a sweet baby boy. You're such a cutie pie." You whispered in his ear, thrusting into him.

Tomura moaned even louder, his face pure red.

"Do you like it when I praise you, baby?" You asked, still thrusting.

Tomura aggressively nodded, gripping to the bedsheets. You chuckled, kissing his neck.

"Aww, you're so cute. You're doing such a great job. You can let loose. It's ok to scream. It's all ok. I promise."

Tomura began to shake, screaming and flailing his arms.

"God baby. You're such a cutie. You're my cutie. You're doing great. Keep it up, Tomu-chan."

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum! C-can I cum? Please?? I-I'll be a good boy! I promise!"

"Why were you being bratty?"

"I-I was in a lot of pain. Please let me cum! Please? Please?" He begged as he hugged the pillow.

"Aww...are you going to keep begging?" You joked, rubbing his back.

"Y-yes! I-I want you!! Please Daddy?! Pretty please?! Please?! Please?! Please?!" He begged.

You chuckled, thrusting harder.

"Good boy. Good job, baby."

"C-can I cum? Please?! Pretty please?!! I wanna cum! I wanna cum, I wanna cum, I wanna cum! I WANNA CUM!!!" He begged, gripping to the pillow.

You continued to thrust, massaging his back.

"Go ahead, baby. You're a good boy."

Tomura came, his body fiercely shaking as you pulled out. You laid down next to him, rubbing his cheek.

"Good boy."

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yarozu · 2 years

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Here's part 17 of the characters with their s/o series.

Word count: 584

Masterlist here

Warnings:

Slight nsfw. Nothing to explicit, just slightly

Mention of murder

Mommy kink mentions

-TOMURA SHIGIRAKI

• Shigiraki is a very clingy man. And he is very unashamed about it. This is, of course, only after he finds a way to not kill you with a single touch. After he is 100% you won't hurt you, he is all over you. Or more he'll have you all over him. Hugging, kissing, cuddling, snuggling into each other while sitting together. All of it.

• He is so jealous. So so so jealous. He's a mix between Yamaguchi and Dabi when he is jealous. The "I'll fucking kill this guy" and then afterwards ask if you're tired of him. He'd be a little more aggressive with that though, kinda kidnapper-e aggressive. The "I don't care if you're tired of me. You're mine. You can't leave now. You have to stay with me forever." Might be a big exaggerated but meh.

• This man has Mommy issues and no one can convince me otherwise. This, of course, ending up as him being a soft dom. He'll be patient with you to a certain point. After that point you are done for. You will be getting punished for hours on end. {Don't worry though, you guys have safe words and everything set up so nothing will be hurting you in a non-consensual way}

I can also see him as a hard sub. Idk dude, this man is neither super submissive nor super dominant to me. He's just an even inbetween.

He will call you mommy if you're a chick though. Sorry not sorry.

• He's constantly doing things for you and saying "it's just the basics of a relationship", when it really isn't. He's just being very caring.

Buying you flowers just for the heck of it? He does that. Buying those clothes you were fawning over? He did that. Giving you massages after a hell of a day? No need to even ask. He's already on it.

You've been working a lot of over time this month and it really has been taking a toll on you. You're tired and sore and you just wish you could relax. But sadly for you, your work is not allowing it.

Shigi has taken a notice to this however and is planning on changing that.

The next Friday you get a call from work saying that you don't need to come in. You, being very happy with that, go to tell Shigi have you will finally be able to relax. "Hey Shigi, guess what! Work just called and said I get to stay home today! Isn't that just awesome..? What are you doing?" You ask Shigi as you see him standing with two suitcases in hand.

He simply says " let's go" before taking your hand and dragging you out to the car. "What the hell. What are you doing? Where are we going?" You ask as he starts up the car and drives off. "Hotel." He states as if it was answer of the year. "Hotel? What about a hotel?" You ask still confused.

"We're going to a hotel."

"Shigi. I love you. And I appreciate everything you do for me but why the hell are we going to a hotel?"

You ask slightly annoyed at the lack of information you're getting out of your partner.

"The hotel has a spa. You're exhausted and I get to see you all pampered. Seems like a win-win to me." The man states as if he didn't just confess to doing the cutest and most thoughtful thing in the world.

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0asisbliss · 11 days

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God were you amazing. From your hips, and whole body to your alluring personality. Where did you even come from? Your hands cupping his face when he looks at you. All of this was what he wanted. Everyone knew that. Everyone else could see. So why couldn’t you?

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mamayan · 5 months

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Shigaraki Tomura

cw: NSFW • Holiday Filth • Crush Shigaraki • Modern AU • dry humping • language • implied alcohol usage • pathetic virgin Tomura

Thinking about being Shigaraki’s little sister’s best friend.

Being invited over to her house and being so excited unbeknownst to your friend to see her nasty older brother. Tomura holed up in his room, feet up and knees bent as he sits in his fancy leather gamer chair spewing filth into the mic of his headset. Being given the most toe curling glare from him as he looks up from under his messy bangs and sees you peaking at him through a crack in the door. Sneering and telling you to “fuck off” and you do, scampering away to shamelessly rifle through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for any of his hygiene products. There’s not many. It doesn’t matter though, since he left his dirty clothes from last night in a bundle on the bathroom floor beside the shower and toilet.

Your friend babbling on endlessly about family drama but you can’t pay attention as dinner begins and Tomura is forcibly dragged down the stairs, eye bags heavy from lack of sleep, mumbling out vague answers on how college is going. He notices his little sister’s annoying friend though, you, who always seems to be judging him from the way you constantly have your eyes on him. It pisses him off, and he’s not afraid of outing you in front of everyone.

“Why don’t you find something better to stare at bitch,” and cackling as the home filled with relatives and friends erupts at his rude comment and language. His family is comforting you, telling you he’s just having a rough day, he doesn’t mean it, etc. Your friend is intent on vengeance but you assure her it means nothing to you. She’s used to the behavior and agrees he’s not worth the trouble, being pulled away by relatives intent on being nosy into her personal life.

Tomura did mean it though, and you know it too, and it still doesn’t stop you from sneaking away upstairs while the house slowly boozes up and begins to become rowdy. Tomura slunk away to return to his game he’d been playing with friends, some stolen snacks and a cheap bottle of vodka in his hoodie pocket he takes a straight swig from every now and then as he gets heated into his gaming match.

He’s nearly surprised to see you open his bedroom door and not his mom or sister intent on giving him a headache.

“Back to keep staring whore?” He’s snickering as he flips up the mic, his game paused for a moment while waiting on another friend to join the match.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t expect you to lock the door, a brow cocked up as he reassess you.

You’re much cuter now. The baby fat gone and a young woman blooming, barely an adult now but it didn’t stop his eyes from lowering to your chest that was rising and falling quite quickly. He’s always been so used to seeing you attached to his bratty shit sister that he’s never appreciated you before.

“Wanna do more than stare though.” He’s even more shocked to see you tossing the ugly Christmas cardigan you matched with his sister, the plain dress under easily lifted over your head and dropped too. Right in front of him.

“Ha, oh yeah?” He’s baffled but not upset, dropping his feet and manspreading wide as his cock hardens in his sweats. He’s shameless in palming himself through them, setting his controller aside and licking his dry lips as you come closer, cute little matching bra and pantie set doing little to hide your hard nipples poking through the fabric and pussy lips. “Fuck, look at you, all grown up huh?” His eyes on you as you slide the dainty fabric covering your cunt down and stepping out, removing your bra next slowly, letting him drink you in. You’re nearly vibrating with excitement, eyes wide and bright as you straddle him.

“Little pervert, you wanna ride my cock?” You smile, because he’s acting like he isn’t some loser virgin with trembling hands digging into the fat of your soft ass. You can feel he’s just as strung up now, his palms lightly sweating as they slide up and cup your breasts, eagerly pitching and pulling at your nipples while you roll your hips over his chubby cock. “D-damn, where’d’ya learn to act like this?” He’s nearly about to cum from touching your tits alone, but the feel of you grinding down on him is making him lose it.

“I watched porn.” He groans, finally losing patience and pulling his dick free from his sweats, ready to naively try and enter you without any prep. He’s huffing and breathing heavy as he rubs the tip through your folds and trying and failing to hump into you. He’s just bumping uselessly against your tightly closed entrance while he moans and buries his face in your chest, happy when you begin to run your fingers through his hair.

He’s coming a minute later. No penetration necessary for him to spurt his hot spunky load against your pussy as he nearly passes out from how hard he cums.

“Holy fuck—!” You nearly have to muffle his cry of pleasure as he grips you for dear life.

The banging on his door a minute later making you both fumble for clothing as your friend’s voice comes out in a battle cry for your location.

“You fucking asshole! You hurt her feelings and now I can’t find her!”

You both only look at one another in amusement and embarrassment.

“Try looking up your ass since her face is always buried there!” He shouts back, and you have to bit back the comment you want to yell at him. Little does anyone else know the true reason you love going to the Shigaraki house when Tomura is home.

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vnusoki · 3 days

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WOULD THEY BURN THE WORLD FOR YOU ?

simply to put it, he wouldn’t. it doesn’t mean he loves you any less. no, he’s reminded of how much he loves you when your making love to each other, or when he gives you a light peck on your cheek in passing and he sees the blush rise on your cheeks. he loves you so much, his heart couldn’t handle it. but he’s a good man. he wouldn’t burn the world down for you. he has a right moral compass and though he may be mm madly in love with you, he’d let you go for the greater good, tears streaming down his face as he holds the knife that would end your life, and admittedly, save everyone and still, he cries because he knows it’s the right thing yet he so desperately does not want to do it. he knows any other option would result in the death of innocents and he knows his hero heart couldn’t take it. and so, he lets you go…

IZUKU MIDORIYA, aizawa shota, KATSUKI BAKUGOU, zhongli, xiao, AYATO KAMISATO, wriothisoley, NEUVILLETTE, thoma, ITADORI YUJI, NANAMI KENTO, ino takuma, HIROMI HIGURUMA + your faves . . . ?

there the opposite. he would burn the down for you. regardless of the consequences, he can’t live without you and he knows that. he loves you too much to let you go. and he knows that when he sees you beneath him, tears streaming down your cheeks from the pleasure of it all and your telling him you love him too. he wants you near him forever, he needs you near him. so he’d watch the world burn, hand in hand with you and he wouldn’t care because he has you by his side. his entire world and so what if everyone burned? you were okay. and that’s all that mattered. and he’d kiss you again and you remind of that again with your face in his hands and he swears he wouldn’t ever let a single thing harm you. it’s his own twisted love, and he knows it’s beyond wrong, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

SHOTO TODOROKI, TOMURA SHIGARAKI, DABI, al haitham, DILUC, kaeya, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, toji fushiguro, SATORU GOJO, choso kamo, RYOMEN SUKUNA + your faves . . . ?

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kingtomura · 2 months

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Uber Eats

synopsis: What a crappy Friday night! You’re the only driver for your restaurant and you have to deliver to this Tomura S. guy. The worst part? He never tips. wc: 2.7k content: tomura shigaraki x female reader, quirkless au, oral (f! receiving), overstim, degredation, vaginal fingering, mdni cross posted to ao3

You hated this guy.

He ordered every week without fail, like clockwork.

“Do I have to make this delivery?” You ask your manager, wishing the ticket in your hand would burst into flames.

It did not.

The black ink only stared back at you as you stewed in your own misery:

Tomura S.

“You’re the only driver we have!” Your manager calls back to you, tossing some rice around in a wok before dropping it into a takeout container. “But after this, you’re good to go.” he placed the next order into the wok and the hiss of the food only added to the bustle of the restaurant.

You sigh, accepting your fate and crumple the receipt in your hand. It was the last delivery of the night so you find solace in at least being able to leave once you were done.

This guy was a known regular, and better known for not leaving a tip. Ever. It didn’t matter how big the order was and it didn’t matter what the weather had been outside — Tomura S. would not tip. And unfortunately for you it seemed he was more likely to order on your shift so you had to be the one to deliver. What awful luck.

Your manager waves you off after he finishes packing Tomura’s order and you step outside to your bike. It was about a fifteen minute bike ride, and the sweet promise of going home was all the motivation you needed to get it over and done. You put the order in the front basket of your bike and were off, hitting more than a few bumps in the road on your way.

Once you reach the apartment complex, you set your bike aside and head up to his door.

You’ve been here many times before, but that doesnt stop the nerves.

Tomura was an… interesting fellow. Never a smile on his face and rarely a thank you.

You steel yourself at the door of his apartment, taking a breath before raising your fist to knock. Maybe today would be different, you ponder, shifting your weight to cool your nerves. Maybe he would tip generously and send you on your way.

Everything could all be a big misunderstanding and you start to feel yourself get a little hopeful. He could be a nice guy under that rocky demeanor — maybe you’ve misjudged him.

The door opens with a little too much force and a vermillion glare meets your eyes.

You feel yourself falter under his gaze. “Um, Tomura?" You put on the best smile you could and extend your arm, the bag of takeout presented to him. "Here’s your order.”

He looks down at the bag and then back up to you — carmine eyes giving away ill hidden boredom before ripping it from your hand and turning on his heels. The slam of his door making you jolt as you strained to hear his muttered thanks. So quiet you’re sure you may have imagined it.

It would be generous to say you were shocked, but tonight had not been a kind night to you. A few too many potholes on your way here and a few too little tips given out has your lips pursed and fists clenching in anger. You had just about had it with this man.

What was his deal? You come all this way, make sure his food is hot — hell, you even smile and that's still not enough. Well, you were done playing nice and found your fist tapping against his door before your brain could process your actions.

In less than a few seconds the door swung open, this time a much more annoyed Tomura greeting you.

“What?” He rasped, face turned down into a scowl, much different from his earlier indifference.

You don't waver, “What is your deal?”

His brows shoot up in surprise, “Excuse me?”

“I said, what is your deal? I’ve been delivering to you for months and not a single time have you tipped me! You know that's how I make a living right? It's just unfair.” you huff, exasperated.

This seems to surprise him further, and if you weren't crazy you would think that was amusement on his lips. “Tip? Is that what you want?”

You are surprised, but you nod.

He huffs, taking a step back, “Fine.”

And then he’s gone.

You’re not sure if he intends for you to follow him inside the apartment, but you have an idea that he wouldn't leave his door open otherwise — so, against your better judgment, you go in.

It's dark in the apartment, and not very spacious. The dim lighting gives you little to work with but the blue light from the idle game screen playing on the tv in the living room helps you make out what you're looking at. Tomura has already gone deeper into the home, no doubt to his bedroom or wherever he may keep his money. You decide to stay where you are in the living room and look around a little.

The space wasn’t… awful, messy — yes, but not disgusting. It looked average to what any other twenty-something living alone would look like.

You try not to make a habit of getting to know customers you deliver to, but judging from the nintendo switch docked near his television, it seems you may have a little in common.

What surprises you are the anime figurines and plushies lining the bookshelf near the television. He didn’t strike you as a plushie enjoyer. Finding yourself smiling, you walk over to one. A green dino with goofy teeth and cute eyes. Cute. You reach out to touch it, the plushie feeling as soft as it looked.

The sound of footsteps on hardwood break your focus and you look back to see a grumpy Tomura, looking through his – assumedly empty – wallet, “I don’t have any cash on me.”

His hair is fluffy and white, but looks a pale blue in the hue of the paused game on the television screen. His frustration is prominent in his scowl and you take this moment to really look at him, carmine eyes focused and brooding. He was taller than you originally thought and his black shirt was loose around the collar area, exposing his collar bones and you find your eyes drifting lower. You could tell he was toned under the thin black shirt he wore but you had never had a chance to really notice. Unconsciously, you lick your lips.

“Did you hear me?”

Your eyes snap up, cheeks flushing, “Y-yeah!”

He huffed, irritation obvious but continued anyway, “well, what do you want?”

You don't know what you want anymore. If he doesn't have cash then it doesn’t matter. This seems like it may have just been an oversight on his part, so you may be better off letting this go. Maybe he would order again and tip you extra next time.

You take a few steps forward, every intention to walk by him and get to the front door when you stop, finally responding to his question, “nothing, just remember next time.” Your gaze catches his and then drifts lower, to his lips. Tomura catches the trail of your gaze and it forces you to look away. You swore there was a hint of a smile on his lips but maybe you were tired, it has been a long day.

You shift your weight, ready to continue on your way out when Tomura reaches for your arm, grip tight and demanding. It takes you by surprise, but surprises you even further when he dips down and crashes his lips into yours, rough ones meeting the softness of yours. The kiss is not smooth or slow, but needy and hungry, Tomura playfully nipping your bottom lip before pulling away.

“I have an idea,” he breathes and pulls you by the hand to his couch, falling ungracefully onto it and in an instant he's on top of you.

Your cheeks are burning as you place both palms onto his chest to halt his movements, “H-hey, what are you doing?”

His laugh is low as if you should already know the plan. “I’m going to give you your tip.”

And then he's down again, lips warm and demanding. A moan escapes your throat and you fist a hand in his hair, overwhelmed and desperate to get more of him. His tongue swipes your bottom lip and you waste no time letting him in. His large hand trailed down your side, and you pressed closer to him. He felt intoxicating, and arousal pooled in your belly as Tomura pulled away, panting. He was just as flushed as you knew you were, the wild look in his eyes only making the arousal between your thighs slicker.

Tomura trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving soft bites in between licks. A particularly hard bite made you gasp, gripping his shoulder and turning your head, giving him better access to your neck.

He only chuckled, sitting back and looking down at you, “You look like whore.” he spat, teasing tone in his smile. “All spread out on my couch like this.”

His hands moved to your pants, popping the buttons and pulling them down. You should stop him, tell him to wait because you barely know him and it's a little soon, but his words have you biting your lip and lifting your hips to help him get your pants down and off.

That only makes Tomura shake his head in disbelief, a pleased smile betraying his false disappointment.

He reaches down and presses his middle finger to your clothed cunt, rubbing soft circles and laughs, “You’re soaked. Didn’t take you for such a slut.”

The words only spurred you on, spreading your legs further and closing your eyes. It felt good to finally get some kind of contact – he was right where he needed to be. Until he pulled away, leaving you more desperate and a complaint on your lips. You stop in your tracks though as Tomura leans down, tongue licking you through your panties.

Your hands fly to his hair, moan erupting from your lips. You’re unsure how thin his apartment walls are, but you don't care. The feeling sends pleasure shooting up your spine and your heart picks up its pace.

Tomura laps at your clothed cunt, fabric muting the full feeling but giving you enough to cry out. You find yourself grinding closer, body begging him to keep going and he obliges, only for a moment. He gives your cunt one more kiss before pulling back and pulling your soaked panties down and off, tossing them across the living room.

He wastes no time diving back in, tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit and your back arches. The hold you have on Tomura’s hair is so tight, you're sure it’s painful at this point, but he only groans, wet muscle lapping your clit eagerly. Your thighs reflexively try to close, but Tomura is faster, hand stopping them and thumb rubbing soothing circles.

“Oh, god,” you squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure building quickly and you will yourself not to go over – not yet. That would be embarrassing.

You feel the pressure in your abdomen tighten and it's clear you won't last much longer. Tomura took that moment to suck your sensitive nub and you spill over, mouth open in a silent moan and thighs quivering.

Tomura rides you through it, only pulling away from his ministrations once you catch your breath. “That soon, huh?” There's no bite to his words and you only give him a halfhearted glare, heavy lidded eyes still reeling from your orgasm.

You’re distracted and don’t notice Tomura’s not finished with his antics. It wasn’t until you felt a digit pressing at your heat, slipping in slowly and making you mewl in pleasure. You were soaked, and the pressure making your head loll onto the armrest of the couch. It felt so full already.

“Ah!” you gasped, feeling the familiar glide of Tomura’s tongue against your oversensitive clit once more.

It was almost too much, your cries reaching new heights as he pumped his digit in and out of your sopping cunt, juices from your arousal mixing with his saliva. He was taking his time building your next orgasm, moving slow and steady, making your toes curl in pleasure.

The push of a second finger against your hole had you tapping Tomura’s shoulder, “t-too much! Tomura!”

Your cries fell on deaf ears as he continued, tip of his tongue flicking your clit as the second finger pushed in to join the first, waisting no time fucking you in earnest. His fingers were thick and the feeling of being so full made you dizzy, pleasure spiraling as you tried to ground yourself mentally. You grabbed Tomura’s shoulder, fisting his shirt in your hand as you lost yourself in the pleasure once more.

Tomura’s motions ceased as his eyes met yours. You could only imagine how blissed out you looked in this moment, breath ragged and sweat clinging to your brow. Tomura wasn’t much better off — he was as desperate as you, hair splayed in wild directions after your hands ravaged through it. You open your mouth – impatient words on the tip of your tongue and Tomura curls his fingers, digits hitting that spongy spot inside that made you see stars.

He flattens his tongue, giving your clit a final lap and it sends you over – for the second time tonight.

Your back arches and your legs shake as your orgasm washes over you. The feeling sends waves of pleasure throughout your body, eyes squeezed shut and mind buzzing.

Tomura watches as you come apart, palming his erection in awe. You meet his eyes once you come down from your second high of the night and Tomura wastes no time in crashing his lips to yours, clumsy and wet. You could taste yourself on his lips and groan when he pulls you closer.

There's a trail of saliva linking the two of you once he pulls away, but Tomura’s heavy gaze is only on you. He leans back in once more to give you a much softer kiss, before pulling away again and giving the same soft kiss on your cheek — heat rushing to them for reasons entirely different from what just transpired between you both.

It was very… intimate – in a way you did not expect from someone who had just called you a slut.

It makes you want to reach out for him when he pulls away further, eyes seemingly pondering something you’re unaware of. He looked down at you one more time, before looking to his television and his unopened takeout bag on the coffee table.

“My show is about to start, so…” he starts, picking up the remote to change the channel of the television, screen lighting up and noise filling the room. You stare as Tomura sits back and gets comfortable, opening his takeout bag and removing the contents.

Was he… was he kicking you out right now? Seriously?

Your brows fly up, eyes widened in disbelief — his lack of reaction at your scoff only proves you right. He was kicking you out. Bullshit. The humiliation is evident as you scurry to find your pants, not bothering to find wherever the hell he tossed your underwear earlier, and get the hell out of there before you said something you would regret.

The only thing on your mind was the front door as you brushed by Tomura one last time.

“Hey!” he called, gluing you to your spot. Your heart jumped as you turned back to him vaguely hoping he would offer you to stay a little longer.

That small flame of hope died as soon as it came because Tomura was only extending your long forgotten phone to you.

You snatch the device from his hand and make your way out the door, face burning and legs still tingling from the way he made you come undone mere moments before.

Once you reach your bike you find yourself huffing in annoyance. What else did you expect? Him to offer you some of his takeout? That would just be silly. You’re walking your bike to the sidewalk, ready to hop on and go back to the restaurant – sure your manager is worried sick about his only driver – before your phone buzzes in your back pocket.

Tomura S.

Your eyes widened as you read a text from the name you knew you hadn't saved in your contacts before.

You forgot my drink.

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nishiyako · 9 months

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Intoxicated (NSFW)

Paring : Incel!Shigaraki x Drunk!Reader

Tags : Drunk sex, Blow Jobs, Hand jobs, Thigh Riding, Riding, Vaginal Penetration, Unprotected sex, Creampie, slight voyeurisim (Dabi), Pervy Shiggy, Name calling (Whore & Angel), Gaming sesh, Pre-PLF coded shiggy (Idk, I just like him that way), Happy Ending <33

Summary : The pent-up sexual frustration was building up while drinking with your colleagues, so you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.

Tomura was the type to stay in his room in the base, doing whatever incels liked to do.

When you'd pass his door, you'd hear the clacking of a keyboard accompanied by various sound effects from video games. Just like tonight, you passed by his room while you heard just that.

You knocked on his door before waiting afew seconds, you pried the door open to see his back turned from you and eyes fixated on his monitors like always.

"Hey boss, y'gonna join us?" You asked, holding the alcohol bottles for him to see. His head only turned enough to see you in the corner of his eye, red crimson eyes seeing the bottles only to look back to the screen.

He wasn't wearing any headphones, so he was obviously ignoring you as a 'no'. You rolled your eyes before heading out of his room, closing the door in front of you.

You sat with the rest of the league. "Where's sigaraki?" Spinner asked when he saw you."He doesn't wanna join, too busy with his game or somethin' " You sighed before sitting down.

It didn't matter to them that he didn't join, but that was to them. You were at least hoping to get close to him yourself.

You'd catch him talking to Spinner about their games or Twice and Toga bothering him while you watched their antics. He avoided conversation when it wasn't needed, but he avoided you constantly. Giving you a quick answer or two if needed, then storming off.

To you, he was mysterious and attractive in a questionable way.

But to him, you were like a drug, something to stay away from. More like an innocent angel, something he shouldn't ruin with his incel bullshit.

The countless times he'd have to run back to his room with his tail in-between his legs and a painfuly hard cock all because you wore shorts that day.

You were adorable and hot. It was so unfair having someone like you on the team right there yet so out of his grasp.

He wouldn't call you a "crush" just a fuckable inconvenience.

So like that the night continued, most of them talking to eachother drunkenly telling their stories with the enthusiasm of a child, yet you we're still getting tired of them, no wonder Shigaraki always hid in that room of his.

You were drunk, the noise of your other drunk colleagues made it worse.

The worst thing was that you were horny. You hoped tonight would fainally be used to get rid of all your pent-up frustrations from the busy month, but once you got the invitation to drink, you couldn't say no.

You considered Dabi. His scars were hot, but he was too much for you. Toga? She's cute, but there's no way you could handle her. Spinner was on another dimension at this point, and Compress already called it a night and retreated to his room.

So you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.

You stood in front of the door, not hearing the clacking keys anymore but some streamer playing in the background. You didn't know which, and you didn't care.

You knocked a few times, waiting a few seconds and entering.

He noticed you enter, of course he didn't pay any mind to you, eyes still on the screen.

You stumbled to him, placing the alcohol bottle on his table, "I told you I'm not drinking." He stated, the rasp in his voice sent shivers down your spine, yet it was so addictive. turning his squeaky gamer chair to face you.

You didn't even bother to give him a response, getting on your knees with your face in between his legs, already working on the tie on his sweatpants.

"What are you!-" You hushed him, pulling down his boxers and licking the limp shaft until it got hard. you didn't know what excited you more, the fact it doubled its size, or you couldn't even close your fist around it.

You swirled your tounge in circles around the red swollen tip, giving it the occasional kiss to tease.

The door was still slightly pryed open, open enough if someone walked past in front of the door they could see you seducing the boss so drunk on Hennessy you couldn't even think.

The streamer still talking away to their chat, not knowing one of their viewers were about to get sucked off during the stream.

"Hey whore! Cut it out, you're drunk." He called your attention hoping to snap some sense into you, you were unknowingly about to give Tomura his first blowjob.

"So?" You said in a loving tone, a small giggle slipping through your lips as you lowered your head.

"It's Tomura." He said, reminding you like you mistook him for someone else, "I know." You looked up at him, your hooded eyes staring into his, admiring every feature.

The beauty mark near his lips, his deep red eyes, and the fluffy hair almost curtained over his eyes. You never really realized how cute he was out of his uniform.

Tomura swolled anxiously. If this was his fate, then so be it.

Your mouth engulfed him, tounge licking every inch of skin and sensitive gland on his cock, it would occasionally twitch on your moving sloppy tounge.

His left hand clicked the space bar, pausing whatever he was watching as his attention was now greedly stolen by you.

His right hand was placed on your head, mindful of his pinky. Petting your soft hair as your head bobbed up and down.

His raspy moans and groans polluting the room as a bit of the noise slipped through the open door, the praises of "fuck yeah." Slipping through his wounded lips, and his slightly fucked out expression lit up by the monitor.

He watched your cheeks hollow and plump lips move on his girth, tounge teasing every vein you knew was sensitive and your hand stroking whatever you couldn't handle, he was scared he was gonna wake up if he moved too much.

His abdomen tensed from the pleasure, eyes closing shut yet desperate to watch you, struggling to catch his breath in between his moans.

His mind went black, only hoping that he did join you guys for drinks. Maybe he'd find out why out of all the annoyingly hot people on the team, you chose him.

You slipped him out of your mouth, wiping the spit off your chin as you got back on your feet.

His crimson eyes met yours, confused before you straddled him in his chair, sitting over him as you removed your pajama pants, making them puddle on the cold floor.

His mind was racing, miltipule thoughts suriging a storm in his mind but he saw the one thing that could possibly make it stop and not ruin the sight, he took the bottle off the table taking a few swigs before looking back at you.

You seated on his clothed thigh, frilly pink panties against the boring Grey sweatpants he'd sport every day.

Pink fabric already stained with your lust as you grinded against his clothed thigh for friction you only dreamed of.

His finger was under your chin, forcing you to look at him. With your pleading hooded eyes and quivering lips, not to mention the adorable flushed cheeks from the achohol.

All you wanted to do was rub your needy sex against the muscle of his thigh as your hands explored the body under his black hoodie.

His sadistic eyes looked down on you when he'd occasionally jolted his leg up to make your squirm and shiver.

You heard footsteps grow closer, walking more like drunkenly stumbling to the door.

Averting your eyes was a mistake, only to be told off with a demanding "mm-m, eyes on me." From Tomura.

Of course, you complied, even stroking him during it.

The contrast of feeling your soft hands around his length was so much better than his calloused hand he used.

Shuddering breaths inches away from your lips as your hips rocked back and forth, knowing the eyes on you, yet you couldn't see who they belonged to.

Compress is asleep, Spinner? No, he wouldn't stay that long, Toga? Probably would walk away just hearing the sounds. So it was Dabi, that creep.

Even though the embarrassment was painful, it still felt good to know someone's watching you have the privilege to grind on the boss so earnestly.

Stroking his cock as his hands were busy holding your face up so he could examine you and holding the shared alcohol bottle in his other hand.

Tomura let go of your chin, giving you the opportunity to look while he guided your legs to straddle him.

And your guess was correct, you and Dabi were looking at each other as he leaned against the doorframe, giving you a condescending grin as he watched you fall apart on the boss's deadly touch.

You looked back at shigaraki, he was well aware of the captive audience watching the both of you be he didn't care as usual, he didn't care who you'd fuck after this, aslong as he got to right now.

He guided your hips to lower onto him, slowly sinking down on him.

he held you by your hips supporting your movements, controlling your pace as you grinded with him inside, you moand into his ear only to get him harder, twitching against your gummy walls.

It didn't take long before he made you start bouncing, he looked at you so enfacueted, you looked so perfect to him, hair a mess and so intoxicated on his cock, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pleaded for his kisses.

Dabi watched the scene, feeling his cock strain against the fabric of his clothes, watching your adorable expressions while you fucked someone with that kind of power.

It was annoyingly hot.

He could watch all he wanted, but he knew once Tomura was done with you, you were forever off limits.

He closed the door infront of him, giving you both some privacy before leaving to his room, probably just gonna stroke himself to that mental image of you fucking him instead.

Tomura took his fainal drink, placing the empty bottle on his table. Sure, it tasted bad, but at least he was feeling even better now.

His hands fainally explored your body, tracing your curves and stomach before finding their place on your waist, thumbs rubbing against the skin over your ribcage.

Your foreheads pressed together, moaning against his lips as he watched how your warm body moved, tempered by the alcohol it only made everything better and a bit sloppy.

Your insides coating his cock in a white opaque liquid from all your pent up frustrations, all those nights you couldn't get off from the busy schedule.

Your legs tensed, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over again, so painfully good it had you seeing stars every time you rutted against him.

The sudden ego boost getting to his head watching you writhe on his cock, your hands pawing at his soft hair, giving the occasional tug.

Your back arched, his face buried in the crook of your neck, working on a few love bites and hickies to discover in the morning.

He was bigger than expected or you were just more pent up than you knew, regardless of who needed this more you knew this wouldn't be the last.

Your bounces became faster, more needy for the feeling of his tip hitting your gushing cervix, the smug smirk you saw on his face, and the ghostly touches on you skin.

Your movements were animalistic, yet something about his static nature claimed you, watching you get off drunkenly using him.

You were zealous on the pleasure, now pawing at his hoodie, tugging as a sign of your limits before he clicked his tongue stealing your attention.

"Just a bit longer, angel." His raspy voice saying sweet things, maybe it was the alcohol but that meant a lot to you.

He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked, coming into his room to suck and ride him, yet something about you was angelic.

Not to mention the look of bliss you had on your face at that name, 'angel, angel.' His voice ricochet around your head.

"I don't think I can, boss." You managed to slip through your moans, so adorable that you're still calling him that.

"It was an order." His voice low, almost like a growl. His lips met the skin of your jaw, and you tried your best to hold on, savoring the sensations.

Your shakey legs and breaths were so painfuly obvious to him that he had to watch you like this for even a bit longer.

He hasn't felt touch in a while, and now suddenly being flooded with such intimate contact made him berserk.

With one pull on your waist, he thrusted into you, releasing all his pent-up seed inside you, flooding and painting your gummy walls with his warm fluids.

The knot in your stomach shaped with his forceful actions, making you squirm on his lap and grip on his clothing while letting out the most erotic moan he's ever heard.

Far better than whatever porn he used to watch.

•••

You woke up with a pulsing headache, eyes opening to see the familiar room and Shigaraki on his computer set up that was right beside his bed.

He sat there peacefully, headphones in so you wouldn't wake up from the various video game sound effects he'd usually blast.

An empty Hennessy bottle on his desk and your pajama pants nicely folded at the feet of the bed, you sat up, gaining Tomuras attention.

He looked at you, acknowledging your presence for what felt for the first time.

He braced himself for the names you'd call him 'creep, pervert, peice of shit' he was ready for anything except when you stayed quiet, rubbing your eyes adjusting to the harsh light of the monitor.

You didn't care that you were half naked in his bed, just caring about where breakfast is.

"Hey, wanna get pizza?" You said casually, your voice still a bit groggy.

Tomura removed one side of his headphones, "seriously? That's all you're gonna ask." He said in his usual dead tone, his raspy voice with a croak as you guessed he woke up only a few minutes ago.

Unlike last night, he was playing a single player game so now he had the privilege to pause so he could actually listen to you.

His headphones dangled around his neck, turning his chair to face you.

He saw you already on your phone, looking through the pizza shops website for new deals.

"Are you ignoring me?" He asked, his voice turning gruff. He could ignore everyone if he wanted to, but he couldn't stand being ignored.

"No." You said clacking away at your phone screen. "I asked you a question, and you didn't answer properly. You're actually ignoring me." You teased.

"Now what do you want." You said placing the phone to your ear, "Anythings fine." He muttered as you spoke to the employee on the other side of the phone.

•••

You sat on the floor of his bedroom, eating slice after slice while he ate beside you having your first conversation together when he suddenly asked a question.

"Do you remember last night?" He asked before swallowing down the food he was eating, "Last night? A couple of things, why?" You asked back, hoping you didn't have anything important you had to do that night.

"Well, we fucked last night. Don't know if you remembered that." He said, a pink hue forming on his cheeks from the embarrassment of having to remind you.

"Yeah, I remember." You said grabbing another slice like it wasn't anything important.

He was honestly stunned how comfortable you were like this, sitting with him on the floor eating pizza while you only wore your panties and top. You were practically strangers last night.

"I'm the one who initiated it dumbass, of course I remember." You said,"Not everything, but I know it was good." You confessed.

It was like a weird dream, remembering fragments of the night every few minutes.

"So, why?" He asked, almost concerned in his sentence. "I was horny, You were cute. You connect the dots." You said with a giggle in your sentence.

"Right.." he said, he never had anyone call him that.

Minutes pass, hours, actually. Yet you willingly stayed in his room listening to him rant about his games, and he'd listen to you rant about your interests.

When night feel you decided to head out, you both spent the whole day talking you lost track of time, Shigaraki watched you walk away opening the door before he spoke.

"Hey," he called out, you looked behind you to see him pulling out a set of controllers for the both of you.

He mentioned he had a few controller friendly games on his PC a few hours ago.

"About those games.." he cut his sentence, trying to find the words until he noticed you shut the door and walked towards him.

He was never the best with words, but you understood him and the awkward language he spoke.

You sat in between his legs, grabbing one of the controllers from his hands.

He memorized every button on the controller already, so he wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you seated as his chin rested above your head.

He'd talk to you later about getting a separate chair if this would be a usual occurrence, but right now, it was just you and him with the controllers and monitor.

Finally, replacing your noisy teammates with the peace you found in each other.

A/N : I'm alive!! Sorry I haven't posted, I got my first case of REALLY BAD writers block, but now I got back into my element!

(Solution to Writters block : Get zonked 🍃)

To all of those who sent asks, I SWEAR I DO ALL ASKS JUS GIVE ME SOME TIME <33 :sob:

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