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“What do you want?”
You froze for just a second at the demand, hand hovering over the handle of the door you had just shut behind you.
“To hang out, obviously” you answered brightly, secretly pleased that you had managed to suppress any potential wobbles in your voice. You swallowed hard and turned to face him.
Shigaraki grunted nonchalantly, seemingly at peace with your presence. He sat facing away to you on a storage crate set against the foot of his bed, eyes trained on the videogame he was playing. You smoothed the hem of your shirt and took a deep breath.
Am I really ready for this?
You shook your head and dismissed the thought. You were. You'd wanted this for a long time, and you’re pretty sure he did too. You’d caught him watching you more than once; his eyes trained on your thighs while you walked into a room, focused on your fingers as they ran through your hair, or locked on your lips while you told some silly story. You'd been dismissing it as wishful thinking for a long time, but just last week…. When you were updating everyone on a newly debuted hero, Dabi had sidled in behind you to look at your laptop screen, draping his arm across the back of your chair and leaning in so close to see that you were almost cheek to cheek. Shigaraki had glowered in a way that had set your cheeks blazing, and made your heart race.
Something, which you had a hunch was jealousy, had darkened his features that day. Today you were ready to put that hunch to the test.
You swallowed, shifting on the spot, before gathering your courage and heading towards him. Your feet were soft against the floorboards in your mismatched socks, and your hands tightened into nervous fists.
You can do this
You climbed onto the bed and crawled up behind him, peering curiously at the rapidly changing screen. It was a game you'd seen him play many times before. You weren’t really all that into video games, but you’d played together a few times. He’d always beaten you ruthlessly.
You refocused your gaze on Shigaraki himself. He wore a thin black t-shirt, the hot, muggy summer weather prompting him to ditch his usual long sleeves in favour of something lighter. You watched as his shoulders tensed and relaxed beneath the black fabric, lean muscles rippling with each new flurry of attacks he unleashed in-game. He suddenly tilted his head to the side, neck exposed, and your breath caught in your throat. Whatever maneuver he was attempting was forcing him to concentrate, and as you watched his pink tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth. You felt your stomach drop. What you wouldn't give to kiss that exposed neck, to feel his tension melt away beneath your lips…
Without thinking you leaned forward, placing your hands lightly on his shoulders from behind. You instantly felt him tense further beneath you, shoulders shooting up defensively.
“What the fuck are you doing” he snapped, clearly distracted but still intent on his game. You hesitated for a second, halted by the intensity of his voice. With another deep breath to steady yourself, you leaned in close behind him.
“Nothing” you murmured, noting with pleasure the goosebumps which appeared on his forearms. He shuddered lightly in response to your sudden proximity and your heart fluttered as you realised that despite his obvious annoyance, he wasn’t moving away from your touch.
Still focused on his game, Shigaraki suddenly huffed in frustration and tapped out a flurry of rapid movies on his controller. You took advantage of his distraction to move closer again, shuffling forwards on the bed until you were kneeling right behind him, knees resting gently against his lower back. He continued mashing the buttons, muttering under his breath.
“These guys, they don't know what they’re doing” he grumbled.
“Are you playing online with other people?” you asked, trying to calm the stuttering your closeness had caused in your heart.
“Yeah. Idiots. There's a couple that are okay but most of them…. Ugh are you kidding me?!” he suddenly interrupted himself, rocking backwards in frustration as his character got hit by a series of attacks on screen. Seeing an opportunity, you steeled your nerves and leaned into him, looping your your arms around his neck, crossing them on his chest. Your chest pressed against his shoulder blades, and your cheek ended up beside his ear, his long, light hair tickling your temple. Shigaraki went very still, continuing what he had been saying in a slightly faltering voice
“There's uhh… there's a couple of them that are alright. I uhh... See that guy on the right? SparkBolt44? I play with him... uhm… sometimes… I… What are you doing?” his voice had grown slightly hesitant.
“Nothing” you repeated quietly, very aware of how close your lips were to his ear. Slowly, you began trailing your fingertips across Shigaraki’s chest, skimming the thin black cotton of his shirt. His breathing grew almost imperceptibly heavier, his hands slowing on the controller. He grumbled a little low in his throat.
“It's not nothing, you're oh- ” He suddenly broke off, his hands growing completely still as you gently dragged your nails up the centre of his chest, stopping just short of the hollow at the base of his throat.
You paused, waiting for any hint of anger, or discomfort. When you received no protest, you gently continued upwards, now tracing with the pads of your fingers rather than scratching. You trailed up over the hollow of his throat, over his adam's apple, around the side of his neck over his rough skin, and on down along his shoulder; watching as he rolled his head to the left in response, exposing more of his neck.
He was holding his breath, but as soon as your hand stilled he let out a huff of air and turned to face you. You loosened your arms around him as he twisted. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you met his eyes. His usually vibrant red irises were dark, intense.
“Don't mess with me” he demanded gruffly “Don't”
“I'm not,” you countered quickly “I'm not messing with you. I'm just -”
“What?” he interrupted, eyes wary.
“I'm just...” you breathed shakily, your nervousness suddenly doubling “I'm just…. I want to be close to you”
He snorted.
“Why?”
“Because I like you”
He narrowed his eyes, frowning.
“Bullshit”
“I do. You know I do.”
“Bullshit ” he repeated, scratching roughly at his neck, controller forgotten on his lap “You're clearly into Dabi. Not that I care”
You barked out a surprised laugh.
“Dabi? No way”
“You're all over him” he countered, annoyance seeping into his voice “it's disgusting”
“I’m not doing anything. Dabi is just a flirt.”
Shigaraki snorted.
“I know he is. He’s only doing it because -” he suddenly stopped, a light flush colouring his cheeks and the tops of his ears. He still had the same annoyed tone. Your heart beat faster as a new possibility occurred to you.
… because it’d make him jealous?
“Because what?” you asked intently. He didn't answer, scratching at his neck more quickly and avoiding your eyes “because what, Shiggy?”
He flushed a deeper shade of pink and met your eyes again, eyebrows drawing together, before finally gruffly responding.
“Because he knows I have a thing for you, okay? And don't call me Shiggy. it makes me sound-”
“You have a thing for me?” you interrupted quickly, heart threatening to beat out of your chest. He looked away again.
“Yeah” he mumbled “You’re hot. Whatever. It doesn't matter. I know you're interested in Dabi”
“Shiggy!” you exclaimed, noting that he blushed again at the nickname, “I just told you, I like you ”
“I told you not to mess with me-”
“I’m not, you idiot, I like you!”
You watched his eyes narrow sharply, reacting instinctively to the mild insult. A warning to watch what you said. It sent a thrill through you. You secretly loved it when he got assertive, flexing his status as leader.
For a second you both stared at each other, unmoving, processing what had been said. Your heartbeat and breathing were still quick when he broke the silence.
“I don’t believe -”
You didn't let him finish. If he didn't believe you, you'd prove it. Moving before you had the chance to chicken out, you rocked forwards on the bed, leaning in towards him. Your eyes slid shut and your lips parted, head tilting as you closed the gap between you -
And then suddenly your eyes snapped open. You let out a gasp - Shiraraki had moved quickly, grabbing your left wrist tightly and holding it back and up above your shoulder before it could reach its intended destination at his cheek. He had risen from his seat just as quickly, looming close above you, one knee resting on the crate he had been sitting on. All but one of his fingertips on his free hand rested light against your throat. You breathed heavily, pulse racing. His eyes burned with intensity, his lip curled in irritation.
“Don't forget I could disintegrate you in a second” he snarled. Dizzy both at the sudden threat and at his sudden closeness, you swallowed beneath his fingertips.
He won't hurt me, I know he won't.
“Sorry” you breathed, lips barely parting. He blinked, staring down at you. You noticed a glimmer of something new in his eyes, which you almost could have sworn was nervousness.
“Don't… don't just launch yourself at me out of nowhere. I… you can't… don't just do that with no warning!” he snapped.
“Sorry” you repeated, voice a little stronger now. Not without warning… Okay then. You could work with that. You swallowed again.
Maintaining eye contact all the while, you slowly raised the hand that was free of his grasp. Shigaraki’s eyes flickered down to watch as you softly gripped his wrist in your fingers and guided it away from your throat. He met your eyes again as you slowly raised yourself up from your kneeling position, leaning in towards him.
There was that glimmer in his eyes again. This time you were sure - it was nervousness. Though his authority often made you flustered, this small new hint of vulnerability gave you butterflies in a different way. Feeling encouraged, you leaned in.
“No surprises” you promised in a whisper, your eyes dropping to his lips just in time to see his tongue dart out, swiping across his bottom lip nervously. Finally, you leaned in to follow it, meeting his lips with your own.
He inhaled sharply as soon as your lips connected, leaning into the kiss. His enthusiasm surprised you, and you gasped quietly in response. After a moment, still moving slowly so you didn’t catch him off guard, you tilted your head to the side, deepening the kiss and tightening your grip on his wrist. He reacted instantly, making a low noise in his throat, almost like a growl, moving fluidly and quickly. He leaned over you, tugging his wrist free of your grasp, and pushed your shoulder, toppling you backwards.
Your eyes sprung open as your back hit the bed and you looked up at him wide-eyed. His hands hit the mattress either side of your head, one knee settling beside your hip and the other between your thighs. He met your eyes for a second, eyes hungry, before leaning in to kiss you again. His kisses were as hungry as his gaze, and he interspersed deep, slow kisses with light, quick ones.
He seemed inexperienced, some of his movements clumsy, but he made up for it with enthusiasm. He kissed you so intensely it was as if he would die if he paused. When you first caught his bottom lip between your teeth, he let out a shuddering breath, and you felt his elbows grow weak for just a second above you. He wanted you, undeniably, and it was intoxicating. To think that he felt the same way you did, that he had been watching you, wishing for this… it made your head swim.
You reached up and grasped at the back of his neck, pulling him closer as you swiped your tongue against his bottom lip. His mouth opened slightly and you dipped past his parted lips. His tongue was hot and eager, probing against yours with slightly too much force. He quickly learned and adjusted as you danced together, losing yourselves in the sensation. You carded your fingers in his long, thick hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. Noting the way the muscles in his shoulders shifted at your touch, you gently twisted a few locks around your fingers and tugged, tilting his head back. A low moan escaped his kiss-swollen lips, and you felt his hands slide firmly and quickly under your neck and the small of your back.
He lifted you easily as he sat up, his wiry arms stronger than they looked, and set you roughly on his lap. Your thighs hugged the outsides of bony hips as you straddled them, and you swallowed, nervous all over again at this new position. His rough palm hadn't left the back of your neck, and he drew you down to meet him again, lips seeking yours out with more confidence now. The intensity grew quickly as you kissed, your hands sliding over each others’ backs, through eachothers hair. You broke away with a sharp inhale when Shigaraki skimmed his hands from your shoulders down over your chest. Shivers went down your spine as his touch slid further down. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed a clumsy kiss to his jaw. His descent halted, fingers digging into your hips as you kissed again and again, following the sharp line of his jaw.
You kissed more gently when you reached the hollow beneath his ear, and felt his hold on you tighten further. Your breath shaky, you soft kiss on his earlobe, and moved down to his neck. Aware of how tense he was growing beneath you, you moved in slow motion, letting your hot breath hit his skin first, followed by a lingering kiss. He shuddered, clearly worked up by your attention. You kissed him softly once, twice more, before nipping at his neck with your teeth.
His reaction was instant. His head tipped back, eyes closed and throat exposed, and a low, tortured moan escaped his mouth. Encouraged, you nipped at him again, a little harder this time. His fingers tightened on you again, pulling your hips down firmly against him; and he roughly rolled his own hips up to meet yours. You both gasped at the sudden friction, and his eyes sprung open. Staring at each other and breathing deeply, you noticed that his cheeks were flushed.
“I’m sorry -” he stuttered out, clearly embarrassed at losing control. You were in motion before he could continue, a fire alight low in your stomach. You rolled your hips fluidly down against him, one hand fisted in his hair, your mouth falling open at the obscene moan that escaped his lips. When he spoke, his voice was horse and needy.
“Fuck, I want you”
“I want you too" you responded breathlessly "I want it all"
His eyes darkened in response, pupils blown wide, and before you could register what was happening you were on your back, sprawled across the mattress. Your heart raced, eyes fixed on Shigaraki as he yanked his shirt off one handed. Your breath caught in your chest as you stared at him. His body was slim and pale, scarred and scraped. There were patches of dry, rough skin here and there from his quirk, and your heart stuttered when you realised that he had a light sprinkling of freckles across his shoulders and chest.
He was so beautiful .
Shigaraki tossed his shirt aside and you followed suit, pulling the loose shirt over your head and casting it aside. You saw him swallow hard at the sight of your bare chest, and you began work on your jeans to distract yourself, hands fumbling over the button. He copied you now, tugging his sweatpants down over his narrow hips. When all your clothes lay discarded on the floor, you both paused for a second, drinking each other in. Suddenly tentative, Shigaraki reached one hand out, running four of his fingertips lightly down the centre of your chest, gliding over your stomach, stopping just shy of your hips. You reached out for him, and he gladly moved closer.
Your kisses were a little slower now, deeper and with more intent. Your whole body felt electric, focused on his kisses and on all the points where your bare skin touched. You concentrated with all your might, committing every sensation to memory. From the intense way he was kissing you, you guessed he was doing the same.
He broke away, lips wet, and turned your face to the side. It was his turn to kiss along your jaw now, trailing down your neck and across your collarbones. Your body felt so light it could have been made of air, and so alert . When his tongue swiped over your nipple, your whole body snapped to attention, spine arching. This clearly encouraged him, because he switched to sucking on it lightly, and began working the other with his fingers. You groaned in pleasure and felt an appreciative huff of breath against your chest. He raised his face up to kiss you once more, and you felt his hand slide down your body to just above your hips. Your pulse thrummed nervously.
“Can I?” he asked, voice surprisingly gentle. Your heart felt warm at the sincerity in his eyes. He was a little rough with you, but you trusted him completely. You knew if you wanted to stop at any time he would. You nodded, giving him permission, and he slipped his hand between your legs.
Your eyes slid closed as he began to stroke you, sinking into the silky feeling.
“Hey” he snapped, tone demanding “look at me”
At his words, you felt a jolt of lightning rush down your body to meet his fingertips. Your eyes fluttered open and you felt a blush creep across your cheeks.
“Good” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you.
Your tongues danced against each other for a moment before he pulled away. You felt your blush darken just a little. He clearly wanted to watch you, to see your reactions as he touched you. As you thought this, he stroked you in just the right way and an involuntary whine escaped you. He tipped his head back, licking his lips and watching you, and repeated the movement. You whimpered again and he smirked, clearly relishing your responses.
He stroked you that one perfect way over and over, sending dark, silky waves of pleasure through your body. You responded by grasping at him, your hands all over his back, his shoulders, his chest. You had been dreaming of having Shigaraki this close for as long as you could remember, and now you couldn’t get enough of touching him. Every so often he would stroke you a little faster, or a little rougher, and you would gasp, feeling tiny twinkling sparks dance across your body; the hot, bright feeling contrasting with the deep, swirling sensation building at your core. Before long you were panting, tiny moans escaping on every other breath, and you realised you were coming close to your peak.
“S-stop” You stuttered out, and he paused his motions. He chuckled quietly when your hips twitched up to follow his hand, your body suddenly aching at the loss of sensation.
“Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah I just-” you breathed heavily, propping yourself up on your elbows “I was just close”
His face grew smug at your words, and he leaned away from you to get a better view of your body. His eyes raked over you so intently and hungrily that you felt a wave of shyness. He met your gaze and you felt your heart skip a beat.
“I want to fuck you” he said.
You swallowed hard and nodded.
“Please ” you whispered.
That was all he needed. His hands hooked under your legs, lifting and spreading them. He leaned low over you, and you felt his hard length brush against your inner thigh as he kissed you. You breathed deep, heart thrumming in anticipation. He pulled away for just a moment, looking deep in your eyes as he lined himself up.
“Okay?” he double checked. You nodded and he pushed inside you.
You both hissed in pleasure simultaneously. As he began to move, your mouth fell open in a low moan. He felt so good, just the right size, drawing in and out in slow, shallow motions.
“Tell me when you’re ready” he whispered, lips close to your ear. After a moment, when you’d adjusted, you nodded.
“Fuck me” you whispered back. He exhaled sharply, and did just that.
You choked a little and clawed at his back at the change of pace. The way he fucked you was hard, fast, intense. It felt so good you couldn’t think straight, your body on fire. Best of all were the noises he was making, tiny moans in your ear that only grew louder and longer when you hooked one leg tightly around his back.
“F-fuck Shiggy” you gasped out “s-so good”.
He let out what was almost a growl in response, and pushed your thighs further back, deepening his strokes. You saw stars as he hit you in just the right spots, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. With an effort, you peeled open your eyes and lifted your head to watch him. You almost couldn't handle what you saw.
Shigaraki was fucking you like he would die if he stopped for even a second. There was something wild in his eyes, so needy and intense that it took your breath away. His lips were parted and his cheeks were flushed - he looked as if he had been waiting for this forever, and his entire being was laser focused on you. You had always found his aloof and prickly persona sexy, but this new side of him… it was the most attractive he had ever been. To be so wanted, so needed by him - it was almost overwhelming, turning you on even more than you thought was possible.
As he fucked you, you became aware that he was muttering something, low and fast.
“W-what are y-” you broke off in a moan at a particularly deep stroke “what are y-you saying?”
Without slowing, he leaned in closer, so you could hear his words.
“- so good, so fucking good. So good for me. You’re all mine, nobody else gets to see you like this, to fuck you like this. You feel so good, I love having you underneath me. Waited so long for this, you look so fucking good -”
You blushed at the barrage of praise, head spinning. Fuck , he wanted you so badly, just as much as you wanted him. You felt drunk on it.
Suddenly, you realised you were approaching your peak again.
“I’m gonna-” you choked out.
“Me too” he interrupted “let’s finish together”.
You nodded quickly in response. He leaned down to kiss you, catching your bottom lip between his teeth, and brought his hand up to tease one of your nipples again. You gasped against his mouth, your whole body burning up. You were overwhelmed with sensations, the feeling so good you nearly couldn't handle it. His strokes sped up even further, becoming frantic. His stream of consciousness continued in the breaks between kisses, almost nonsensical at this point.
“- want you like this every night, want to feel this good always, you’re perfect, so perfect, you’re mine, all mine, I need you, I need you, I need you -”
At that last assertion, you felt yourself tip over the brink, and with a cry, you came undone. He followed only seconds after, the rhythm of his hips faltering as he moaned, his forehead falling to your crook of your neck.
For a moment after you both just lay there, breathing heavily, reeling from the intense wave of pleasure. Your hips twitched with after shocks, and you felt him smile against your skin.
“Good?” he asked, voice hoarse.
You could only nod, completely spent. He rolled off of you, and pulled you in to curl up against his side. It was a little possessive, and surprisingly tender. You blinked in shock as he began gently stroking your hair. This was a side of him you haven't seen before. You smiled. Cuddling with Shigaraki, hot and sticky and all fucked out, was a better outcome than you ever could have hoped for. After a few gentle moments, you turned your head and kissed his chest.
“So about what you were saying -” you started, tone mischievous.
He made a low grumbling sound, tightening his grip.
“Don't” he warned, but you were unperturbed.
“I was just going to ask, you want this every night?”
He barked out a laugh.
“Oh absolutely”
You kissed him again, and settled into his side.
“It’s a deal”