#also a cool plant stand for my room. and a spinning yard art piece for c.

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i got 2 wishlist plants today 😭

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Something There | Part Two

Shigaraki Tomura X Villian!Reader (GN)

A/N: Part Two of Something There. This portion is with basically porn with plot, and is the final part. I’d love to write more about him in the future! Big thank you to @knifeewifee for allowing me to use her art for my fic! Find it here.

Part One / Part Two

Summary: Giran arranges an all expense paid trip in hiding for Shigaraki plus one at a private ryokan (resort with onsen/hot spring and inn). The LoV’s leader gets to experience a few more new relaxing activities than expected.

Warnings: Smut (18+), oral (receiving and giving), thigh fucking, cussing

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @lilli-chae​

Walking away from Tomura on your own accord is a rare occasion, with the power he holds, he’s the one to command you to run from him— or run back to him. But right now, he says nothing as you walk across the living room into the bathroom. His fingertips dig into his knees, his head falling between them in frustration.

You slide open the bathroom door easily and shut it behind you, if you could lock it, you would. You set the yukata on a shelf before turning on the shower-head to warm. You strip from your usual set of clothes and throw them into a pile outside of the door. The room has a large tall bath you’re able to fill for a long soak, but since you’d be using the hot spring you figure scrubbing under the shower-head would be more efficient. On the same shelf you’d set the yukata, several natural bars of soaps lay covered in paper and stamped with the logo of the inn. You pick one up carefully, like holding a newborn kitten, admiring the attention to detail of the wrapping. You smile as you unwrap the soap like a gift and bring it to your nose to catch the scent. These small instances are enough to keep you going, even as a fugitive. Smelling the new floral aroma also helps you enough to bring your mind to be unbothered by the hurt ego of the man you adore in the other room.

The water is warm enough to wash with, so you clean your hair and body had you been unable to properly bathe the past week. You turn off the shower and dry your face and body quickly, the temperature of the air around you quite low compared to the water that flowed over you for the past ten minutes. After hanging the wet towel on a hook, you grab the yukata from the shelf and push your arms through the roomy sleeves; you adjust the collar so that it sits comfortably around your neck and laying flat against your chest. The belt wraps around your waist to pull in both of the folding sides of your robe snugly. You leave the bathroom to exit the large open doors to the hot spring. There’s a wooden patio you stride across before reaching the steps of cool, dewy stones.

Goosebumps race up your arms up and towards your neck as your throat clenches realizing what to do next. Your feeling of excitement falling a tier as you pray Shigaraki isn’t casually watching you in secret just to spite you. You untie your belt in one swift pull to allow your robe folds loose. While watching the open doors of your room, you brush off each side of the robe off of the bare skin of your shoulders. You quickly pick up garments that had fallen to the ground, and you fold them loosely before placing them on a stool to the side. Hugging your abdomen, you walk to the edge of the pool and step in. You quietly praise the steam that continuously rises from the water into a thick cloud able to cover you up from prying eyes. Walking deeper into the spring, your thighs, your hips, and then your waist become completely submerged into hot water.

“Ah, feels so good,” you say as you bend your knees to lower yourself; covering your chest in the soothing liquid as well. You walk to the end of the pool facing the inn and rest your arms across the line of natural rocks surrounding the spring as a barrier. You get to shut your eyes in relaxation for about ten minutes before you hear a creak come from the patio.

Shigaraki stops in his tracks after he had attempted to walk quietly on the wooden platform towards the side of the stairs. He’s wearing the black yukata with the gray belt that you had picked out for him, and his hands are still behind his back trying to pull the belt tight. His hair is damp, a shade darker, and falling around his shoulders like a waterfall. You two catch each other’s eyes before he speaks up to defend himself.

“I took a shower after you. I’m just going to sit here on the porch… maybe enjoy the weather for once,” he grumbles out, loud enough for you to hear across the water. He hunches over to sit on the edge of the platform.

“Ok, I’ll be here,” you brush your arms around the surface of the water, making small waves that travel towards his end of the outdoor area. Luckily, the water isn’t clear due to the minerals and essences infused with it. You feel braver not having to cover up anything in front of Tomura.

He sits looking up at the mountain past the fence behind you. One leg hanging off of the side of the platform, while the other is pulled and bent close to his chest. His head rests comfortably in his hands upon his lifted knee. He really did look beautiful. Your mind speaks out loud.

“Tomura… you look good. You look really nice in it,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the flowing water, wanting to not have to repeat it at your expense. “Thank you for coming out here.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it,” he faces you. “Huh,” he tilts his head to the side. “I guess you look good, too. I can barely see you through all the steam,” he pretends to squint at you and snickers at his own remark.

“Damn,” you laugh and shake your head at him, glad that some tension has been released from earlier. “So, are you going to come in?” you ask, trying to normalize the conversation. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“Maybe, I will... ,” he looks off into the brush of plants in the corner of the yard. “You have to do something for me, though. Turn around until I get in,” he says standing up to walk to the steps. “If you even think about catching me off guard-.”

“Ok, ok, Tomura, I understand,” you turn, holding back a smile. “Careful down the stairs, boss.”

“Tch.” You hear him step down from the platform; a pattering sound from the soles of his feet hitting the wet stones as he gets closer. His yukata comes off soon after, the cloth rustling and then being set down on something soft. He’d place his clothes on top of yours. His steps start again, and before you know it, one splashing sound after another comes to your ears as he walks through the spring water. You realize he’s fully in with you when the water starts to move around you.

You whip around to face him, not expecting him to be too close. But, he’s standing in the spring in front of you, the water wading around his hips. And he’s only an arms length away as you’re there in front of him, your body exposed. 

You gasp, but don't rush to cover anything. It turns out the closer you are to someone in the steam, or even the mineral water, the more you can see.

“Be honest with me, now. This is ok with you? Me being here?” he asks, forming an “x” with his arms over his chest. One hand resting on each of his shoulders.

“Yeah, I like it a lot, thanks for taking a chance on me… Do you enjoy it?” stepping closer, the water ripples against your skin.

“I do,” he says softly, you catch his eyes looking up from the body moving towards him. “I mean- I like how it feels.” One of his hands moves to his neck, rubbing back and forth as if to soothe him.

“I do, too,” you respond, taking another step closer. The fingers at this neck start to scratch, so you reach to his arm, placing a soft hand to the top of his. “Is this ok?”

He looks down at your hand, and then to your chest, which is nearly touching his now. He nods and releases his arms; they fall to his sides. You keep your hand on his neck, and tap his chin to bring him to meet your eyes. To your surprise, he leans forward and presses his forehead into yours. “Kiss me.”

You rush to his lips the moment he grants you permission. Pressing into them roughly, you both hold onto each other's bodies to anchor yourselves. His hands shakily move toward your hips to pull them in closer. Slender fingers massage into you methodically, he’s careful not to push too far before he knows your intentions. You run your hand through his hair, and then lightly pull once you reach the nape of his neck. 

Shigaraki unwillingly pulls away, “Ah, Y/N, so eager.” He runs his hand up towards your chest and tugs at one of your nipples. You groan deeply and then cover your chest with an arm. “What, I can’t pull something of yours? I may be your leader, but I’ve always thought we were equals.”

Heat rises to the skin of your cheeks. “I just wasn’t expecting it,” you lean into his chest kissing any piece of muscle open to you. “Tomura, can you do it again?” The air knocks out of your lungs when he presses into your abdomen to push you back towards the rocks you rested against earlier. You're stuck between his body and the smoothed stones as he takes your lips back into his, even more needy than before. You both breathe heavily through your nostrils trying to withstand each other’s yearning for more time locked together. A whine escapes the seal of your lips when Tomura brings his fingers back to your nipple. It pebbles as he rolls it in between the pads of his digits, and he continues by pulling it lightly to tease you. You moan against his lips when you feel a firm press against the inside of your thigh underneath the surface of the water. Shigaraki leaves your lips with a frustrated groan, and reattaches them to your neck. He suckles the skin in various places trying to find your most sensitive spot. He finds it beneath your ear after you cling to his back from just one press of his tongue. Your nails dig into his skin while you mewl out his name.

“Tomura, please let me touch you, fuck,” you breathe out. Your head spins from the steam filling your lungs and the sweet ministrations of his tongue and fingers flood your brain. You know you could only stay inside the spring for a few more minutes.

“Hm, maybe later.” he growls against your neck. The vibrations reverberate against your ear. “Go over to the pool steps.” You slide yourself out from beneath him, and walk your trembling legs toward the steps. They’re half submerged under water, so you rest yourself on the dry step with your legs pressed closed. Shigaraki walks towards you in long strides, a knowing smirk adorning his face. “Your body… you always look so nice,” he reaches out to you, caressing the outsides of your thighs as he stands hip deep in the water. You relax enough to spread your legs apart for him, and he uses the opportunity to put his hands on the inside of your thighs, spreading them even further. “Try to relax, Y/N,” he rubs soothing circles with the pads of his thumbs dangerously close to where you want him most. Shigaraki dips his head between your legs, looking up at you for confirmation to continue. You nod eagerly as you bite hard into your lip.

“Ahhh, shi-Tomura,” you moan out the second his tongue reaches your dripping slit. He massages his tongue into your sex, earning more relieved moans from your lips. He’s not the most graceful in doing this, but the stimulation makes you heave. As he continues his messy actions, they eventually cause your stomach to bubble up. “Shoot, you're gonna make me cum, Tomura,” you whine. He begins pumping your sex with his free hand faster, which brings you racing toward your climax. You huff as your orgasm hits you and moan out Shigaraki’s name repeatedly in pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N, turn over, get on your knees.” You immediately oblige and flip over onto the steps with spread, shaking legs. Electric aftershocks shoot through them, but you use the ground to balance you. Being upside down now, your juices drip down your thigh from your orgasm. You jump when Tomura reaches his warm hand to them and spreads it on the inside of your thighs. “I really need to cum, Y/N, please, let me fuck your thighs,” he begs. You hear squelching noises coming from behind you. Tomura rubs his cock with his hand covered in your slick, and pumps himself in preparation for your answer.

“Yes, yes, please!” you moan out. As you brace yourself, you feel his hips come to press rough against your ass. He uses his large hands to press your thighs together to form the most perfect, tight sleeve made just for him. His hard cock prods your entrance, as you moan out at each poke into your flesh.

“Shit, fuck yes, Y/N,” he hisses out from behind you as his cock slides in between your slick thighs. He humps into your body, rushing to get himself off after watching you plead for him for so long. Unexpectedly, the tip of his cock grinds against your sex as he thrusts, pleasuring you both in tandem. Tomura wraps his arms around your torso for leverage. His hard on pumping into you even faster while he breathes out “thank you’s”, your name, and “fuck’s” over and over again. The movements halter as you feel his cock pulse between your legs. “I’m gonna-,” Tomura growls.

Remembering where you are, you push away from him and turn to him on your knees. Your eyes meet before you bring your mouth onto his weeping cock; the tip flushed pink from being left unattended through your pleasuring. You take as much of his shaft between your lips and pump him the rest with a saliva covered hand. 

“Ugh, yes, keep going-,” his eyes widen while watching you beneath him. Shigaraki’s dick twitches in your mouth before releasing his hot load onto your tongue. You pump him through the rest of his climax, while clenching your eyelids and attempting to swallow all of that you can. You pop your mouth off of his cock to rest against the steps to catch your breath. Tomura climbs the steps to sit with you while running his hand through his hair.

“Did you do that so I wouldn’t make a mess?” Tomura speaks up.

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m letting that poor couple have to hear us be horny in their own establishment and have to clean up after it,” you breathe out, exhausted.

“I guess they did tell us to be on good behavior,” he says rubbing his neck.

“I want to do more of that while we’re here, though,” you smile up at him, glad to have finally fulfilled some of the fantasies you’d always had of him.