Tomura Shigaraki X Gf Reader

“Love language”

Dabi x reader

🌟smut

"God damnit- Stop doing that, dipshit!"

Dabi exclaimed as you bit down on his shoulder for the third time that week. You take your sharp teeth out his shoulder and move a way just a bit.

"Jeez...at least warn me when you're about to do that."

Dabi said as he rubbed the bite mark you left on his shoulder. He looked at you with a faux annoyed expression before let out an amused sigh.

"God. What are you, a gremlin or something?" Dabi mocked as he put his hands on his hips.

"am not!" You mumble as you cross your arms together and huff.

Dabi chuckled as you crossed your arms, amused by your childlike reaction. But he couldn't help but tease just a little more.

"Oh, are you pouting too?" He said in a slightly mocking tone, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. He took a step closer to you, his azure gaze locked onto your slightly irritated expression.

"Mh.!" "I'm allowed to ! I wish there was someone who'd understand my love language!" You say as you turn your head and keep one eye open to hear his response.

Dabi couldn't help but smirk at your outburst, finding it rather amusing.

"Oh, so biting is your love language, huh?" He said, his tone still light and mocking.

He took another step closer, his body now invading your personal space as he leaned in towards you.

"Well, isn't that interesting. Guess I'll have to be careful around those sharp little teeth of yours, won't I?"

"After dating for so long you'd would guess you knew ya know..." you mumble as you felt his body against yours

Dabi chuckled lowly, finding your mumbling rather endearing. His azure gaze fixed on your face as he rested both his hands on your hips.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe I should ve known that you show love by leaving your mark on me." He said, his tone dripping with feigned innocence. He then leaned in close to your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Though, I must admit, I kinda like it."

Hearing those words made you weak already imagining every dirty thing you could do to him and him to you, he liked it?

"That's hot." You let out bluntly

Dabi's smirk grew as he heard you speak, his hands gripping your hips just a bit tighter. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he replied in a sultry whisper.

"Oh, you think that's hot, huh?.. He said, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and desire.

"Keep up talking like that, and I'll gladly let you leave all the marks you want on me."

"Dabi stop teasing!" You yell you’d hope he wasn’t playing any games.

Dabi chuckled at your protest, finding your reaction cute as you grabbed onto his shoulders. He pulled away a bit, his hands still firmly on your hips as he looked down at you with a sly smirk.

“And what if I don't wanna stop?.."

He teased further, taking a step closer to you, his body now practically pressed up against yours. He chuckled as he lifted you up, enjoying the way your legs wrapped around his hips as he held you firmly against him. He felt you pout and couldn't help but find it adorable. He then bit down on your shoulder, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.

"Can't help myself, you're so damn cute when you pout like that." He growled lowly against your shoulder.

"d-dabi!" You squeal at his sudden bite causing you to moan in response

Dabi's smirk grew as he lifted his face from your shoulder. He tilted his head, looking at you with a mix of amusement and desire in his azure gaze.

"Oh? I like that noise you just made..." He said, his voice low and laced with lustful tone. He shifted slightly as he adjusted his hold on you, his hands gripping your thighs just a bit tighter as he pulled you closer.

Dabi noticed the way your body reacted to his words and touch. He could feel the heat emanating from your core and he knew exactly what it meant. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl as he spoke.

“You're getting all worked up, aren't you? I can tell, you're practically melting in my hands..."

Your mouth quivers before letting out "r-room..."

Dabi's smirk widened as he heard you speak. He recognized the word you said "room".

"Oh? You want to go to the bedroom, don't you?" He teased, his hands slowly moving further up your thighs, You nod in response.

Dabi chuckled at your eager nodding, his hands slowly rubbing up and down your thighs, his touch sending shudders through your body.

“P-please-“

"Mmm, good girl. That's what I like to hear."

He purred before he tightened his grip around you, hoisting your legs further up on his hips before he started walking towards the bedroom.

Dabi carried you to the bedroom, his footsteps quick and determined. Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and set you down on the bed. He then unceremoniously straddled you, pinning you down with his weight as he hovered over your body, his azure eyes locking onto yours.

"You're mine, you know that, right?.." He growled lowly, his voice dripping with possessive undertones as he spoke.

"D-dabi... stop..." you let out in a moan as you felt yourself grinding on his pent up member

Dabi's breath hitched as he felt you grind against him. He could feel his member twitch in response, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned closer to you, his voice low and gravelly as he responded.

"Oh, l'm far from done teasing you, doll."

He purred, his hands roaming your body, teasing and grazing at your sensitive areas as his lips came dangerously close to your neck.

You let out in a moan as you felt yourself grinding on his pent up member,

He lower himself onto your core slipping your panties off as he entered his tongue.

“Fuck your so wet princess” he mumbled as he suffocated in your pussy hearing how good he made you feel, the sweet moans you let out.

He took one hand and rubbed onto your clit as he added onto the pleasure. You felt his raspy mouth rub on your core as your eyes rolled back and hands holding his spiky hair, dabi chuckled by your grip.

His mouth swirled all over you could hear how he was enjoying himself as he slurped up your juices, he got up undressing himself keeping his eyes on you.

“Do me a favor and take off those clothes doll. they’ve been bothering me” he demanded in a Low manner.

You did as you were told taking off his oversized shirt you stole from him and finally unclamping his biggest bother, your bra.

He shifted himself back again onto you as he hovering over staring at your bare chest, with one hand he pinned your hands above your head while the other grabbed onto your breast and moved it in circular motion causing moans to slip out.

As he teased your breast he lowed his head to the other not wanting to leave one untouched, he licked teasing its bud the other kissing it as he moved his way up to your collarbone bitting it harshly.

“D-dabi!!” You squirmed in pleasure

“Fuck, your such a masochist aren’t ya?” He laughed at your squirms and moans.

“You want daddy’s cock don’t you?” He ask as it followed by a growl.

You nod repeatedly hopping he would just shove it in. He takes a notices at your eagerness and positions himself in front of your entrance rubbing it slowly. You whimper as you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter desperate for his cock,

“Please..” you whimper

Dabi chuckles as he slowly enters himself in you, when he’s halfway inside he groans as he feels your gummy walls clench onto him.

“J-jeez you sure are t-tight-“ he lets out a grunt as you push him completely inside wrapping your legs around his him.

“danm..” “h-hah..”

he starts to move rapidly not giving you time to adjust to his size, feeling the pleasure in your core you can only moan to the questions and comments he makes, your eyes roll back from the pleasure he’s giving you, you wrap your arms around his back as you claw deep into it with your long nails.

“Such a slut aren’t you pretty ?” He groaned as he goes in and out of you.

“Time for a switch up princess..” he mumbles as he removes himself from you flipping you onto your stomach in doggy style.

He goes back in holding a clump of your hair pulling it back. Between each thrust a moan was let out your mouth. Dabi continued thrusting harshly as he moved over to you neck and sunk his teeth onto your soft skin leaving a mark and prickle of blood.

You yelped but couldn’t help to be bothered there was more pleasure than pain you were experiencing .

“Fuc- you didn’t feel that a-ah huh p-princess?” Dabi questioned, he knew he wasn’t getting a response from your cock drunk self but loved to get his points across.

“D-dabi!! C-cummingggg-!!” You let out as he gives you a final thrust letting his gooey seed release inside your cervix.

“s-shit!!” He let out as he flopped next to you

“What the fuck y/n!!” He winces as you bite onto his collarbone as a get back.

“Now we’re both even” you giggle as you lay next to him cuddling on top his chest while your leg was on top of his waist.

“Danm it… your ucking lucky your hot ” He huffs in frustration as he turns to you and kissing you softly to bitting your lip.

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Confession

Shouta Aizawa x drunk reader

🌙Scenario/Oneshot

"Heyyy cutieee" you tell the man in the bar you’re not sure how drunk you were but sure as hell you were intoxicated with just about anything. The man chuckled and looked at you with a sly smirk. "Well, aren't you a feisty one." he said, clearly enjoying your drunken flirting.

"Yaaa I am" you hiccup leaning in for a kiss on the stranger but someone stops you, Aizawa appeared behind you and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back towards him.

"That's enough, you're coming with me." he said sternly.

"What where are we goin?" You ask as He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you out of the bar.

"I'm taking you home. You're too drunk to be here by yourself." His low voice stated it sounded worried but aggressive

"Mhhh do you even know wha I livee?" You laugh,He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.

"No, I don't know where you live. That's why I'm taking you to my place. I'm not leaving you alone in this state."

"Mhhh" you give him a hum, He’s practically dragged you out of the bar and into a taxi, making sure you didn't stumble or fall.

"You're such a handful when you're drunk," he murmured as he gave the taxi driver his address.

you start to fall asleep on Aizawa slowly playing with his hands. Aizawa noticed your head slump onto his shoulder as you started to doze off. He smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of your touch as you mindlessly played with his hands.

Aizawa's heart raced as you played with his fingers, your grip on them unyielding. He gulped as you began to kiss his fingers, soft little taps that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He tried to remain stoic, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.

"When are we getting outtt" you whined.

Aizawa tore his gaze from your wandering hand and looked out the taxi window.

"We're almost there." he replied, his voice strained. He wanted to look back at you, to watch your every move, but he forced himself to keep his eyes averted, his willpower being tested. You continue with why you were doing to his fingers giving them multiple kisses Aizawa couldn't help but gasp as your lips touched his fingers, leaving several light kisses along the digits. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a mixture of desire and confusion coursing through him.

"You..you're drunk," he stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "

You don't know what you're doing."

"Mhhh", "I know who I want to doo~" you giggle to yourself

Leaving aizawa a blushing mess furiously as your words sent a jolt of electricity through his body. But he forced himself to remember that you were drunk and not in your right mind.

"You don't," he stated firmly, even as his body ached to pull you closer.

"You don't know what you're saying. You're just drunk and talking crazy."

"Waaa I doo!" You exclaim grabbing onto the taxi drivers collar

Aizawa's eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the taxi driver and back towards him.

"No, you're not," he hissed, his grip on your wrist firm, "You're not going anywhere near any other man tonight. You're coming with me."

"Mhhh nooo" you look at him with sadness

Aizawa's heart ached at the look of sadness in your eyes, but he was resolute. He leaned in close, his grip on your wrist unwavering.

"Yes, you are," he stated firmly, "You're coming with me, and you're not leaving my sight for the rest of the night. You need to sober up and come to your senses….” Quietness filled the car ride untill you spoke up.

"This car is so boring..."

Aizawa rolled his eyes at your statement, but he couldn't help but agree with you. The taxi ride felt like it was taking forever, with the silence and the tension growing between the two of you.

He decided to try and distract you, anything to divert your attention from the boredom and the alcohol coursing through your system.

"Hey, why don't you tell me why you were out drinking tonight? Why were you at some random club anyway?" He question With curiosity.

"Trying to distract myself" you hiccup

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at your response. He could sense that there was something deeper behind your drinking, something you were trying to escape from.

"Distract yourself from what?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet persistent.

"What has you so worked up that you feel the need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"

"Oh aizawaaa you wouldn't understand” you reply in despair

Aizawa's expression softened at the hint of despair in your voice. He had an inkling that he knew what you were going through, more than you might realize.

"Try me," he said gruffly, shifting closer to you in the cramped taxi. "I may be a jaded teacher, but I'm not completely oblivious to the troubles of life. Whatever it is you're dealing with, I might understand more than you think." he chuckles at his words.

"Uggg fine since you insist, I was distracting myself from love " you snuggle next to him

Aizawa's heart ached as you revealed the source of your turmoil. He had suspected it might be something along those lines, but hearing you confirm it made his chest tighten with emotion. He wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to snuggle closer to him.

"Love, huh?" he murmured, his voice soft.

"It can be a real thorn in the side sometimes, can't it?"

"Yes... it can... and it hurts a lot Aizawa ... it hurts so much..." you start to calm down with tears filling your eyes, Aizawa felt the pain in your words, the raw emotion behind them. He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

"I know it hurts," he replied, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sorrow,

"Believe me, I understand. Love isn't always sunshine and rainbows. It can be messy, complicated, and yes, it can hurt like hell."

"I just wish he'd love me too..." you sigh

Aizawa's heart sank further as you voice your wish for reciprocated love. He had a feeling he knew who you were talking about could it be torshino or possibly hizashi?, it weighed heavily on his mind. He tried to maintain a neutral expression as he asked,

"This...this person you're in love with, he doesn't love you back?"

" I'm not sure... but sometimes I just feel he doesn't love me .. I just know it ..."

Aizawa felt the sadness in your voice, the uncertainty and the despair. He knew that feeling of insecurity and doubt all too well.

He pulled you a little closer, his arm tight around you in a comforting gesture.

"Sometimes our own insecurities can cloud our judgment," he said softly, "It's possible he does love you but doesn't know how to express it, or maybe you're misreading the signs."

"He's so handsome ..., he's everything to me, he's someone l'd die for..." you bite your lip holding in the cries, He tried to remain composed, but his voice wavered as he spoke,

"You feel so strongly for him. It's clear he means the world to you..."

"He does ..."

Aizawa nodded slowly, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He could hear the depth of your feelings behind those words, the devotion and loyalty you held for this person.

"And does he know how you feel about him?" he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on your solemn expression.

" mhhh no ... I'm afraid ... he'll say no... he's very busy... he's a teacher yk ..." you laugh at the teacher comment Aizawa's heart sank even further at your response, realizing you were talking about a fellow teacher his suspensions could be true he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness mixed with a flicker of hope. He tried to sound casual as he replied,

"Ah, a teacher huh? Yep, we're a busy bunch, always grading papers and dealing with troublesome students." He chuckles

"Yes he's so cute when he's in his sleeping bag" you giggle and position yourself to say on his lap

Aizawa's breath hitched as you moved to perch on his lap, your words sending a wave of confusion and...dare he say, pleasure through him. He tried to keep a nonchalant expression, his body tensing under your touch.

"Ah, the sleeping bag," he managed to respond, his voice slightly strained. "Yes, that's my preferred napping method in the teacher's lounge."

"Yes he's so cute I love him so much" you try not to doze off his warmth Aizawa's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to correct you, to tell you to stop speaking so honestly. But on the other hand, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt hearing you praise him, even if you possibly mistook him for another teacher. He shifted a little uncomfortable under you, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"You... You think he's cute, huh?" he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.

" yes so cuteee i love him so much..." as you doze off before whispering his name "shota... mhmhm love you so much..."

Aizawa's heart skipped a beat as you sleepily murmured his name and confessed your love. A mix of shock, disbelief, and something else stirred within him it was him.. you loved him, this causing his chest to tighten as he looked down at you as you dozed off on his lap, your words playing in his mind on repeat. He sat there, conflicted and torn, his feelings a tangled mess.

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shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt 1

Tomura shigaraki x reader

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

🌙Scenario/(🌟 smut coming soon)

"Y/N!!!" Tomura's voice rang out once more, marking his fifth request within the span of just a few minutes. You had recently joined the League of Villains, but your role had unexpectedly transformed into that of the boss's personal caretaker This was due to AFO request.

This reality flunked your expectations of what your role here would entail.

"How many times do I have to say it?" Tomura emerged from his room, his annoyance palpable. "Get me something to eat."

Frustrated enough with his baby like personality you did as you were told annoying

As you begrudgingly grabbed the food Tomura had ordered, he settled onto the sofa with an exaggerated huff, crossing his arms like a pouting child.

"Took you long enough," he grumbled, his voice filled with entitlement. "What the hell was taking so long?"

The spoiled nature that oozed from him was beyond irritating, testing your patience with each passing minute.

You didn't awnser him knowing l'd lead to an insult or worse.

"Do you have trouble hearing, or are you just purposely ignoring me?" Tomura's annoyance grew as you remained silent.

He leaned forward on the sofa, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you, dammit!" He snapped, his tone laced with irritation.

"Don't pretend like you didn't hear me. I asked you a question, so respond properly."

"sorry sir." You apologized not wanting for his mood to turn worse then it already was

Tomura's irritation seemed to slightly soften at your apology, but he still appeared somewhat disgruntled.

"Hmph," he grumbled. "At least you had the decency to apologize."

He leaned back on the sofa, his arms still crossed.

"Now, how hard is it to get me food when lask for it? Do I have to babysit you too?"

"No sir I apologize it won't happen again." You say in a low voice hold long were you going to baby... you sigh, Tomura scrutinized you for a moment with his intense gaze before eventually speaking again.

"It better not happen again," he replied in a firm tone. "If I ask for something, I expect it to be done promptly. Don't make me repeat myself next time."

He leaned back further on the sofa, his gaze not leaving yours.

"And stop mumbling," he added, "Speak up when you talk to me. I can barely hear you."

"Yes sir, and I will" you replied a bit louder hopefully he'd hear the annoyance in your voice,

Tomura's eyes widened.

"What's with that attitude?" He asked, his tone slightly harsher. "I'm not some fool, you know. I can tell when you're not happy about something."

He shifted on the sofa, leaning forward again to look directly at you.

"So spill it. What's got you so pissy all of a sudden?"

"Nothing" you say as you look confused why was he asking? this wasn't like the great powerful shigaraki you knew he didn't ask why someone was bothered he normally didn't give a shit.

Tomura picked up on your confusion and the subtle change in your expression. His eyes narrowed as he observed you intently.

"You say 'Nothing', but your face says otherwise," he replied bluntly. "You can't fool me. I'm not stupid, you know. Now spill it. What's bothering you?"

Tomura's voice held a slight edge to it, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity in his tone, as if he actually wanted to know why you seemed upset.

"Nothing sir" you say in a stern voice obviously you weren't going to tell him that you were tired of being treated like a babysitter commanding you "y/n this", "y/ n that", "hurry and do this", "take that their" ect... you wanted to do missions like the others that's why you signed up not to be a grown man's babysitter.

Tomura's eyes didn't leave yours, his gaze unwavering as he studied your expression. He could tell that you were clearly holding something back, and his irritation grew at your continued denial.

"You think I can't see through your act?" He retorted, his voice taking on an edge.

"I'm not some dumb pawn who'll believe anything you say. Quit bullshitting me. I can see that you're obviously pissed about something."

His fingers drummed impatiently on the arm of the sofa as he waited for your response.

You got annoyed as if he wasn't the problem, "I'm not sure why you ask sir but I'm not allowed to tell you my personal life that isn't my job" you point out. Tomura's irritation grew further at your response. His eyes darkened with annoyance as he grumbled something under his breath before replying.

"Who the hell said anything about your personal life?" He snapped back. "I don't give a damn about your personal problems. I'm just asking why you're acting like a grumpy child. And don't give me that bullshit about it 'not being your job. I'm your boss. You should listen to me."

His fingers continued to drum impatiently on the arm of the sofa, the sound filling the room.

"The reason for my attitude involves my personal life, and you aren't my boss!, my boss is AFO..." you reply harshly you were starting to get annoyed couldn't he drop it already

Tomura's expression darkened further as you mentioned AFO. His voice held a hint of anger mixed with a touch of something else.

"Don't you dare bring AFO into this," he snapped, his tone harsh. "You know he's not the only one in charge here. I may not be the only leader, but I still have authority over you, and you should listen to me."

His eyes bore into yours, his annoyance and irritation clearly visible on his face.

He clearly was not used to being challenged or questioned by one of his subordinates.

"Understood" you simply responde, Tomura seemed somewhat satisfied with your response, but his annoyance still lingered.

"Good," he replied, his voice now slightly calmer. "As long as you understand your place, we won't have any more problems."

He leaned back on the sofa once more, arms still slightly crossed, and looked at you with a mix of irritation and annoyance.

"Now, are you going to stop acting like a damn brat and just tell me what your problem is already?"

"You." You said as your eyes darken finally being able to tell the problem that THEY are the problem was relieving. Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your blunt response. He hadn't expected you to outright blame him for your bad mood.

"What the hell do you mean I'm the problem?" He retorted, his voice holding a mix of surprise and annoyance.

He leaned forward again, a frown forming on his face. His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke.

"What did I do to make you so goddamn grumpy all of a sudden? Spit it out. You've been acting like a brat for the last few days."

You broke.. everything you keeped inside was unleashing, he called you a brat?!

"Brat?, me?" You laughed at his remark

"IM the BRAT?!" Your eye twitched as you scream "y/n bring me this!", "y/n your so pathetic", "y/n clean this mess up", "buy me this." "Y/N do EVERYTHING FOR ME BECAUSE I CANT DO IT MYSELF!!!" You exploded your hands were in The air moving historically flopping down as you ran one hand through your hair in frustration.

Tomura's eyes widened in surprise as your outburst tore through the room. He hadn't expected you to explode like this, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

"Hey, calm down!" He tried to interject, but you were on a roll, listing off all the things he had done or said that had clearly upset you.

"You're overreacting," he attempted to defend himself, his tone faltering slightly.

"I'm not that demanding, am I?"

You laughed for a long time....

"Yes not demanding you really aren't you don’t yell at me to buy food 24/7 or scream at the tv for not winning shitty games oh no your not you don’t command me to clean after your nasty plates or sodas you spill on the floor or wash the clothes that are dusting away." You spit out

Tomura's face turned red, and his expression darkened at your words.

"Hey, I don't do that all the time..." he protested weakly, clearly struggling to defend himself.

He knew that everything you were saying was true, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Well... I'm the boss. I'm allowed to have people do things for me sometimes. It comes with the position," he said finally, sounding somewhat defensive.

It was clear that he didn't really have a good argument against your accusations.

"You're right." You said harshly grinding your teeth together as you smiled in anger trying not to show as you composed yourself

Tomura's eyes narrowed as he noticed your sudden change in demeanor. Your obviously forced smile and the tension in your clenched teeth gave away your suppressed anger.

"Hmph," he grunted, crossing his arms again. "Look who's finally starting to understand their place." He leaned back on the sofa, a hint of superiority in his voice. He clearly thought he had won this argument, not realizing the anger bubbling beneath your facade.

"FUCK!!" You yell that pissed you off. "I-I'm going to get some fresh air !" You laughed as you left the room in anger.

Tomura was taken aback by your sudden outburst, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Hey, wait a minute!" He called after you as you stormed out of the room.

He watched as you left the room, a mix of confusion and annoyance on his face.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath.

"What the hell got into them?"

He paused for a moment, contemplating whether he should go after you, but decided against it and sat back down on the sofa, a scowl on his face.

-bar-

You stepped outside into the bar taking a seat as dabi and toga looked at you in confusion

Dabi and Toga, who were sitting nearby, noticed your unusual demeanor. They glanced at each other for a moment before looking back at you.

Dabi was the first to speak up, lighting a cigarette as he looked at you with a curious expression.

"What's up with you, newbie? You look like you just swallowed a whole hornet's nest or something."

Toga leaned forward, her head resting on her hand, a playful smile on her face.

"Is the boss giving you a hard time again?"

"HES SO!!.:." you couldn't even finish your sentence "Is he always like this?" You question them in frustration as your face flopped in the table

Dabi let out a small chuckle at your exasperated outburst, taking a long puff of his cigarette before answering your question.

"Ah, Tomura being difficult, huh?" he replied, a smirk on his face. "Yeah, that's just how he is. Always demanding and bossy."

Toga nodded in agreement, her playful grin widening.

"Oh, yeah. The boss is always like that," she said, giggling. "He's got a bit of a pampered personality. It can be quite annoying at times."

"I don't understand why I'm his babysitter..." you mumbled

Dabi raised an eyebrow at your comment, his smirk remaining on his face.

"Babysitter, huh?" he said, exhaling smoke. "Yeah, that does sound like the boss. He's got a tendency to treat anyone below him like they're there to serve his every whim."

Toga giggled again, finding some amusement in the situation.

"Oh, yeah! I've been his 'babysitter' from time to time. It's fun when I do it, but l can see how it would get annoying for you."

"How does he act with you?" You ask hoping she wouldn't tell you "oh he's nice or bullshit like that" toga leaned back in her chair, a sly grin on her face as she thought about how to respond.

"Oh, Tomura's not exactly the nicest person around," she admitted with a slight chuckle. "He can be pretty damn grumpy and entitled most of the time."

Dabi chuckled, nodding in agreement.

"He's got a short fuse and a big ego," he added, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Dealing with him can be a pain in the ass."

"Agreed." You mumbled

Toga giggled again at your response, enjoying the comradery of shared irritation at Tomura's behavior.

"Yeah, he's got a knack for getting on people's nerves," she agreed with a smirk.

Dabi snickered in agreement, nodding his head slightly.

"Damn right," he said, blowing out a stream of smoke. "The boss can be infuriating sometimes, but you've just gotta learn to tune him out or give him a taste of his own medicine." Dabi added on.

Unbeknownst to you, Tomura had been silently listening to the conversation from a hidden location not far from where you, Dabi, and Toga were sitting.

His face darkened as he quietly overheard your words. He clenched one of his hands, clearly angered and annoyed by the criticism of his personality.

"So they're talking about me behind my back, are they?" he mumbled to himself, anger rising within him.

"I think I might just leave." You said as your head rose to look at them you looked dead... literally heavy bangs you haven't sleeped in quite some time.

Pt2 Here <3

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Keigo tamaki X reader

Warning: mouth Job

You wasted no more time, pulling down Keigo's boxers to release his throbbing cock. With a soft gasp, you admired it, your hand wrapped around the base, feeling his heat, before beginning a slow stroke. Up and down you moved, watching as Keigo's body undulated with the rhythm, a sheen of sweat covering his skin.

Keigo's head fell back, his mouth open as he panted. "Feels so good... Oh fuck, yes..." His hips rocked gently, matching your pace.

Wanting to heighten Keigo's pleasure, you leaned down, your breath ghosting over the tip of his cock, making Keigo shudder. Then, with a quick flick of your tongue, you tasted him, swiping up a bead of pre-cum that had formed.

"Oh fuck!" Keigo cried out, his hands tightening on the covers. "Your mouth, please, I need it..."

Grinning at Keigo's desperation, you obliged, taking the head of his cock between your lips, sucking gently. Keigo's hips bucked, and he cried out, pleasure coursing through him. Wanting to drive him wild, you took more of him in, deepthroating as your hands caressed his balls.

"Fuck, yes! Your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum..." Keigo warned, his voice hoarse.

Hearing those words, you moaned in response, the vibrations sending Keigo over the edge. With a strangled cry, he came, his release flooding onto your mouth. Sucking gently, you swallowed it all, milking him dry as Keigo rode out his orgasm, his body shaking.

Finally, Keigo slumped back, a satisfied smile on his face, his eyes closed. As swiftly crawled up beside him, kissing his sweaty cheek.

"Feel better?"

Keigo hummed, his eyes still closed. "Mmm... So much better. But now, I want to return the favor. Let me taste you..."

Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt4 (Final Pt)

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌟smut

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

"W-what?!" You ask " you can't do that s-shigaraki..." you exclaim

Tomura's irritation flared at your protests. He wasn't used to being challenged, especially not by someone like you.

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" he snapped, his voice raised. "And I don't want you leaving this group! I won't allow it!".

Tomura gritted his teeth in frustration, your reminder about AFO adding to his growing anger. He knew All For One's involvement complicated things even further.

"Damn it!" he cursed, his voice strained.

"Why did you go to him first, huh? You didn't think it was important to talk to me about this first?"

You looked at him in frustration reminding him that you did, Tomura paused for a split second, caught in the truth of your words. You had tried to talk to him, but he hadn't listened. He had been too focused on his own anger and bitterness to truly consider your feelings.

"Damn it..." he muttered, his voice quieter now. "You're right. You did try to talk to me, and I didn't listen."

Tomura noticed the slight smile on your face, and it caught him off guard. It was the first hint of positivity you had shown since you entered his room. He stared at you for a moment, his anger slowly subsiding.

"You... you smiled," he muttered, his voice almost a whisper. "Why?"

You shake your head telling him it was nothing

Tomura's eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp gaze studying your expression. He could tell that there was more to your smile than you were letting on.

"It wasn't nothing," he replied, his voice slightly softer. "Tell me why you smiled."

"Because you realized." You said in a serious but caring tone.

Tomura's expression softened a bit as he picked up on the seriousness in your tone. He knew you weren't messing around, and he was beginning to understand the weight of the situation.

"Yeah, I realized..." he said, his voice slightly resigned. "I... I messed up. I ignored your feelings, and I didn't give you a reason to stay."

The silence that settled between you was heavy. Tomura's eyes darted around the room as he searched for something to say, a way to express his growing regret.

"I... I know l've been a jerk," he finally said, his voice slightly trembling. "But I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to leave because of me..."

Your heart ached, he didn't want you to leave and he let you know that. As Tomura's words hung in the air, a raw and honest admission of his own feelings. The thought of you leaving because of his actions weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't deny the truth in his own words.

"I care... about you," he continued, his voice got quieter.

"And I hate that I let it get to this point. I don't want you leaving because of me."

Shigaraki mumbled as you held onto your hand with a pinky trying not to hurt you.

Tomura felt a surge of mixed emotions as you held onto his hand, your pinky looped around one of his, being careful not to touch with all five fingers. He looked down at your hand holding his, and his heart filled with an unexpected mix of tenderness and remorse.

Tomura's eyes locked onto your face, his gaze filled with desperation. He was willing to do anything to make you stay, even if it meant stripping away his own pride and ego.

"What do I have to do?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.

"Just tell me what I have to do to make you stay..."

You look away as you felt yourself get red seeing him like this made you weak you couldn't bare look at him.

Tomura noticed your flustered reaction, the way you averted your gaze, and it made his heart flutter. Seeing you get red, the effect he was having on you, it made him feel a mix of surprise and a hint of satisfaction.

He stepped closer, trying to get your attention, his voice slightly quieter.

"Look at me..." he said, his voice tender yet tinged with a hint of pleading.

You looked at him with tired eyes as they fell from his eyes to his lips, His eyes gaze on your tired eyes, your weary expression weighing heavily on his heart. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the toll the past few days and his actions had taken on you. And then, your eyes drifted downward, fixating on his lips, and his heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't help but notice the direction of your gaze, and a flicker of realization passed through him. Was there more to your look than just exhaustion...?

Shigaraki stepped closer to you as he did something he wouldn't have thought to do grabbed your hands and kisses them with his chap lips,the impulsive and tender gesture surprising even himself. He had never imagined himself being so bold, so affectionate, but here he was, grabbing your hands and pressing his chapped lips to them.

The kiss was brief but gentle, a simple yet intimate act that spoke volumes of his vulnerability and desire to make things right. He looked at you, his heart beating fast, waiting for your reaction.He led you to the bed, gently guiding you to sit down. As you settled, he stepped back, creating a small distance between you two. He looked at you with an expression that mirrored his own inner conflict.

"Just... think about it, okay?" he said, his voice softer than usual. "Rest, gather your thoughts. I won't nag you anymore. I promise."

Tomura waited anxiously for your response, the silence between you both feeling agonizingly long. He fought the urge to rush you, to push for an answer right away, but he knew he had to give you space to make a decision.

He fidgeted slightly, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat as he waited for your words, hoping, almost praying, that you would choose to stay with him.

You looked away flustered you didn't know this side of shigaraki and you were enjoying every single bit of it.

He took a noticed on the look on your face, the shyness and hint of enjoyment in your expression. Seeing you react in this way, flustered by his unexpected tenderness, only added fuel to the fire within him. He wanted more, for you to feel this way because of him.

He took a step closer, closing the small gap between you both. His voice was a soft whisper.

"Don't look away from me... please..."

As he made you lay down on his bed beside him her kissed your neck softly and gently hopping l'd change your mind.

As you laid down on the bed, Tomura followed suit, lying beside you. He leaned closer, his lips finding the soft skin of your neck. The gentle kisses he placed on your neck were tender, his touch light and warm. He closed his eyes, hoping, praying that his actions would be enough to make you stay.

His voice was a soft whisper as he continued planting kisses along your neck.

"Please... don't leave me..."

Tomura heard your whimper, felt the tension in your body as you struggled against his touch, and internally cursed himself. He didn't want to manipulate you, he just wanted you to stay, to give him another chance.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm not trying to manipulate you, I just... I just don't want you to go. I want you here, with me..."

"I-I'll... I'll think about it" you let out,

Tomura's heart filled with hope as you uttered the words, "I'll think about it." It wasn't a firm answer, but it was something, a glimmer of possibility that you might stay.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed intently on your face, searching for any sign of hesitation, of uncertainty. His voice was a low, husky whisper.

"Thank you..." he said, his breath warm against your skin. "Just... don't take too long, please... ".

Fuck you enjoyed this feeling his bed was so soft and comfortable and his warmth didn't help

Tomura couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of your comfort and contentment as you lay in his bed. The soft bed and his warmth were causing you to relax, and he saw the hints of enjoyment on vour face.

He chuckled softly, his low voice vibrating in his chest as he spoke.

"Looks like you're enjoying this... maybe it's persuasive enough to make you stay, huh?"

You laughed at his point maybe it was looking up at him as his blueish fluffy hair covering his red crimson eyes fuck he was cute and it really convince you, your mouth and has were inches away from exploring each other. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and the heat of the moment was almost palpable.

He instinctively leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours, his lips mere inches away from exploring yours. The desire to close the gap and taste your lips consumed him, but he held back, waiting, gauging your reaction.

You couldn't handle it anymore you grabbed his hands and you got yourself on top of him kissing his neck hearing grunts from him causing him to curse leaving his hockey's all around his neck as you made your way up to his lips they were one inch apart from eachother

Tomura's mind went blank as you suddenly took charge, straddling him, and began to kiss his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. He couldn't help but let out a few grunts and curses in response to your actions, the unexpected and pleasurable sensation sending shivers down his spine.

As your lips moved closer to his, just an inch away, his pulse quickened, his heart slamming against his ribs. He was torn between wanting to capture your lips immediately and wanting to savor the anticipation.

You licked your lips in response waiting do devour his. He wanted to taste you, to feel your lips against his, to lose himself in the moment.

He couldn't wait any longer, and with a low growl, he reached up, his hand firmly grasping your nape, and pulled you down, closing the gap between your lips.

The kiss was hungry and urgent, filled with pent-up need and longing.

You both had a intimate kiss leaveing eachother to moan and whine. The kiss deepened, growing more intimate and passionate with each passing moment. Tomura's hands roamed your body, pulling you closer against him, craving the feel of your skin against his. Soft moans and needy whines escaped his lips, betraying the depth of his desire.

He held you against his chest, his fingers gripping your waist, as the kiss continued, fueled by a mixture of passion, desperation, and a hint of possessiveness.

"S-shigaraki..." you moaned out "y-you might-… make me stay like this..." you pant

Tomura's heart nearly stopped as he heard you moan his name, your voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and reluctant realization. Your words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a low hiss in response.

"That's the plan..." he murmured against your skin, his breath hot on your neck.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make you stay, including this..."

His hands roamed around your chest as he messaged them causing you to feel his let up cock around your core. Tomura's hands continued their exploration, now making their way to your chest, his fingers gently massaging and caressing your sensitive skin. As he did, you couldn't help but feel the firmness of his leg against your core, the sensation adding another layer of intensity to the intimate moment.

He let out a soft moan, his voice a mix of pleasure and longing as his hands worked their magic. He needed you, ached for you, wanted you to stay with him, in this moment and beyond.

The sound of your whimper sent a shiver down Tomura's spine, fueling his desire even more. The way you were responding, the sounds you were making, it was driving him crazy.

He pulled you closer, his hands still roaming your body, his lips finding their way to your ear.

"I want you..." he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I need you... please..."

——

Your body shivered the way he teased your buds and begged for you brought you butterflies in your stomach. Shigaraki sat up to take off his shirt helping you do the same, shifting to take off your pants along with his, leaving him in his underwear and you with your panties and bra you sat on top of him as you looked deep into his eyes waiting for a signal.

He laid his head back covering his eyes with one of his hands shivering as you grind on him through his underwear causing friction and bleasure for both of you, you felt his cock harden beneath you. If this was his way of convincing you to stay then you’d do this everyday..

“Y/n…” he choked out in grunt it was to much for him being a virgin meant deep pressure he didn’t know of, he didn’t have any experience. this wasn’t like those porn videos he use to watch before you came along, this was real. And holy fuck did it please him. You slightly smile at his vulnerability you might be a virgin too but that didn’t mean your friends hadn’t shown you some tips and tricks for “the one”.

“S-shigaraki..” you let out in moans

“Tomura fuckkkk please call me tomura…” he let out in pleasure as you repeated your movements.

You looked down as you saw pre cum stains on his underwear and dripping stains under yours,

“Fuck p-please give it to me. H-ha…. stuff your pussy on my dick..” he whined, you couldn’t handle it either.

You pulled down his underwear fully doing the same to yours by pulling it to the side rubbing on him bare naked feeling the real touch between you, as you lifted yourself up you saw how his hard dick stood loud and proud waiting for you. You positioned yourself on top of his twitching cock slowly inserting yourself .

“fuckkk… fuckfuckfuck!” He hissed as you slowly inserted yourself up and down riding him aggressively by the pace he’s never felt this type of pleasure he didn’t know where to put his hands your Breast?, your hips?, your neck? Fuck their was so much he wish he could do,he placed a finger by your clit rubbing it in circles causing more pleasure toward you as you went in and out of him

“T-tomura!” You squealed feeling yourself get weak it was too much the way his cock hit the right spot without trying, your gummy walls clenching on him.

“Your so warm and wet d-danm it” he looked at your figure as your eyes rolled back seing your hips jump up and down only made him harder smirking at your state.

“You love this cock h-huh?..” he asks trying not to moan.

“U-uhuh-!!!!” You whine as you ride him faster, you feel yourself about to give out

He takes notice of your slow actions deciding to help you by placing his hands on your hips helping you as you entered him rapidly.

“A-shit!.” feeling himself about to come undone moans filled the room louder and harsher.

“c-cum-ming..!” He lets out as his eyes rolled back on his head giving you a final thrust upwards hitting your cervix

“Nyhh!” You felt yourself give out

“Fuc-kk Cum on my c-cock!!” He shouts, feeling you squirt all over him as you tremble rapidly …

“T-tomura!!- !” You moan out as you fell onto his bare chest feeling his sleeper like build.

He brings you close to him throwing a blanket around both of you whispering beside your ear in a low raspy voice,

“Hopefully this convinces you to stay… I want you all to my fucking self..” he grins as he leaves a hickey by your collarbone with his chapped lips smothering yours right after.

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Tomura x reader (smut)

“Messaging.”

New message from -BRAT-

‘Hey’

‘Y/n I'm busy’

He texts back a few minutes later, his annoyance in the short reply was almost palpable. Sheesh.

‘What ya doing?’

Tomura groans reading your next message and rolls his eyes. Did you not understand the concept of him being busy? He was in the middle of something, he didn't have time to chat

‘I told you I'm busy.’

He quickly texts back, his patience was already wearing thin.

'Right haha sorry’

Tomura can't help but scoff at how quickly you gave up-annoyed that you apologized and didn't press further. He was expecting more of a back and forth but not even a minute later you apologized and backed down.

‘Don't be such a pushover’

He texts back with a bit of annoyance, but not necessarily at you, more so he wanted you to put up a fight

He sighs, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor as he glances around the small room. It's a rather boring room-grey walls, grey carpet, and a single bed in the corner. He was staying in a shitty motel for the night since it was already getting late.

He glances at his phone, seeing you hadn't replied yet. He was hoping you'd respond but was starting to think you didn't feel like it. He didn't think he had been too rude earlier...

"Tch..."

He mumbles quietly, scrolling through a shitty phone game to pass time. The more time that passed with you not replying, the more he started to overthink.

Usually you'd keep pushing him, yet for some reason today you hadn't. It was annoying how much you were suddenly acting so passive.

He checks his phone one more time to see if you had answered yet but sighs seeing the last message was still his.

Tomura puts his phone down on the bed, running a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. He felt a small pang in his chest— something akin to guilt or regret. Was he being too rude earlier? He didn't think so but he was used to you being feisty and pushing back...

He rolls over onto his back and glances up at the ceiling, staring at a stain in the corner as thoughts start swirling around in his head. He really was overthinking this.

'Sorry I was taking a shower’

Tomura feels slight relief at finally getting a response from you, but also gets strangely annoyed all of a sudden. He can't understand why you apologizing again irks him this time—he just feels pissed at the fact that you're being so submissive, so obedient. Why weren't you pushing back?

‘Didn't ask’

He texts back quickly with a scoff, his response sarcastic and bitchy

'Bitch.'

Tomura doesn't expect that kind of response. His eyes widen a little in shock and he slowly sits up on the bed. He smirks at your words and laughs quietly to himself — there you were, finally putting up a fight.

‘Good to know you haven't lost your attitude’

He texts back, hoping to get some type of conversation going. It was boring as hell and he was starting to be antsy.

‘Whatever I was trying to be nice but all I see is a pissy boyfriend’

Tomura is a bit taken back at being called "pissy". He was more annoyed and bored if anything, but you were right about the boyfriend part. He was being a bit sour.

‘Shut up. I'm not pissy I'm just busy and your ass kept messaging me even though I told you so. You're the one being a pain in my ass right now.’

He texts back, a tinge of irritation in his words even though he's kinda amused

'Two messages are you dense?'

‘Doesn't matter how many times you texted. I still said I'm busy and told you to knock it off.’

He rolls his eyes, getting a tad more annoyed that you're being a smart ass but not too annoyed to not entertain it. As much as he can't admit it, he did miss your little back-and-forth. It was interesting. Plus having someone to chat with distracted him from the boredom currently taking over his thoughts.

‘Whatever are you still busy? Or are you with your side piece?'

Tomura can practically feel himself getting more irritable by the minute. How little did you trust him? Why would you automatically assume he'd go and see another woman? The fact that it kinda stung that you'd think that pissed him off

‘You know damn well I'm not with a side piece. Besides who in their right mind would even put up with me?’

He texts back, leaning back against the headboard of the crappy motel bed with a huff

‘Unfortunately me.'

‘Shut up. You make it sound like putting up with me is a chore’

He grumbles, not amused at your sarcastic comeback. He wants to say something harsh to you to get you riled up but can't find the words that won't make him sound like a jackass. So he keeps it short and simple, and thankfully his next message from you pops up on his phone before he has time to think too much on what to say next. He looks at your response and huffs, shaking his head as he types back.

'It is babe.'

Tomura can feel himself get more worked up by each text from you. You were really being a sarcastic ass today. He couldn't even deny the fact that you were correct in what you said. It was usually a chore to put up with him and he knew that... but that didn't mean it hurt any less to be reminded of it— by his own partner no less.

‘Shut it. Be nice to me damnit’

'I tried to be and you called me a pushover.'

Tomura's hands clench into fists as he reads the last message. You were right, you did try being nice and he essentially just told you to shove off. He's starting to feel guilty... but of course he can't show that

‘That's 'cause you'd been acting like one by apologizing and backing off so damn quickly’

‘I forgot you like it when I get all bitchy'

Tomura has to bite back a grin at your last message. The fact that you were fully aware of how he liked it when you were snarky and challenging was amusing to him. It was also a slight turn on too...

‘You damn right I do. I like you better when you're biting back.’

'whateverrr. Hurry up and get home.'

Tomura feels a small sense of giddyness at your next message. You wanted him to come home. You missed him? He can feel the corners of his lips tug up into a small, uncharacteristic grin

‘I will. I'm almost done up here then I'll be back. Still can't believe you're being so clingy though.’

'well I miss you and your dick.'

Tomura nearly drops his phone as he reads your message. The grin on his face grows wider into a smirk and he can't help the flush that's creeping across his cheeks. Out of all the responses he was expecting... that wasn't one of them

‘You miss my dick huh? What happened to you being so innocent I gotta remind you to watch your language?’

'Oh please you don't say that when you stuff it down my throat'

Tomura's dick twitches slightly at your last message, immediately imagining you on your knees for him. He groans quietly to himself, quickly typing a response back as his free hand comes up to run through his messy hair.

‘Watch it babe. Keep talking like that and I might never make it back’

He gets a sudden idea, one that he's not sure you'd like but it's worth a try

‘Hold on, gimme a sec. I have and idea’

‘Oh?’

Tomura quickly opens the camera app on his phone, setting it to the front camera

‘I'm gonna send you something but I want you to promise that you won't freak out.’

‘I swear if it's another one of those videos where you torture someone I'm losing it.’

Tomura rolls his eyes, not surprised that you'd think that. He can't help but laugh a little at how wrong you can be sometimes.

Although, in all fairness, he was unpredictable and the videos of him 'messing with' unsuspecting heroes probably didn't help

‘No, I'm not sending you a murder video. I'm not stupid.’

"Good.'

He scoffs, typing his next text

‘You gotta have more faith in me babe’

He holds up his phone so his face is visible, and with his free hand, he reaches under the hem of his shirt, his palm coming to rest just above the waistband of his sweatpants. He smirks into the camera, his eyes locking on the phone as he clicks send. He's anxious to see how you respond to the picture, since the only thing visible in the picture are his face, bare stomach, and his sweatpants that are being tugged down slightly

'Fuck.’

‘That was hot.'

Tomura reads your response and he can't help but smirk, feeling a wave of pride at how you reacted to the picture. He was so damn right to send it and get you worked up. He texts you back within the minute, the smirk still plastered on his face

‘Ya like it?’

As you viewed his picture repeatedly you quickly send him a picture of you in his favorite langire as you set the camera showing off your curved body as you stroke a sexy pose on his bed.

Tomura's eyes widen at the picture that suddenly pops up on his phone. You were in his favorite underwear that he bought for you. You were laying on his side of the bed in a seductive pose and it looks like you've already spread your legs a bit...

“Goddamn...”

He whispers, feeling his sweatpants get tighter as he stares at the picture

He quickly types another message, his breaths a little shorter as he stares at the picture you sent as he takes it in slowly

‘You're trying to kill me aren't you?’

‘You started it, Do you have any idea how much I need you.?'

Tomura feels his chest tighten a bit at your words, wanting nothing more than to be able to touch you himself. His hand that's above the waistband of his sweats dips a little lower, a frustrated huff leaving his lips

‘I'll be back soon. That's a promise’

He sighs and glances away from the phone and back up at the ceiling of the crappy motel. Part of him is tempted to send you another picture but he stops himself, thinking it'll be better if he waited until he got home to get his hands on you himself.

As he tried to dose off he got another notification. You had send him a video of you folding your tits together with one hand as you looked up at the camera with those stupid lustful eyes.

Tomura's dick twitched as he watched, his need growing with every second. He could feel his pre-cum already starting to dampen his boxers as he saw his girlfriend’s naked body. You’re beginning to explore your body, cupping your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples, which stood erect and begging for attention. Tomura imagined it was his mouth working on those nipples, sucking and teasing them with his tongue.

Tomura couldn't take it anymore. He needed release, and he needed it now. He stripped off his clothes, his hands already working on the button of his sweats. As he threw his clothes aside, his cock sprang free, hard and dripping. He grasped it tightly, pumping it slowly as he imagined your mouth wrapping around his length, your lips kissing and sucking the tip.

He closed his eyes, letting the video play in his mind, feeling the warmth of the room and the tight pull of desire in his balls. He imagined you were there, your mouth working its way down his body, tasting every inch of him, your hands teasing his balls, playing with them, squeezing gently as your tongue flicked and teased.

Tomura's breathing quickened as he stroked his dick, faster now, a steady rhythm as the head of his cock glistened with pre-cum. His imagination was on fire, he pictured your mouth taking him deep, your throat working as you took him to the back of their mouth, sucking hard, your eyes looking up at him, full of desire.

Fuck he needed you so badly. He was this close to waiting it out, to not touch himself while he was away from your aching body. But you had to send him the most sexy video.

His hand bucked up and down his needy cock as his thump bullied his pink top just how you would.

“F-fuck-..” his voice rasped lowly as he tried to hold in his moans.

“Need you so badly.. s-shit..” he groaned as you continued his movements his balls becoming sloppy bouncing up and down his movements and his tip dripping with pre-cum.

He tilted his head back from all the lent up frustration as he groaned softly.

“H-haa..” he muffled out as he felt himself come closer to his release. His hands gripped around his cock as he hurried his movements rapidly.

“S-shit shit shit y-y/n..” he groaned and grunted as he felt his cock twitch rapidly while he released. As he continued his movements rising his high his breath rasped and hitched.

His cum oozed out his twitching cock dropping down his hand to his sloppy balls. He quickly picked up his phone snapping a quick picture of the sight sending it straight to you.

‘You’re such a damn brat. You’ll get that when I get back, You want me to get you pregnant huh? You want me to come back home and knock you up. Is that what you want?`

Arrange marriage/ Shoto todoroki x reader

🌟smut

"So your the person im marrying... Great.”

“Ill be honest I didn't even want to do this arranged marriage." Shoto stated. Looking at you, his expression softening slightly.

"But.. I suppose we can try," he said, his tone less harsh than before. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. It wasn't the most romantic way to start a marriage, but you knew that many arranged marriages started out this way. All you could do was try your best to make him happy.

"A-ah yes... sorry..." you reply to him it's not like you wanted to be in one too but you already knew this was your destiny.

Shoto's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly at your response. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, and looked at you with a neutral expression.

"It's not your fault," he replied softly.

"We're both stuck in an arranged marriage. It's not like we have a choice in the matter."

"Yeah I guess so..." you look away.

Shoto observed your expression, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that you were just as uncomfortable with the situation as he was. Silence fell over the room for a moment, and he let out a soft sigh.

"You're not exactly what I was expecting for a wife," he said, his gaze studying you.

His words pained your heart.

"O-oh..." you say what did he mean? Are you so bad looking? You thought to yourself but trying to to care you snap back

"You aren't either what I was expecting..."

Shoto raised an eyebrow at your response, surprised at your quick comeback.

"Oh? And what were you expecting?" he asked. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he found your reaction amusing.

Wanting to get back at him you think for a second, "I'm not sure but possibly more..."

A flicker of curiosity crossed Shoto's face at your reply. He seemed intrigued by your bold words. "More what?" he questioned, his eyes fixated on you. He wasn't used to people speaking to him like this, and it was slightly amusing to him.

"Like I said just More" the words slip out of your tongue.

Shoto stifled a smirk. He hadn't expected you to be so feisty.

"Just asking out of curiosity," he said casually.His thoughts consumed by conflicting emotions. He hadn't expected his arranged wife to be so defiant and feisty. He had pictured someone who was quiet or submissive, someone who would fall in line with his aloof and serious demeanor.

💒 Timelapse to 6 months into the marriage 💒

Over the past six months, you and Shoto have spent considerable time together. While the initial awkwardness has faded, your relationship remains somewhat frosty, with Shoto's aloof nature and your independent spirit often clashing. Hearing the sound of the door opening, you turn your attention towards the entrance, expecting to see Shoto returning home after a long day at work.

Shoto's icy eyes meet yours as he walks into the kitchen, a hint of exhaustion in his gaze from a long day's work "I'm home," he replies, a faint edge to his voice.

"welcome" you say in a smoothing voice, shotos eyes focus on the steady movement of the knife as you chop the vegetables, his expression remaining neutral.

"You should go change you must be tired..." you tell him hoping he'd leave.. Shoto raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, sensing the hint of impatience in your voice.

"I'm fine," he replies, his tone firm. He leans against the counter next to you. You finish cutting up the vegetables and put them inside the boiling pot covering it turning tour body towards Shoto He leans casually against the counter, observing you with a detached expression on his face.

"Do you need something?" You question to why he's still in the kitchen. Shoto shrugs, his eyes flicking away for a moment before returning to you.

"Just watching you cook," he replies casually, his expression neutral. There's a hint of something in his eyes, though, something that betrays a deeper thought beneath the surface. You hum in response setting a timer.

"well I'm going to go change..." you warn him he doesn’t respond at first, his eyes fixed on you.

Then, before you can leave the kitchen, he speaks up.

"Wait."

You turn in confusion

"is there something you need?"

Shoto stands up from where he had been leaning against the counter and takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between you in a few strides. He seems to hesitate for a split second before speaking, as if trying to choose his words carefully.

"There's something I want to say to you," he finally says, his tone serious.

You turn nervous you didn't know why but... he never really says anything especially warns you "yes?" You raise and eyebrow waiting for his response.

Shoto hesitates for a moment, his expression unreadable. His eyes lock with yours, intense and focused. He takes a breath before speaking, his voice steady but laced with a hint of uncertainty.

“Ive... been thinking about our mariage lately," he says, his gaze never wavering. He's careful with his choice of words, his usual confidence faltering slightly.

"What have you been thinking?" You question.

Shoto takes a step closer, closing the already small gap between you. He's standing so close that you can practically feel the heat radiating off of his body. His eyes remain fixed on yours, his expression a mix of seriousness and uncertainty.

"About us..." he says, his voice quieter now. "About our marriage. About the six months we've been living together."

Your face turn bright red feeling his presence so close to you... he wanted to talk about marriage? Now? Why? You question yourself waiting for his reply.

Shoto notices the blush creeping onto your cheeks, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He studies your face closely, observing your reaction to his words and his close proximity to vou. After a moment. he continues. his voice softer than usual.

"I've noticed that we've been... distant.

We barely talk. We hardly even spend time with each other."

You notice his smirk causing your blush to lower and stop "well yes we aren't in this marriage for Love now are we?" You question

Shoto's smirk falters slightly at your words, a flicker of something passing through his eyes before it's gone in an instant. He leans against the counter, his arm brushing against yours in the confined space of the kitchen.

"No, we're not," he says, looking at you for over a moment before speaking again.

"But that doesn't mean we have to be completely indifferent to each other."

"Mh well if theirs something missing you could always find it in someone else" hoping he wouldn’t take your suggestion seriously but not letting it show you look at him and smile.

Shoto's eyes narrow at your words, a flicker of annoyance crossing his expression. He steps closer, his body pressed against yours, his hand brushing against your hip as he grips the edge of the counter.

"I have no interest in finding what we're

'missing' in anyone else." His voice is low and firm, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"u-um... it was just a suggestion ..." you reply to him lowly looking away.

Shoto's grip on the counter tightens, his knuckles turning white. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his body practically surrounding yours. His voice is a low, almost guttural growl when he speaks.

"I don't want anyone else." His words are filled with a possessive edge, his gaze burning into yours. He's so physically close to you that you can feel his breath on your skin.

"S-hoto... you're getting kind of close... you tell him as your hands lay on his chest being the only thing that keeps the space between you and him,he notices your hands on his chest, your body language a mixture of caution and hesitation. He steps even closer, his body now fully pressed against yours as he leans in, his face just centimeters from yours. His eyes locked firmly onto yours, his gaze unwavering.

"And?" he replies, his voice a low murmur. His hand moves from the counter to your hip, gripping it possessively.

"W-we don't even love eachother isn't this a hit close?" You ask knowing you’d developed feelings for him but only he knew if he would set his eyes for another other than you..

Shoto's grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin almost possessively. His eyes search your face, looking for any sign of discomfort or rejection in your expression. His gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something else, something unreadable.

"Who says I don't love you?" he counters, his voice a low rumble. His other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly.

"w-what!?" You shout turning to look at him with a bring blush in your face feeling the tenth on between both your body's. Yours specifically craving his...he observes your reaction, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he sees the flush on your cheeks. He leans in, his body pressed even tighter against yours, his hand still holding your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"I said," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His breath fans across your skin, sending a shiver through your body.

"Who says I don't love you?" he repeats, the intensity in his eyes growing. You felt his lips touch yours inside a spark appears.

Shoto's lips brush against yours, softly at first, as if he's testing the waters. But just as you start to respond to the kiss, he deepens it, his hand on your hip pulling you closer against him. His body is flush against yours, his other hand moving to the nape of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you with a possessive fervor. You moan his name softly from his actions

"s-ho..."

Shoto's grip on you tightens even more at the sound of his name slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you harder against the counter, his body trapping you in between himself and the cold surface. His lips move to your jaw, trailing a path of kisses down to your neck.

"Say it again," he whispers against your skin, his voice a low, demanding murmur.

"Mhm..." you start to feel and needy for his touch "sho..." you moan again. He groans softly at the sound of his name leaving vour lios again. the feeling of your body against his driving him crazy. His lips brush against your neck, tasting your skin as his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against you as he nibbles at a sensitive spot on your neck.

"F-fuck," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.

You moan with each action he's does touching, feeling you it drives you insane you start moving your hips towards his in despair of more

Shoto feels your hips moving against his, your movements driving him crazy. He groans against your skin, his hands moving up to grip your waist, holding you firmly in place. He starts to grind against you, meeting your movements with his own, his body moving in a desperate rhythm against yours.

"F-fuck…" he murmurs again, his voice low and gravelly. One hand moves to the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip, bringing your bodies even closer together.

"m-Mh!", "s-ho... please take me..." you look at him with lustful eyes. Shoto's eyes darken at your words, the sound of your voice pleading for him sending a jolt of desire straight through his body. He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping you tighter.

"God, baby..." he whispers, his lips moving to your ear, nipping at the lobe.

"Keep saying my name like that and I won't be able to control myself." He slowly kisses your neck leaving love bruises hearing your moan by his ear turned him on eagerly.

“P-please sho… s-stop teasing me I can’t take it anymore your driving me crazy” tears prickle from your eyes eager for his touch.

Shoto smirks “ohyeah?..”, “this is how I’ve been feeling these past months.. I thought I’d never get to taste you…” he says softly by you ear.

He’s driving you crazy your hands lead their way toward his belt unbuckling it as you try to lower his pants along with his underwear.

“Do you really need me that much sweetie?” He chuckles lowly as he shivers from your touch turning him on. He continues to let you do what your doing making you struggle as he slips one hands under your skirt while other holds onto your hips, his fingers run through your clit making you shiver after his roach moaning lowly grasping for more.

“You’re so pretty like this…” he states as he runs his finger in circular motions weakening your legs making them shake.

“S-sho..” you sigh, “p-pleasee!” You beg.

He chuckles as he kisses your lips once again before lowering his underwear just enough to take out his member , raising your skirt and pulling your underwear to the side he that’s rubbing himself into your entrence.

“Your so wet I haven’t even put it in..” you whispers softly in your ear causing you to moan in every slip his rubs onto you

“M-Mhh..” you hold onto his shoulders as he starts to put his tip in slowly driving you crazy. Before he can completely put it in the takes a look at your lewed face fille deity tears and eager he takes his member out only to repeatedly edge you with his tip. Having had enough with this action you hold onto him and enter yourself forcefully causing you to moan his name out loud.

“F-Fuck!!” He groans in pleasure as you start riding him the best you could insirting yourself in and out of him making him weak, deciding to take control he lays on the table facing him placing your legs around his hips thrusting in and out of you in a fast pace.

“O-oh!! S-shoo!!” , “F-fuckk~” you whine as your eyes roll back from all the pleasure he’s giving you, You feel his tip so deep enough your cervix feeling his dick practically tremble as your walls hold and tighten around him.

“Y-you feel so good..” “your s-so… soo..good…” he whines as he continues to thrust bring one of your legs over his shoulder to access you deep enough.

“c-Cumming!! C-um-“ before you could even finish your pleadings you feel yourself come undone as he gives a final thrust deep in you finishing inside…

You both hear the timer you had set earlier run out as he chuckles and kisses your lips softly whispering in your ear “This won’t be the only time we’ll be doing this..” he smirks as kisses you passionately hearing your moans by his lips.

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Tomura shigaraki x reader

“Shower” (smut)

“Y/n”

You poured cream and sugar into your coffee as you heard your needy boyfriend call your name.

“Hm? What is it tomu?” You softly smile at him as you lift the coffe cup and held it taking a sip.

“I want to shower together.” He demands as he looks at you with pleading eyes across the table.

You spit your your coffee as your eyes wide open in the shock.

“W-what?!?!”

“You heard me.” He looked at you with a serious expression.

“I’ve been playing with my.. “acquaintances” and they’ve informed me that they shower with their girlfriends multiple times.”

You look at him in disbelief he wanted to shower with you because he’s heard of if from his “friends”?!

“let’s go.” He stands up grabbing the coffe cup from your hand placing it on the table as he drags you to the bathroom.

“W-wait tomu-!”

“No I can’t wait.” He replies as he shoves you in the bathroom closing the door behind him locking it.

“C‘Mon hurry and take your close off” he tells you harshly as he starts stripping.

“T-“

“I said strip.”

You sigh as you did what you were told,he wanted to shower with you it couldn’t be bad…

You began to take off your clothes feeling insecure as you removed piece after piece.

“Stop hiding yourself…. You look…good.”

You blushed expectedly at his words, it true you’ve sleeped with tomura but this was a different type of vulnerability. You took of your last piece of clothing as you stood still covering your chest.

His sheepish eyes scanned your body as his cheeks were left with a small tint of blush, he opened the shower door as he turned on the shower head setting it to a good temperature. After some time passed and the water was set he got in signaling with his eyes for you to do the same.

As you got in you felt the lukewarm water touch your body it felt… good. You were turning away from tomura still ashamed before you felt him presses himself against your back feeling his cock touch your ass as his hands moved their way over to your chest.

“finally..” he let out as he began to groap your boobs in circular motion, kissing your neck softly.

You tilted your neck in order to give him more access to it as you moaned his name softly

“T-tomu..” you whined as you felt him place love marks on your neck.

“Turn around.” He commanded as you did what you were told.

You were now facing him as his cock pressed against the top of your pussy hard grinding softly as all you could hear was the water fall.

“Lift up your foot for me princess” he smirked as he lead his hand under your tight helping you lift it as it rested on his arm.

“Hold onto me.” He said in a husky voice.

you knew where this was going and you were here for it. You wrapped both of your hands onto his neck for security as you felt him press his cock on your entrance.

“M..Mhh..” you whined softly as you felt yourself become wet.

“shit. I dont know if it’s you or the water but you’re really turning me on.” He scoffed as he began to teased your entrance.

“t-tomura.. please..” you whined onto his shoulder.

“fuck..fine..” he panted as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

“fuckfuckfuck…” he groaned as he felt himself come harder inside your gummy pussy squeezing him tightly .

“You feel so tight are you trying to break my dick off..” he huffed as his face grew red moving in and out of you slowly.

“fuckkkk..” you whined as your back arched and toes curled by his cock inside you.

“please tomu..please...” you whined and moaned as your felt yourself want more.

He scoffed at your remark as he began to go faster in you.

“H-..heh.. I can see my dick outlined on your stomac..tsk..” he groaned as he pressed on the bump with his free hand.

You moaned loudly at his action as he fastened his pace

“S-so deep..!!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as tour tongue stuck out filling the room with pleasurable lewd moans.

He pressed you against the wall as his hand still held your leg up gaining deeper acces to your pussy.

“Look at me.” He demanded on a groan.

You couldn’t even keep eye contact with him as he thrusted deep inside over and over repeatedly. He leaned into your lips as he bit your lower lips softly pushing his tongue against yours dancing around inside your mouth sucking on it repeatedly.

“Feels so good.. that feels so good..” you moaned on his lips.

“To…-tomura..” you whined as you held onto him tightly feeling your leg give out.

“almost..there..fuck tight.!” He groaned as he felt his cock drop with precut inside your walls as they clenched around him so good.

“H-hng!!!…”

With a final thrust from his teasing cock you came undone on him.

“Ha..ah!!” You moaned out as you felt his cock throb inside you leaking its seed inside.

He gently let down your leg as you clung onto him for support.

“now lets shower..” he panted and smirked in satisfaction as he held onto you tightly.

Needy Izuku Midoriya x Reader

🌟Smut

It was a early morning although it was prohibited you and izuku slept in the same room you would sleep Separately during the weekdays but during The Weeknd’s you would take turn sleeping in each others room, “Izuku wake up bunny” you spoke to him softly and you moved strands of hair off his face sitting up you felt izuku hug your waist “ Just 5 Minutes…” he groaned softly, you giggled as you unhooked his hands from you and placed the blanket over him. You stood up to stretch going into the bathroom to brush you teeth , Izuku soon woke up by your missing presence sitting up he rubbed his eyes and picked up his shirt from the floor putting it on, he got up and walked towards you hugging you from behind.

“What are you doing my love?” izuku asked as he gave you soft kissed in your neck, “nothing bunny we need to hurry and change or else we’ll be late to your moms house, you know she worries even if we’re a minute late” you say as you turn around to kiss him in the check leading to his lips a final kiss you smile and turned into the room to change leaving Izuku flustered and needy.

-time lapse to his moms house 🏡-

Izuku knocks on the door but before he could finish the first his mom opens the door, “Izuku ! your here and early! “ she hugs him tightly “ and you sweetie how are you” she turns to hug you , “ I’m good miss Midoriya how are you? “ you smiled as you return her hug and give her a kiss in her cheek, “ Moommm come on let’s go in it’s freezing out here” Izuku holds his mother by the hand helping her go in, “oh yes I’m sorry Izuku I’m just exited to see you two specially y/n she’s good for you! “ you laugh by her remark and smile, “ thank you miss midoriya but I have to say your soon is too good for me” you say as you looked towards Izuku a red

fluster face giving you a goofy smile, “such nonsense and please dear so many times call me inko you already apart of the family” she exclaims with a smile as she goes to the kitchen “well I’m going to make something to eat I didn’t know if I should start before you two got here but it won’t be long!” Inko said happily as she got to work, “okay mom were going to look at my room” as he grabbed you hand leading to his room he closed the door and pinned you against the wall, “bunny? What’s wrong?” You asked looking into his green eyes they reminded you of a beautiful forest, “ your such a tease princess… you know how to turn me on with your beautiful actions..” he kissed your soft lips and he made one hand hold your wrist up your head and the other going down your pants and underwear teasing your womanhood. “Izu… o-oh..” you quivered in between your words as you struggled to stay up, “you always know how to make me flustered and needy but your twice as fragile” izuku whispered by your ear slowly going down to your neck giving you kisses and he led you to his old bed making you lay down taking off your pants and panties along with just pulling down his showing his member. “Izu .. please just put it in” you spread your legs as you lock them on his shoulders pulling him in making his dick touch your pussy right by the entrance. He grabbed his dick and smiled looking into your eyes he rubbed your entrance slowly, this drove you crazy as he knows it makes you beg. “ do you want it princess?” He asked in a seductive voice playing with your hormonal feelings, “yes bunny please I want you so bad” you started grabbing his member in an effort to put it in yourself. “No no princess you know you can’t do that” he smiled as he grabbed his dick putting only the tip in and out, This drove you crazy you needed him and gas you wanted him to just rail you hard and fast you wanted to take all his length as you moaned by his actions he slowly slipped it in and it drove you crazier. “Izu please don’t tease me please just take me I want you in me ~” you said as you tried to not moan in between words. “O-o-oh yeah princess you fell so good, s-so tightttt..” izuku said as he groaned fucking you slipping it in and out fast holding your hips as you locked your legs around him covering your mouth trying not to alert his mom he kept groaning unexpectedly finding your sweet spot it alerted you and made you let out a moan which lead izuku to keep hitting it faster and faster repeatedly “you like that princess?.. o-oh yeah your so beautifulll nhhhhgg” izuku moaned “ your so good y/n just gooddd”, this turned you on even more as you let out moans not loud but enough for his mom to heard, “Izuuuuuu~ baby~” you moaned as he grabbed your hip with one hand and the other covering your mouth, “do you want to get caught baby? You want to show my mom how much of a mess you are ?” Izuku smirked as he keeped railing in you, hearing his dirty words make you be alert and kept you sane in efforts of trying not to let loud noises out the last thing you wanted was for miss inko to hear you and question the noises, you could feel yourself finish locking your legs hard on izuku he also finished in you as his hot semen filled you with a final grunt coming out of him. “ are you alright sweetheart I’m sorry if I was bad… did you enjoy it?” Izuku questioned covered you with a blanket as he adjusted his pants and waited for your response, “Izu… you’re a monster… a fuckable monster…” you lunged to hug him and bring him towards you giving him a messy hot kiss…..

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Shigaraki x Barista Reader

“Your Number.” (Fluff)

Danm it...

DANM IT!.

it was you again... the same woman who'd always be working in the coffee shop. your usual 9 to 4 shift,Saturdays to Wednesdays to where on Thursday, to Saturday youd do your daily chores, errands or relaxing...

There you were again... and again... every morning handing Tomura his usual Plain coffee with two sugar packets and you could never forget his stirring stick.

Once again in a repeated schedule Tomura would go every morning only during the days when you work at 10 am for his coffee, 9 was too early to see you.. he didn't seem THAT desperate for your attention but later on he had to things... 10... well.. 10 was perfect.

This had been his routine now, to get this coffee and see you behind that counter... the place was nearly always empty when Tomura was there but he didn't mind that at all...

He was here just for you after all...

He'd always have his snarky yet bold attitude towards you... yet you never minded?

He couldn't help to wonder why...did he hate it? Maybe... Maybe not?

Even when he wasn't in his best moods and was acting all cocky and harsh you'd still be nice.

It'd been pissing him off for quite awhile now... his anger with your kindness, your niceness towards his bullshit... you never called him out, never insulted him, never made any bad remarks or said anything rude. Just the same

'good morning!',

'what can I get for you?' bullshit. What did you think of him? Really... Did you even think he was attractive, or cool... or funny? Or was he just like some rude customer you put up with... what the hell were you thinking...?

It was driving him nuts, his mind racing... he just had to know what you were thinking... maybe you thought he was attractive, maybe you even found him attractive and cute, or at the least charming... it's not like he was some hideous creature or anything... his thoughts started to become more and more lewd and intrusive as his eyes slowly traced your body from behind the counter... damn it... His eyes started wandering down your body, thinking about what you looked like underneath your uniform, your skirt and your top and... dammit all-

He began to feel a slight heat rising to his face, quickly covering his reddening cheeks with his hand, scratching his cheek with his long, bitten back nails. This was a bad habit of his when he got nervous.

“Damnit... no no no...” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers over his rough neck, trying to quell the intrusive thoughts that we're growing more and more prominent in his head. He was getting all worked up over a woman just because she was nice to him, and she was attractive... he let out a low, exasperated sigh, his eyes remaining fixated on you the entire time while you prepared his coffee.

He continued to stare at you from where he stood, letting his eyes travel up and down your form, tracing every detail of your figure. He found himself becoming increasingly distracted, trying (and failing) to control his thoughts.

It's all your fault... you were too damn nice, too nice to a person like him, and that was just encouraging the thoughts he was having about you...

His scratching suddenly became more intense as he became more and more agitated... he felt trapped. Trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of infatuation and desire, unable to escape the hold you had over him. He needed to say something, anything, to break the silence between the both of you. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else he wouldn't admit.

As he continued to stare he couldn't help but to wonder... would you be into him?

He could have sworn you Knew he was a villain. The moment where one day he had accident let down his mask in front if you as you stood in shock but quickly composed yourself to continue on and take his order.

He knew he wasn't the typical ideal type, He was too much of a dick, too standoffish with an attitude that didn't help much at all with making him approachable. He was awkward, he knew that much, his awkwardness could be endearing in some ways... but it would probably be a major turn off for most people.

His thoughts continued to race as he tried to figure you out.

'Fuck it.' Was all that rang in his mind as he subconsciously moved his body towards you.

'wait... wait..! Stop-... stop moving-!' His mind panicked as he stood infront of the counter as you looked up at him with a tilting head of confusion

"Do you need something sir?" You curiously asked

Dammit... he cursed himself, internally facepalming as he realised what he was doing, his eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.

Why was it so damn hard to just ask... you...

It's was as if something was holding him back, like something inside him was keeping him from spitting it out. He felt pathetic, standing in front of you like a shy teenager with a crush.

As he heard you speak, he suddenly became acutely aware of the way you addressed him.

Sir? Why was it 'sir...' he was only twenty for Christ sake...

He scratched his neck again, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.

"I'd... like your number..." he mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible as he forced himself to look up into your face, his eyes avoiding direct eye contact, instead focusing on the counter.

He knew it was a direct request and maybe a little bit sudden... but it had been gnawing at him for months now and he just... he just couldn't keep it in anymore.

"I'm sorry?" You furrowed your brows in confusion you didn’t hear him through his mumbles, you leaned over the counter to hear him better. He leaned forwards, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he repeated himself a bit more clearly.

"I asked for your number..."

He was so close, the only thing separating them was the counter top itself. He could smell the faint scent of pertume on you, as well as faint traces of coffee that clung to your clothing and skin.

Number? Like your employee number?….

"Is there a complaint you'd like to do?" You looked up at him with worry. Did your services not satisfy him? Was it a complain?

He let out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes at your confusion.

"No, no... there's no complaint... I just..." he paused, his mind running in circles trying to find the words to say.

"I just, I-" he was getting flustered again, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at you. He had come all this way, he was so close to asking... so why did he feel so damn nervous?

Your eyes furrowed deeply as you tried to understand his stuttered words.

He cursed internally, frustrated by his inability to express himself properly. He knew he probably looked like a complete idiot right now, standing there and stammering like an imbecile, but he just couldn't push the words out.

This was so damn frustrating...

He knew what he wanted, he knew what to ask for but his damn mind and mouth just weren't cooperating.

He took a deep breath and tried again.

"just-" he started, still refusing to make eye contact with you. His fingers dug into the edge of the counter as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Just... give me your number... please..." Please? he thought in disbelief. He rarely used please... hell, he hardly ever said please. But somehow it just slipped out without him realising.

His heart beat faster as he waited for your response, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of rejection...

"M-m-my number?" You stuttered out as your cheeks rose red, as you began to realize he wanted your number. sure you'd get asked for your number not often but time to time by a couple of different men. But during work? With a customer you Knew was a villain? You wanted to decline but danm it you've been crushing on him for what? The longest he's ever came to the shop?

He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks became flushed, a slight blush spreading across your face. For some reason that made his gut twist in a way he wasn't quite used to...

He leaned a bit further forwards, his eyes darting from the counter, to your face and back again, hoping that his intense look wasn't too off putting.

"Yes... your number..." he repeated, the words leaving his mouth a bit more firmly this time. He was nervous, anxious even, but he was determined to get what he came for.

"O-oh...o-okay um.." you nervously shuffled through the counter to find a pen and paper

He couldn't believe it. You were actually... agreeing? That was unexpected.

He'd thought you'd turn him down, maybe say your weren't interested, or that it was against policy for employees to give out their personal information to customers...

He watched you intently as you searched through the storage underneath the counter, his heart thumping in his chest.

He couldn't stop himself from scratching at his neck again...

"Hurry up..." he mumbled, his impatience growing with every second that passed.

He wanted your number, he needed your number as soon as possible.

He glanced around, noticing how some of the other customers were shooting him weird looks from their seats, probably wondering why he was leaned over the counter so much.

He grumbled under his breath, wishing they would mind there own damn business...

You finally found a pen and ripped an empty recipe paper nervously writing down your number as you bit the inside your your cheek.

He watched as you hastily scribbled your number down, his eyes eagerly following the movement of your hand.

His heart rate was increasing by the second, the anxiousness and anticipation was almost too much for him to handle.

He leaned himself forwards even further, his arms pressing against the counter as he craned his neck to get a better view of the number you were putting down.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you stopped writing, ripping the piece of paper from the recipe book and holding it out to him.

He stared at it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the numbers you had written on it.

This was it. Your number... he could finally have a direct way of communicating with you...

He quickly snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, holding it between his fingers as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

He could feel the excitement building inside of him, his pulse racing as he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

He looked back up at you, and for a split second, he almost felt like he was on cloud nine. But just as quickly as the feeling came, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a truck.

He'd just gotten the number of a woman he had zero chances of actually getting, and he didn't even know how to talk to women. He was in way over his head already.

He quickly attempted to school his expression, trying to maintain his usual bored and nonchalant expression, not wanting to let on how much this interaction had affected him.

But as he stared at your nervous expression and flushed cheeks, he realised he was failing miserably. He could feel his own face heating up, the tips of his ears feeling warm as the realisation hit him. He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself before speaking.

"Thanks..." he mumbled, his voice coming out more gruffly than he had intended.

He knew he should probably say something else, anything else, but he was tongue tied.

His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say to make this situation less awkward. He fidgeted with the paper in his pocket, his fingers tracing over the numbers written on it.

"U-um-…T-thank you..." you softly spoke as you looked at his hidden features. Your ears were dusted with a hue of red as you looked up at him with the most loving eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you spoke, the look of admiration and affection in your gaze making his heart skip a beat.

He felt a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks, his body reacting involuntarily to your look.

He quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the effect you were having on him.

"Whatever..." he mumbled, attempting to sound disinterested and unbothered but failing miserably.

He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers gripping the piece of paper that held your number. He knew he should probably leave now, he had gotten what he came for, after all... but something was stopping him from walking out the door.

He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he spoke up again. "I..uh, I should get going..."

"Y-yeah um-" you cleared your throat before continuing

"yea... thank you for...coming,"

He nodded in response, his heart beating a little faster as he realised that this was it, he was actually leaving.

"Yeah, no problem...thanks..for your number ..again." he mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

He started to slowly back away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on you. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and talk to you, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'll..see you around..." he finally managed to say, giving you one last glance before turning and making his way towards the door.

“Y-yeah..”

As you watched him leave you felt your heart flutter with nervousness... excitement...happiness..., you held on to your chest with quivered lips as you watched him leave.

He pushed the doors open, stepping out into the bustling mall. He could feel his heart beating faster than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He put his hands in his pockets again, his fingers automatically tracing over the piece of paper that had your number.

He could still smell the faint scent of perfume and coffee lingering in his nostrils, a constant reminder of just how close he had been to you.

As he walked through the mall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.

He, a villain, had just gotten the number of a cute, innocent worker. He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he thought about the whole interaction. It was so cliché, so movie-like, he felt like a damn fool. He had acted like a bumbling idiot almost the whole time, stuttering and blushing like a preteen boy with a crush.

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him.

It replayed over and over in his mind, a never ending loop of your soft eyes and flushed cheeks.

As he continued to walk, he suddenly realised something.He had no idea what to do with your number.Sure, he had it now, but what was he supposed to do with it? Text you? Call you? He wasn't even sure if you'd actually respond.

He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he tried to figure out his next move. He considered just throwing the piece of paper away, it would probably save him a lot of trouble in the long run...

But as much as he tried to convince himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of letting go of your number, of losing the only direct way he had of communicating with you, was too much for him to bear.

He needed that number, he had to have it. It was like some kind of sick obsession, the need to have this small piece of paper was driving him insane.

He grumbled to himself, frustrated by the conflicting emotions coursing through him. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt this intense desire to have your attention. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone. It was like you had a hold on him, a power over him that he couldn't break free from.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to break free, that's what worried him. He was becoming too attached to you, too obsessed...

As he continued walking, he suddenly caught sight of his reflection in a store window.

He looked a mess, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his eyes were wide and dilated, and his cheeks were flushed red.

He quickly looked away, cursing under his breath again. Why did he look so damn flushed? Why was he acting like some love sick fool?

He gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of self loathing wash over him. It was pathetic, it was... embarrassing. He couldn't let anyone know how he was acting, they'd think he was weak, soft. It was bad enough that you had probably noticed his odd behaviour, if anyone else found out he'd never hear the end of it.

He had been walking for what felt like forever, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. He was becoming frustrated, irritated at himself for being such a coward.

He had you number, he could text you right now if he wanted to... but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to come across as too forceful or inappropriate...

He let out an annoyed sigh, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket again and staring down at the numbers scrawled on it.

He could feel the paper crumpling under his grip, his fist clenching subconsciously as he looked at it. as he stared down at the paper, reading the numbers over and over again, he knew it was pointless to try and deny it.

He was obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. He couldn't go an hour without thinking about you, wondering what you were doing, if you were thinking about him...

He was a goner, and he knew it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it placing in your number, opening up the messaging app.

He stared at the screen, watching the cursor blink silently as he tried to gather his thoughts.

What did he say? Should he be direct and straight to the point? Should he try to be casual and charismatic? Should he text you right away or wait until later?

He groaned in frustration, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but unable to type anything.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to do this, he had to send you a message. It didn't matter what it said, as long as he got the chance to talk to you.

He started a new message, staring at the blinking cursor again.

"Hey" he typed, then immediately deleting it. No, that was too casual. Too generic. He needed something more unique, something that would grab your attention.

He tried again, his fingers moving furiously over the keys.

"Sup?" No, that was too casual. Too dismissive. He didn't want to sound disinterested.

He backspaced again, trying a different approach.

"Hello." No, that was too formal. Too abrupt. It would make him sound like a creep.

He cursed under his breath, struggling to find the right words to say.

He didn't want to come across as too desperate or too casual. He had to find the sweet spot, the perfect message that would get your attention without sounding clingy or creepy.

He tried again, his fingers trembling as he typed.

"Hey, it's me..." he typed, then quickly deleted it. No, that was too vague. That would make you question who he was.

He grumbled to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

He knew he was overthinking this, making a mountain out of a molehill...

But something about you just made his brain turn to mush.

He took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

He had to just bite the bullet and type something, anything. It didn't matter what, as long as it got the conversation started.

He typed quickly, before he had a chance to second guess himself.

‘It's Tomura.’ he wrote, then quickly typed another message.

‘The guy who came into the coffee store earlier.’

'Black hoodie and blueish hair?’ You replied in a instant.

He chuckled at your description, his heart fluttering a bit at the fact that you remembered what he was wearing.

'Yeah, that's me.' he typed, a small, barely noticeable smile gracing his lips.