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chubbycelebs · 1 year ago

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Enjoying life (Harry Styles)

During the 2000s, Hollywood portrayed the best body type for men across the world is to have a toned stomach, bulging muscles, be in shape constantly and to be incredibly fit. This portrayal of male bodies made them spend hours and days in the gym pumping iron, running on treadmills, getting hot and sweaty and then aching from all the work they would put into their body, starving them selves of enjoyment. The ideal male body just became harder and harder for men to achieve that they began to go crazy trying to achieve it. They would take steroids and guzzle down protein powder and spend endless hours in the gym to try and get that body every man wanted to achieve to have the media deem them as "attractive".

Unfortunately even today male celebs feel this pressure to stay constantly in shape with the rise of social media and constantly on show. One of these celebs is fan favourite, Harry Styles who was one of these many men stuck working out all the time trying to have the perfect body. Constantly on a world tour, wearing revealing clothing meaning most of his spare time was spent in the gym endlessly working his body to its whits end. Harry's body was in peak fitness yet this never seemed enough for the tabloids or fans who still critiqued his arms or chest or whatever wasn't "perfect". Day after day he would go to the gym to keep his toned body in check but it still didn't feel enough for him.

He was quickly approaching the end of his tour however and Harry planned on going into hiding for a few weeks and take a rest from constantly being seen and judged and looked at. And that day finally came. He had finished his world tour with great reviews and many people saying he deserved a long break, and that he agreed on. Harry got back from his tour into his huge house in Hollywood and he immediately ripped off his travel clothes leaving him in his tight white brief underwear and sunk into his huge bed, quickly fell straight asleep.

Harry arose the next day at around 12pm having slept for hours. He stretched and yawned and then decided he couldn't be bothered to go to the gym today or even get out of bed for that matter. He just wanted to lay there in his comfortable sheets doing nothing. After about an hour of being in and our of sleep, his stomach began to growl with hunger. He looked at the time and realised that it was 1pm and he hadn't eaten anything all day yet. His stomach did a monstrous growl and he knew he had to eat something big and quick. He grabbed his phone and pulled up the first fast food place he could see and ordered everything off their breakfast menu. About 20 minutes later there was a knock on the door. Harry pulled him self out of bed and stumbled down to the front door, still just in his underwear. He opened the door still half asleep, grabbed the 2 large bags of food, tipped the delivery man and thanked him and then closed the door, quickly going back to his bed. Harry sat there and ate the whole contents of the two bags with ease. As he polished off his sausage sandwich he fell back into his bed. Harry rested his hands on his extended stomach, bloated with food. He hasn't been this full in a long time, years maybe. It felt good to be full of food, to not worry about if he looks bloated or fat right now, he just enjoyed the sensation of food. As he rubbed his stomach feeling his rounded torso, he felt a pulse in his briefs of excitement. He was confused by this as he'd never felt this way about being bloated and full, but then again he'd not been this bloated and full for a long time.

Harry spent the rest of the day laying around in his underwear, snacking on the odd bits of junk food he could find in his house. He could't stop thinking about what happened in his underwear earlier however. Was he really turned on by being that full and bloated? He had heard about people that enjoyed eating and being fed but those type of people were huge gainers, he wasn't one of those surely?

Harry spent the next few days doing very little. His routine had become waking up late into the day and spending the rest of the day eating and lazing around in nothing but his tight briefs. These last few days for Harry had been the happiest he'd been in years. He felt the pressure of everyone else leave him. He didn't have to worry about the fans, the paparazzi, the magazines, his PR team. He could just live his life how he wanted to and at the pace he wanted to and that was very slow and very lazy. But he enjoyed being lazy and enjoyed eating what he wanted when he wanted and enjoyed not having to work his body till he couldn't move in the gym. He had no desire to go back to the life he had had just days ago.

A few days of this lifestyle turned quickly into weeks. He hadn't cooked a meal in weeks, he hadn't put on proper clothes in weeks, he hadn't gone to the gym in weeks, he hadn't left the house in weeks but he had enjoyed him self finally. He had found a routine he felt comfortable living in and it started to show. As Harry tucked into his second burger for his breakfast, his belly, now much softer and less defined then the post tour body he had a few weeks ago, spilled over the edge of his shorts. His softer chest slightly deforming his nipples as he slouches, his love handles started to push down his shorts, even slightly revealing the top of his butt crack which was also due to his expanding backside. Harry had gone from ideal male physic to now a softer chubby version of that. He still held some muscle definition in his arms but a lot of his body was now covered in a soft layer of fat. As always, Harry polished off the last of his large greasy meal and leaned back on the bench he was sitting on in his garden. He rubbed his gut and let out a little burp. As he rubbed his belly, the usual hardness of his abs wasn't there, instead a softness and warmth. He looked down and saw his belly spilling over the edge of his shorts. Harry's face went warm and red as he put both hands on his bloated stomach. He was touching it in shock. He'd never seen him self so soft before. He started to panic about what people would say if they saw him, what the photos would look like, how he'd look on tour with a jiggling belly, how people would point out how big he'd gotten. As he thought these things, that same pulse in his briefs was felt. His large member grew hard and excited by the prospect of people pointing out his growing belly, his jiggling belly on stage as he dances around. He enjoyed that thought a lot and even thought about how it would be if he got bigger than this and he became even harder and even more excited by that thought. He spent the rest of the day eating and lazing around stuck in thought. He didn't have any commitments any time soon nor did he have to leave the house and be seen publicly. This sparked a thought in his head. Why not explore the possibility of getting bigger? He was enjoying his current lifestyle much more than the life he had before, why not give into it, see how far he can go with it? At that moment Harry ordered him self everything off the menu from the fast food place in town and spent the evening filling is softening belly with the greasy fatty foods.

Over the next few weeks Harry spent every waking hour of the day eating. As soon as he woke up he'd make him self stacks of pancakes or waffles covered in syrup and butter. He'd follow that up with a thick milkshake and then snack on cereal bars till lunch time came. For lunch he would order 3 large burgers and 3 large chips, chicken strips and cheese melts and a huge cup of soda. After snacking all afternoon on muffins and cupcakes came the main event: his dinner. He would go full out ordering from the finest restaurants everything off the menu. He would spend the rest of the evening stuffing all the food into his chubby cheeks and filling up his growing gut. He couldn't get enough of the feeling of being full. He loved at the end of the day when he'd lay in bed rubbing his big bloated belly feeling his softening gut grow bigger and bigger. He became so in love with this lifestyle that he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to. He had gone too far to the fat side.

As Harry lay rubbing his fat body he thought back to how hard life was trying to stay in shape just a month or so ago. He would spend hours in the morning training just to feel unhappy about himself but now he didn't get up till early afternoon and spent his days eating and growing and he couldn't be happier. He thought how other men must feel having to appeal to the standard of beauty when all they want to do is eat and enjoy life. This gave Harry an idea. He called his PR team to come round first thing in the morning to have a discussion about his next career moves.

That morning Harry arose earlier then usual. He quickly hopped in the shower and then put some clothes on for the first time in weeks. He noticed how his shirts clung tight to his expanding middle and how his jeans squeezed tightly to his juicy ass and growing thighs. He made a mental note to buy some looser more comfortable clothes. When his PR team arrived they did notice Harry's fuller figure. No one said anything, thinking he'd just enjoyed his time off that's all. Harry pointed them to his sofa and they all sat down as he stood in front of them. "I want to talk about where I want my career to go from now on and I want to stand for something that I firmly believe in. Before my break I was known as a very attractive and very fit man who had, some may say, the ideal body, however this wasn't enough for a lot of people and not enough for me. I felt like shit all the time. I spent hours in the gym trying to be the best I could and it was never enough and I realise now that it'll never be enough. That is why i decided to experiment with my life style, resulting in this." Harry lifted up his shirt to reveal his soft belly and his lack of abs. This reveal was met with a round of gasps from his team who hadn't expected him to get quite this big over his break.

"I understand that this," Harry grabbed his belly and shook it, "isn't what you'd expect me to do in my break but I have enjoyed my break, enjoyed my time relaxing and eating and feeling full and content."

His PR team all seemed confused and some now worried for Harry.

"What I'm trying to say is that I like this. I like being fat. In fact I want more of it. I want it bigger. And I want to show men that you can be hot and sexy and FAT. I've had enough of fitness culture making men feel shit about themselves. It's time for the fatness culture to take over."

With this a few of his PR team all smiled and looked at each other. They all agreed to follow through with Harry's vision and wanted to support him in his growth. Harry was so happy to get this seal of approval and to celebrate, he got the whole team a large order of take out to share (even though Harry ended up having most of it for himself).

Later that week Harry would make his first public appearance since his break. He didn't want to shy away from his new body, instead he wanted to show it off to the world. Show how proud he was of his growth. He had a custom teddy bear crop top made for him that showcased his round gut perfectly. His first public outing was a press conference that he had arranged to talk about body positivity. When he entered the room, belly first of course, the room all looked at him in shock, even a few people couldn't hold back their gasps. Harry took a seat as the paparazzi snapped photos of Harry Styles and his new fat gut. Harry smiled slightly excited by this reaction. The shock and horror on peoples faces made him excited to keep growing and showing that off.

At the conference he spoke in detail about how sad he was before his break where he discovered his love for eating and enjoying food. He said how Hollywood and the media put so much pressure to look perfect but why cant a belly and a soft chest with thick thighs and a fatty bum be perfect too. The whole room stood up in applause, some even cheered for him. Harry was so happy that his first time out the house was met with such positive reaction. He couldn't wait to show the world more of what he was made of.

Over the next few days Harry took part in photo shoots displaying his fat figure in fashion magazines. He gave interviews about his weight gain and how he loved it and promoted men to try it if they feel down about their current body. The whole world was talking about Mr Harry Styles' belly. The reveal was met with many positive people praising him for letting go and enjoying life. He even inspired some celebrities to join him in their exploration of weight gain. As well as positive feed back, Harry was met with some negative feedback as well. Some fitness freaks began to slate him for promoting an unhealthy life and how people shouldn't strive to be fat but should all work for abs and strong muscles and be in perfect shape at all time. For some reason this didn't affect Harry negatively at all. One morning, Harry was reading some articles about his weight gain and came across one calling him names like "Fatty Styles" or "A pig in nice clothes". These names made his member throb and he got very excited. Seeing them call him them names inspired him and pushed him to keep gorging and keep getting fatter. If they wanted him thinner he was gonna go bigger than ever before. Harry looked down at his gut and slapped it saying "you aren't going anywhere" and stuffed his face with a full burger.

Harry was blowing up. Figuratively and literally. He was doing photo shoot after photo shoot displaying his growing belly. He was the headline of every tabloid and magazine with his fat belly on the front of every one. The fat guy was literally everywhere. Harry also couldn't stop eating. His gaining journey became less about empowering people and more that Harry had just become addicted to stuffing his belly and he loved it. Every day he would eat enough food to feed a large family. Members of his team would have to buy new clothes for him every week as he couldn't stop growing. He would go for fittings but he would never fit into them a week later. His expanding body was constantly on full public display as well and he loved every second of it

The paparazzi would have field days whenever Harry was out and about. He would walk the streets shirtless stuffing his face with some fast food or sugary filled dessert. Harry loved the public attention he got from his huge jiggly body. Since he had gone public with this weight gain, he had continued to gain an excessive amount of weight. One reason was due to the fact Harry just loved eating and honestly couldn't stop but another reason was because of how excited he got from his expanding body. As he felt his waist line get wider, his love handles grow further out, his chest start to droop, this hips and bum grow outwards and his limbs fill with fat, he couldn't help but get turned on by it. He began hooking up with an old friend, Louis Tomlinson, who loved to encourage Harry. He has never been this excited by his own body ever. He loved filling his stomach till he couldn't move and then commit sexual acts with Louis. Louis even loved walking around with him showcasing just how big he was helping Harry become.

It had now been 9 months since Harry had first gone on his break and had gone from 155lbs to now 250lbs of fat. He had honestly never been happier or fatter in his life and he loved every second of it. One morning when he woke up after a large stuffing he got out of bed and went down to the kitchen to grab some sweet treat to fill his morning hunger. He accidentally dropped his fork as he went to sit down at the table. As he bent down to pick it up, his tight over stretched weight brief underwear split right down his ass crack. As he quickly stood up he ran to the full length mirror. He turned around and saw just how large his arse had gotten. It had burst the seams to his underwear and revealed his large fatty bottom. As he stood there he took in the rest of his body. He pulled on his love handles, rubbing his belly and watching it jiggle. He rubbed his chest and saw how his once defined pecs had softened and drooped into moobs now. Harry was getting so excited and turned on that he called Louis to come round immediately to stuff him and make him fatter than ever.

Over the next few months Harry carried on gracing the front cover of every magazine displaying his now huge figure. They wanted to show the world what had happened to the fit and in shape Harry Styles and Harry loved to show it off. He loved talking about his gaining story, how he felt better fatter and how other men should gain to feel free. Now breaking 300lbs he had officially become the face of fat and obese men all over the world. His display of gluttony and enjoyment of food encouraged so many men to go from fit and switch to fat. A lot of celebs like Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Evans Peters, the Jonas Brothers all had stopped working out and started enjoying stuffing themselves with food! Harry had really changed the face of man-kind with his unleashing and accepting his gluttonous behaviour.

As much as Harry enjoyed how much he changed how men percieved their bodies and looking after them, he much more enjoyed the feeling of his own and his own exploration into his gaining. He had never realised when he was skinny but he quite obviously had a gaining kink. He loved the feeling when his belly was filled to the brim full of fattening foods. He loved being teased and showcased by his lover out in public. He loved when he played with his own huge body but he enjoyed more when others would play with this jiggly body. Louis, when he came round to stuff Harry and relieve him, would always grab Harry's underbelly and jiggle it mocking just how fat he had become. He would show images of him from before his break and tell him how much of a pig he was for letting him self go. All these things made Harry absolutely crazy. He couldn't get enough of it. He'd sometimes beg Louis to mock him and play with him he was so desperate for it. Without realising Harry's desire to be empowering had also become his desire to be a huge fat hog and he loved it so much.

As time went on and Harry descended further and further into obesity, flying past the 300lbs mark, the past image of the fit and toned Harry Styles was a distant image. He had truly accepted his life as a huge fat hog now. When he went out and about, strangers would bring him food like hot dogs or burgers and he loved accepting them. He would stuff it all straight into his fat cheeks, making it not even last a minute. Some fans would ask to poke his belly or hug him as to feel his soft middle and of course Harry couldn't resist. Every so often he would get a male fan come up to him and say how he inspired them to get fat too. These moments were Harry's favourite moments. To see that he had not only made him self a huge fat hog but inspired other men to let go and unleash their inner pigs too, it truly warmed his heart. Harry was so proud of the impact he had had on men.

As his two year anniversary of his first break was coming up, Harry had decided he wanted to go back on tour. Now at 360lbs, Harry thought it was time to tour the world as a new man, a fat man. Just before his tour started however, he took a vacation on a boat for a week or two just to have a final relax. He loved putting on tight speedos in front of the paparazzi. It would showcase every inch of his hog body, putting it all on show leaving nothing to the imagination.

Harry's tour was a smash hit. He loved spending every night on stage, wearing barely enough clothes to cover his huge body. His fans loved it too, watching the giant man jiggle around stage. He would have seconds of his show where he would sit and eat food that fans had thrown at him to eat. He would show off his new shapes and curves by jiggling his huge gut for the fans to cheer and clap at. He felt like a proper circus hog, performing for food and to grow fatter. And that he did. By the end of the tour Harry had cracked the 400lbs mark. On his final show he thanked the fans for standing by him but more importantly for keeping him well fed and fat. He admitted he was worry about losing weight on tour but his fans made sure that he wouldn't lose a pound and instead gain 40.

Harry then end back home to his trusty feeder Louis. Louis was happy to have Harry back in his hands. The first night back he admired the work the fans had done to his piggy. "Your fans really know how to keep you well fed huh?" Louis said as he pulled off Harry's tight shirt. "But let me show you how I stuff my pigs." And with that Harry went back to being fattened and stuffed by Louis. This was the life he had always wanted. He loved being this big and loved every stage of his weight gain prior but he couldn't wait to get even bigger. He knew he couldn't stop even if he wanted to but he most definitely didn't want to ever stop being a huge fat hog.

This is a story based around AI images that I created recently. I have really loved writing this story and really put in a lot of effort with it. I have slightly teased other celebs in this story so if you would like to hear a story about their gaining experiences then please do let me know. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I loved writing it <3

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mossy-opal · 2 years ago

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Sweet Spot

Sugar Baby Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of a Bar, Mentions of Black Mail (against heroes), Mentions of Cheating (nothing explicit), Mentions of Drug Use (a hero using, nothing explicit), Mentions of Murder, Nefarious Plotting, Mentions of Smut, Prostitution (he's a sugar baby, you know what you're reading), Smut For Real

Villains were shifty in many ways, Tomura was taught that by his master for a long time. Villains had a large underground society, his master showing him everything he had at his disposal, so long as everything went according to plan.

But when his master was taken into custody, that was certainly not according to plan, he and his comrades were left with nothing. Not even Giran could help their lack of funds, the only thing they could do was rob small convenience stores. Even that was getting more difficult to do, with the presence of police and heroes increasing in areas they frequented. The yakuza wasn't the safest option for them, they were running out of supplies, tensions were running high.

Giran introduced him to something he could do for money, a small side gig to make a few extra bucks. After all, the villain world was vast, and Tomura was desperate.

“No, this has to be a scam-”

“It’s not. Old bitty’s are desperate for a young man nowadays, and they’re discreet-”

“I don’t give a shit.” He hissed, “It’s a safety risk, especially now.”

“I know, but it’s an option…”

Giran handed him the new phone, and he saw the site was exactly what he said. Discreet. No names, no pictures. He looked through reviews of some of the clients, how they complimented the work ethic and how easy it was to get a hold of some people. With the Yakuza deal being an issue, 'Overhaul' being a risky 'ally', this option seemed… Do-able.

So, he made an account. His first few clients were too scared of him, they expected him to be someone different, maybe someone lesser-known, or someone easier to talk to, but they got him instead.

He didn’t expect much, he was never one to be looked at as if he was… Attractive. Did he have high expectations of getting lucky with any of these women? Not particularly. Some of them were too old, just in need of someone to talk to. Their husbands cheated on them and they wanted to get back at ‘em, but never followed through. The younger women who asked for his services were shocked it was him, and if he did get to go all the way with them, they usually told him to go from behind, turn off the lights, don’t mind them if they moan someone else's name, don’t take all of his clothes off.

It only bugged him slightly a lot, but it made the league money.

He used that money to feed his league, good foods aside from junk, get them clothes they’d need, get Toga her feminine things, and so on. It was useful, he could easily lie about the money coming from Giran, and no one would ever ask him where he went.

He couldn’t imagine the humiliation he’d endure if they found him making his way to love hotels at least once a week. Sure it was dingy and gross, but he didn’t pay for it, and he got paid for it, so he couldn't complain. It wasn’t just women who’d buy his services either, he’d get men too. Due to the vague website and the lack of names, not many men would expect the leader of the League of Villains, but for enough money, Tomura followed the terms of his contract and swore to be quiet about it. Sometimes it was lawmakers he’d fuck with, sometimes people from the Commission, sometimes it was even low-ranking heroes he’d get to fuck. It didn’t matter to him, all that mattered was the money, and it got him plenty of black mail material too, but they didn’t need to know about that. Sometimes he’d be security for rich families in the underground, security for people at parties.

It didn’t matter.

He’d do what he needed to.

So when his next client refused to meet him at a love hotel, he got irritated.

When they refused to meet him at a bar, he got mad.

When they insisted on meeting at a cat cafe, he wanted to drop the client entirely.

This had to be a fucking joke.

But, he kept reminding himself it was for the money. It was for the league. The pay the client offered was something he couldn’t refuse.

The cat cafe was a late running one, so when he showed up and the sun was down, he was slightly surprised it was still open. Walking in, he saw someone wave at him. He looked around, pointing to himself, and you nodded. He shuffled through the cafe slowly, sure to keep his eyes on the floor beneath him, as to not step on any cats.

When he got to your table, you offered your hand.

“Pleasure to re-meet you, you remember me, right?”

He didn’t take your hand, sitting down with a huff.

“Remember you from what?”

“College of course.” You said it with a wink, and he caught on, nodding.

“Sure, remember our computer class… Why’d you reach out?”

You smiled, “I heard you do repairs now, you have great reviews.”

He hummed, this was certainly new.

“Hm, where’d you hear that from?”

You pulled out your phone, showing him a picture of a hero, and smiled.

“My friend told me all about you, said you’d get rid of any problems, real quick too!”

He smirked beneath his face mask, looking at you with sharp eyes.

“Sure I can… What’s the issue?”

Your wicked smile made him feel something, he wasn’t sure what it was, but he liked it.

“Just a bug in my software, I’m pretty sure it’s not a virus, but it’s a real pain…”

Tomura hummed, keeping his eye on your phone screen. He’d seen the hero before, knew he was a small time guy, pretty sure he’d fucked him too. He was sure to memorise his face, trying to make out what he looked like behind the mask, before he looked up at you. You were looking at the menu currently, your eyes scanning the words. You were pretty, and young. He wondered…

“How’d you get the 'virus'…?”

He asked, and you looked at him with a smile, “Aah, my friend borrowed someone else's computer and transferred some files to mine, and well, the files weren’t secure. Go figure, amiright?” You said with a smile, but you looked irritated behind the smile.

The bastard cheated, and on you of all people. Why would he go and do that? Probably fucked a fan...

Tomura huffed, he hated people like that and nodded.

“Any issues with your computer aside from the virus?”

“Thankfully no, I’m always sure to use protection, 'specially if I can't trust my buddies to keep it to themselves. VPNs, y’know~?” You said with a wink, making him actually chuckle.

Despite the small crime of “using someone else's computer”, Tomura wanted more information.

“I can get rid of it, but I wanna know… Any other issues?”

You smirked, shrugging. “Plenty, what do you want to know?”

“All of them…”

That was how you two met. You worked for the Commission as a paper pusher, "Damage Control" you called it, just running documents to and from different agencies, only making copies of classified information every now and then, when a hero assaulted someone, when a hero slipped up with drugs, when a sidekick got caught with a hero twice their age, so and and so forth. You were a beautiful well of knowledge, and you paid him for it, how funny was that?

You were smart to use code when talking to him, smart enough to cover your tracks with several different firewalls and VPNs, smart to keep your name hidden from him, only ever using aliases.

He knew you knew who he was, and as far as he could tell, you didn’t give a shit.

You were perfect for him, and he was certain to keep everything he did with you under wraps. Sometimes the information you’d slip to him would get to news stations, who would've guessed? It’d even sometimes end up in the hands of the police, how it got there, no one knew.

It was a dance he had with you, making the right moves got him anything he wanted, and you were happy to oblige in any way you could.

One day, you asked for his services once more, but you invited him to a bar. It was different, usually you asked him to meet you at places that were cute, unsuspecting, with low security and no cameras. But never a bar, much less an underground bar.

But, he was getting paid, so he wouldn’t complain.

Getting there was easy, getting in was even easier, and finding you was a piece of cake. You had two drinks in front of you, and when you turned to see him you smiled a genuine smile.

“Heeey, nice to see you death’s-head~!”

You’d always give him moth related nicknames, he suspected you just really liked moths.

“Why are we here of all places?”

You shrugged, “I haven’t had any issues at work lately, but I kinda like spending time with you, figured we could just hang out?”

He felt his face heat up with that, sitting on the stool next to you. “Not really my thing…”

You clicked your tongue with a coo, “Yeeeaah, but you’ve been busy lately, kinda wanted to let you chill out for a minute, y’know?”

Tomura shrugged, moving his mask to take a drink, keeping his head down. Even amongst other unsavoury types, he still wasn’t safe.

“I don’t really have that kind of luxury, you should know that…”

You hummed, sipping your own drink slowly.

“Yeah… But hey, at least now we can talk freely, yeah?”

“Tch, wouldn’t do that around here…”

You shook your head, “Not an issue, I know the owner of the place, he’s an old friend.”

Tomura chuckled, “Friend from college?”

You smirked, “Something like that~”

With that, the two of you just talked that evening. You kept paying for drinks and even some food, introduced him to the owner of the bar, it was a kind old man you called gramps, and he even got to know the old man. You two never exchanged your real names, only telling each other about interests and passions, you didn’t have a quirk and wanted to be a doctor, but ended up being a secretary of sorts. “Whatever pays the bills”, you said, and that really resonated with him. He couldn’t tell you much, but you didn’t press for information.

You never did.

The two of you started to hang out a lot more, without payment. You invited him to what he assumed to be your apartment, since it was filled with things that you would like. Cute plushies, horror movie posters, pictures of yourself with friends, moths and butterflies littered the walls in shadow-boxes. It was certainly your home. He felt special to be trusted like this, he was sure to keep you a secret.

He wanted to have at least a little bit of a normal life with you.

You paid him to take information and kill off small time shit heroes, hung out with him on your days off and weekends, offered him a couch to sleep on when he wanted.

He considered you a friend and an ally, even if he didn’t know your name.

One day while he was hanging out in your living room, fucking with your game scores, he heared the door slam shut and you run to your room, slamming that door too.

He didn’t like that.

Carefully making his way to your door, he heard you talking to yourself, throwing things and screaming into pillows. Tomura opened the door slowly, only to be hit in the face with a small plushie, hearing you gasp immediately afterwards.

“P-pepper- fuck I’m sorry I-”

“Why are you so upset?”

You blinked, wiping away your angry tears and shaking your head, “Stupid reason…”

He picked up the plushy and walked into your room, tossing it on your bed before sitting next to you.

“Only stupid if you don’t tell me ‘bout it.”

You sighed, shaking your head again, "Just- a lot of little things, y'know? I made a mess of my breakfast this morning, I got a message from an old ex about how he 'misses me', crock of shit if you ask me- I missed my usual train so I was almost late to work, I couldn't get coffee until lunch and then I spilled my coffee! It's stupid but- Ugh…. The last straw was when my coat got hooked on the door on my way up…"

You laughed, putting your head in your hands. "Everything's just too much right now…"

Tomura nods, listening all the while. He felt something during this, he felt good to know you trusted him like this, ranting to him about these issues. They may have been meaningless, but they bothered you, and upset you, so they mattered to him.

He snorted, "What ex? Thought you don't date anymore."

"Yeah, since that last hero I haven't been doing anything with anyone, been too damn busy… This guy was from my last job, caught him texting someone else and left him. Why, you gonna get him back for it?"

Tomura shrugs as you lay down with a sigh. He lays down next to you, "Maybe, maybe not. Only if he bugs you again, 'kay?"

You chuckle, "Sure thing…"

You two laid like that for a moment, your breathing slowed as your heartrate did, and you let out a nice long breath.

"Tomura…"

He jolted up at the mention of his real name, looking down at you sharply, getting away from you quickly. Why did you say his name? What did you want? Were you bugged? Was he really safe here?

"Hey hey, easy now…" You sat up and put your arms out, "No need to freak out I just…. When we're like this, can't we use our names?"

"No, you might be-"

"Bugged? What, you think I wouldn't notice a whole feather from Hawks? A chip from the Commission? Come on, Tomura, I'm smarter than that…"

He stayed silent, not wanting to say anything else until you sighed, making a move to shut off your phone completely before you started taking it apart. He could see all the components, the battery… Nothing was out of the ordinary.

You told him your full name as you put your phone together, you explained you had access to the cameras attached to your building and would always alter the footage to show a loop of your hallway. You had a routine anyway, so it wasn't out of the ordinary if someone looked at it casually. You explained you checked every document you ever got, you never took your work bag further past your door, and you never used the laptop they gave you at home, anyway. You sat back on your bed with a small smile.

"Are you at ease now, Tomura…?"

He let out a breath and nodded, but he was still confused.

"Why now…?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you want to use my name now? Why give me yours?"

You shrugged, "Well I mean… You sleep on my couch, I don't really see why I can't trust you with my name. It's not like I didn't know who you were or what we were doing, and it's not like we're working now anyway. So…"

Tomura sighed, shrugging. "Sure, I guess…"

With that out of the way, you giggled, and that made him snap to look at you. "What?"

"Well I mean… I was just thinking… About the site we met on…"

He felt his face flush as he started walking out of your room, "What about it?"

You followed him out of your room, "Well I see that it's usually used for… Heheh, other things…"

"Like what?"

"Did you get paid to have sex with anyone~?"

He rolled his eyes as he started playing your games again, "Can't say, contracts and all that, you get it…"

"Oh please, as if either one of us cares about 'security', so spill it! Any old women? Men?"

Tomura smirked with a nod, "You're not my first Commission client~"

You feigned offence, "Ah! I'm hurt~!"

You laughed, and he chuckled at the normalcy being regained once again. He told you about all of his clients and the different things he'd done for them, and even told you about the heroes he'd been hired by too. Those stories made your night even better, because you had worked as damage control for the heroes that Tomura Shigaraki had previously had sex with! You were delighted with the new information, and even happier he had gotten some pictures too.

You really were a dream come true, and now he knew your name, too.

•

Things got busy for a little while, and Tomura hadn't been able to take clients, or even visit you. He was fighting for his vision after all, and with the information he had, he had plenty of fuel for his fire. He couldn't help but wonder though, what were you up to these days? Had you gotten back at that ex without his help? Were you still busy with work? Were you still living in that apartment?

…

Were you worried about him, too?

Of course you were. You couldn't reach out to look for him, that'd be far too dangerous. You could get hurt, arrested, the possibilities were endless with what could go wrong. But you were worried sick for him, especially after the news broadcasted the links heroes had found to the League of Villains after the raid on the Yakuza, and the attack on that Chisaki guy, you were scared. Not for your safety, but for his.

You couldn't tell him, Tomura would probably freak out if you told him how much you really cared. Hell, you were freaking out yourself, every time you had a relationship it always ended with them… Finding someone different. It always landed back with you looking at yourself in the mirror with doubt.

You knew, logically, it wasn't you who was the weak link in the relationships, but with how often it happened, you couldn't help but think… What if it was you?

What if Tomura didn't reach out until you paid him? What if he only reached out because you paid him? What if he wanted something more from you? What if- Your thoughts were cut short with a knock on your door, and you carefully made your way over.

Tomura had never knocked before.

You peaked through the peep-hole and felt your heart swell, quickly opening the door and pulling him inside, pulling him into a tight hug.

It was Tomura.

He was shocked at the response, unable to pull down his hood or take off his face mask because of your viper-like grip on him. Soon you let him go, immediately throwing questions at him.

"What the hell were you thinking!? Taking his arms!? Don't get me wrong the bastard deserved it- But what if you were caught!? You haven't talked to me in like a month- I thought you got caught by police or a hero or you died or something! You had me so worried-!"

"You were worried…?"

Your questioning stopped as you huffed, pushing some hair out of your face.

"Of course I was…"

He was shocked, as were you. You thought he'd know you were worried, but clearly not. What, had he never been fretted over before?

"Tomura-?"

He cut you off by grabbing your face, pulling you against him with a kiss. You huffed into the kiss and moaned into him, gripping his coat while pulling him against you. He kept his hold on your face, letting your weight push him against your door as you kissed him back.

Oh fuck, you kissed him back. You kept kissing him when his eyes shot open to look at you. You. You worried about him, you cared about him, you worked with him, you- You kissed him back! You were kissing him, and feeling him up too, before you pulled away.

"Ha- Is everything okay…?"

He blinked, letting your face go as he nodded, "Uh- y-yeah…"

You smiled at him, "You stopped kissing me~"

"I-I… I-uh… Y-you…"

"Tomura… You don't have t-"

"No I want to I just…. This doesn't normally happen…"

You laughed softly again, "You've told me, but those hags don't know what they passed up…"

You kissed him gently again, "You're smart…"

You kissed him again, kissing his cheek and his jaw, "You're handsome…"

You kissed his neck, gently nipping him, "And you're definitely my type~"

He chuckled at that, groaning at the feeling of your kisses, and letting you take his coat off of him, letting it fall to the floor. His hands found your hips, gripping them tightly while you paid attention to his neck. He pressed his knee between your legs, pulling your hips against his, relishing in your whine.

"Ha… W-we should- fuckin' move~"

He said with another huff, gently pushing you away. You whined impatiently but nodded, taking his hand and leading him to your room. When you got there you didn't even bother closing the door before ditching your shirt, Tomura following in your footsteps, undoing his belt while you shimmied out of your pants. He didn't get to lose his pants when you pulled him over to you, kissing him again, your bare chests pressed against one another. Tomura moaned into your mouth, pushing you by your hips onto your bed. You both seperated with a small laugh, pushing your plushies off the bed.

He never thought he'd see this.

He never thought at the beginning of this that he'd ever meet someone like you. You looked at him with a smile, you cared about him, you helped him and supported his desires. He wanted to relish this.

You were admiring him too, his handsome face, his beautiful eyes and pretty hair. You pushed some of his hair behind his ear as you held his face. You didn't look away from him, didn't tell him to turn off the light, didn't tell him to turn you around. You wanted him, entirely, unabashedly.

He didn't wait any longer, kissing you again, pulling your legs apart to press himself against you comfortably. You wrapped your arms around him again as he grinded against you. You shuddered at the feeling, your arms moving from his shoulders to his hips, pushing his pants down his legs. He smirked against you before he stood, taking his pants off entirely. You moved up on your bed, before whistling at Tomura, getting his attention. He looked at you, and felt his breath hitch at the sight. You pulled your panties to the side to show him how wet you were, wet for him. He quickly shoved his boxers down and damn near pounced on you pressing himself against you, before pushing himself in, selfishly.

You moaned sharply, laughing breathlessly, "T-Tomuraa… C-careful~!"

He huffed at the feeling of you- moaning at how fucking good you felt for him. He couldn't stop now- Couldn't hold himself back anymore. His hips slammed into yours over and over again, fucking you like he wanted. Your moaning spurred him on, the squelching of your sopping heat making him groan and whine above you as he looked down at where he pressed himself into you. His eyes kept looking from you to what you were currently moaning over. His smile was almost unhinged as he gripped your hips tight, ploughing into you faster than you'd ever felt.

The look on his face alone made your heart swell as you gripped his shoulder and your sheets. You clawed into his back as your head rolled back, moaning his name over and over again. Your previous partners never seemed this desperate for you, never felt this close to you, never felt like they-

Your eyes shot open as you moaned out as you came with him, feeling him shoot into you deep, making you shudder at the feeling of being so full.

"Ha-Haaa… T-Tomura you-"

You didn't get to finish your sentence, as he pulled you over the edge of the bed, pressing your face into the covers.

"I'm not done with you yet."

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