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“Are you- are you serious? You’re gonna let me- let me do that?”
The look of shock on his face is picture-worthy, but unfortunately your phone is on the other side of the room from where you lay sprawled on the bed. Tomura Shigaraki’s bed, nonetheless. The infamous leader of the League of Villains, who has struck fear in the hearts of civilians numerous times.
And you’ve got him under your thumb. Whipped, practically.
It wasn’t like it was all that hard. You’re attractive, and you knew as soon as you met him when Giran brought you as a new member to the LOV that he was flustered by that. So flustered, in fact, that he couldn’t help but get weak-kneed and worked up around you. Well, after a few weeks of him trying to ignore you completely out of nervousness. In some aspects he behaved a lot like a kid, especially where crushes were involved.
Once he’d gotten over his petty- and typical- “be incredibly rude to your crush” faze, he’d been easy to crack. Even a simple smile in his direction would leave him ruddy-cheeked and squirming in his seat. A brush of your hand over his arm and he’d visibly stiffen, breath stuttering as you walked past, crimson eyes glued to the sway of your hips and ass. He wasn’t very good at hiding it- within a month all of the League was well aware of their leader’s infatuation with you.
You weren’t sure if he just didn’t care about being so obvious or if he was just that dense. Surely he had to know how loud he was at night in his room, presumably seated in his beat-up gaming chair with his boxers around his ankles, rubbing one out and crying out your name in his whiny voice. The walls of the base weren’t exactly soundproof in the slightest. It happened night after night- and every time it became harder to resist marching in there and showing him what could happen if he’d just politely ask instead of pining like a horny, awkward teen.
Tonight that’s exactly what you did. It was Valentine’s Day, and while you weren’t one for sappy things and you certainly didn’t buy him any sort of gift, you figured you could celebrate in a different way- by having your fun with the coneflower-haired NEET that you called leader. You’d hadn’t even so much as knocked before barging in, giving him no time to cover up. You had heard him once again whimpering and panting- the perfect time to wreak some havoc in the name of love. Or lust. Whatever.
Just as you suspected, he’d been sitting in his chair affront his computer, briefs pulled lazily aside to make room for his erect cock. Half turned towards the door, he’d sat frozen in place, eyes wide and horrified. Caught red-handed, one hand grasping his cock tightly, the other cradling his scrotum. It was clear he’d been at it a while, whitish semen weeping from his tip down his fingers, looking all too tempting in the dim light of his computer screen. With a lazy kick, you shut his door, arms crossed.
“I-I- get out!” he shouted, panic tinging his voice. A smirk quirked your lips at his tone- it was clear he was embarrassed.
“Why would I do that?” You tilted your head, tossing your phone onto the desk to free up your hands as you took a step closer. “I heard someone saying my name, clearly needing help. I’m no hero, but I’m not an ass.” He trembled the nearer you got, chest rising and falling rapidly. “C’mon, you don’t have to play dumb. You think I can’t see how you look at me?”
As much as you want to taste his cock, you’ve got other things in mind. He’s been teasing you for months, and now it’s your turn to return the favor. You stop a few feet away, a devilish grin on your face as you watch him fall apart under your gaze alone. Your fingers brush the hem of your shirt coyly, his breath hitching in response. He whines as you pull upwards, revealing soft skin he’d only dreamt of seeing. You’re sad you can’t see his face when he realizes that you’re braless, but the sound he makes- something between a moan and a whimper of embarrassment- is enough to satisfy you.
Shirt tossed to the side with your chest on full display, your hands wander down to your pants. Shigaraki looks wrecked, ashamed of the fact that his hand has begun to move again, stroking his length as his eyes take in the sight of you stripping for him. His hips shift in his seat, grinding himself up into his hand as you stretch lazily in front of him, only your underwear clothing you now. “Wh-what are you doing,” he grunts, hesitant gaze locking onto your’s.
“Nothing. Just giving my boyfriend his Valentine’s Day gift,” you shrug nonchalantly, flopping back onto his bed. His face flushed dark in the dim light, burning red. It’s cute.
“B-boyfriend?” he asks in disbelief, afraid you’d laugh and tell him it was all a cruel prank. But you don’t, somehow, only giving him a smile and slipping your hand into your underwear to touch yourself.
“Mhm.” Swirling your fingers around your clit, you sigh contently. “Of course, if you don’t want your gift…” you trail off. He jumps out of his chair comically fast, shaking his head.
“No, I want it,” he says, response rushed. He makes his way over, nearly tripping over a small pile of unwashed clothes in his floor. His room is a wreck, he knows, but that can wait til later. “Are you- are you serious? You’re gonna let me- let me do that?”
“Pretty sure that’s what was implied, babe,” you drawl in response, slipping a pair of fingers into your cunt. “You act like a virgin. All nervous and shy. It’s cute, keep it up.” He flushes at your praise, swallowing roughly as he crawls onto the bed to join you.
“S-so what?” he scoffs weakly, watching as you finger yourself. Impatient, he reaches forward and disintegrates your underwear.
“Hey, those were my favorites,” you whine, sticking your lower lip out in a pout. It’s quickly forgotten though as something dawns on you. “You are a virgin, aren’t you?” you ask with a grin, suppressing a laugh. He doesn’t answer you verbally, but the darkening of his blush says enough. It makes sense, you suppose. He’s always holed up in here or downstairs at the bar- you’ve never seen him socialize with anyone outside the LOV. And honestly… it gets you going. “Well, don’t just sit there, virgin Mary, lemme see you undressed.”
With a grumble at the name, he obeys, removing his shirt and kicking off his pants. He’s clearly embarrassed, being nude in front of you, but you intend to fix that quickly. “Look at you…” You coo praise at him, beckoning him closer until you can run your hands over his bony chest. He’s not much to look at to most, but you’ve got a thing for skinny NEETS, it would seem. The praise isn’t lost on him- he seems visibly bolder now, pleased by the affection. “Come closer, puppy, gimme a kiss.” Once again, he obeys you, leaning forward over your body and pressing his chapped lips to yours. His inexperience shows in the clumsiness of his kiss, sloppy and pretty much all tongue, but you don’t mind. Nipping at his lip, you pull away after a moment to catch your breath. “Good puppy,” you sigh, reaching up to thread your hand into his hair and scratch his scalp. He groans, eyes fluttering shut, pressing into your palm. It’s clear he’s terribly touch starved, but he won’t stay that way, not with you. Eager for more skin-to-skin contact, you wrap a leg around his hips, pulling him down against you.
Shivering, he opens his eyes and looks at you, rutting his hips as his erection is pressed between your bodies, brushing against your cunt. “Can I-?” He asks cautiously. You nod, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the lips as you spread your legs further apart.
“Go ahead, baby. Lemme have that cock,” you breathe, watching him shudder at your words. It takes a few moments- he’s clumsy at aligning himself properly to you- but soon enough he sinks his length into you, moaning aloud as he settles. “G-go slower next time,” you pant, patting his back as you adjust. He’s not obscenely large, but he’s definitely not small either, and you need some time to adjust. He whimpers an apology, clearly sorry to cause you pain- or perhaps just ashamed by his own inexperience- burying his head against your tits to hide his face.
The embarrassment doesn’t last long, though, as pleasured sensations begin to urge him to roll his hips into you. His breath catches in his throat, brow furrowing. You moan as he picks up his pace, finally thrusting properly. It’s uncoordinated and unsteady, but it feels good, the way his cock stretches you, pressing against your walls and battering your cervix. And clearly, it feels good to him too.
Perhaps a bit too good, in fact. His moans quickly grow higher in pitch until they’re loud, nasally whines- and before you know it, heat is flooding into your cunt, Shigaraki’s face contorted in pleasure. He continues moving all the way through his orgasm, fucking his cum into you until it begins to spill out around his cock and onto the sheets. Finally, he collapses onto you, chest heaving, member still planted firmly inside of you.
You’re a bit disappointed you didn’t get to cum around him, but all isn’t lost. After a few minutes, he raises his head, looking up at you shyly. “You… you didn’t, uh, cum, did you,” he asks sadly, as though you’re going to kick him for not bringing you over the edge with him. Poor puppy. “No, but you haven’t even gotten your dessert yet, so it’s not too late,” you croon, pressing your lips to his for a brief kiss before you plant your hands on his shoulders and shove him down. He looks at you with wide, confused eyes, but realization seeps over his face as you settle a thigh over his shoulder. Cracked lips break into a grin as you smirk at him, running your hand through his hair. “C’mon puppy, better get to eating.”