#tomura.shigaraki

[fruitymimi]

Hii, um, this is my first time requesting something like this. I was wondering if you could do a kink fanfic for Shigaraki x Female!Reader, with 9, 13, and 19? Thank you! And I love your work!💖

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pairing; tomura shigaraki x fem!reader

word count; 2.2k

warnings; cursing, smut, degradation, tomura calls reader filthy and dumb, hate sex

kinks used;

9. Breeding

13. Degradation

19. Hate Sex

mimis thoughts; here the reader is overhaul’s assistant w/ a cat quirk, but i don’t think i really mention anything cat like?? also this is LONG overdue, as well as some other requests,,, im gonna try and get caught up

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“How the hell am I supposed to work with her?” Tomura groaned, throwing his head back almost like a child, “She’s always complaining and always says something about how I run my organization!” He ranted, his brows furrowed.

He spoke as if she wasn’t right in front of him. “It’s getting to the point of where I don’t even care about what Overhaul says. I want her fucking gone,” Tomura stomped his foot, crossing his arms.

Finally, Dabi had chimed in. “Shiggy,” he called, looking at him, “You need to relax and talk it out with her. We have to get this job done, after that, you can do whatever you want.” He whispered, reminding him of the purpose of her being in their hideout.

She sat back on the raggedy couch, a smile on her lips as she looked at him. She’d be lying if she said Tomura didn’t look absolutely sexy when he was fuming like he was. “Really? Am I that hard to work with, Shiggy?” She mocked the nickname, dragging her nails against the soft, worn out cushion.

Tomura snapped his head over to her. His pale skin was now burning red, obviously from how angry he was. The only thing keeping him from lunging at her was the League. He let out a huff. “Let me talk to her alone,” Tomura said, looking up at Dabi.

Dabi pursed his lips, nodding his head. He was in no place to argue, nor did he care about whatever Tomura was planning to do or say to her. He led the rest out, making sure they closed the door behind them.

After the door was closed, the silence in the room was almost sickening. Tomura was just staring at her, no signs of sympathy in his red eyes. It was almost like you could cut the thick tension in half with a knife.

“Well,” she broke the awkward silence, her eyes nervously scanning his face, “if there’s something you want to say to me, say it now-“

“I don’t like you.” he deadpanned, walking over to stand in front of her on the couch.

She tilted her head, her eyes forming a squint. “Well damn, tell me how you really feel, jeez.”

“You’re not that smart, you act like you’re entitled, and you’re a bitch.” he continued, taking the harmless expression to an extreme.

“I’m a who?” Her tone changed when he called her that name, her arms crossed over her chest.

“A bitch. You. Are. A. Bitch.” Tomura punctuated each word with a step closer to her, his legs caught between hers where she was seated on the couch. 

She looked up at him, flying to her feet to cancel as much power he had in that moment, a fast, thoughtless decision, really. “Yeah? I’m a bitch? You won’t do anything about it, though. You can call me a bitch all you want, you’re still bark and no bi-”

She was cut off by his long fingers clasping around her throat, the absence of his pinkie really giving no relief to the stinging sensation around her neck. Her airways were immediately cut, resulting in a choked out gasp erupting from her throat.

“No bark and no bite? Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” Tomura gave her a cocky smile, “I could kill you right here, you wouldn’t stop me, would you?” She could feel butterflies thumping in her stomach as she made eye contact with the villain. “You’re sick,” she snarled, her hand clenching around his wrist, “You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“And you’ve convinced yourself that why...?” he peered down at her, “I could do anything I wanted to you and not one of the people in here would bat an eye.” he pouted his lips.

She looked almost offended, “Yeah? Prove it. Do something to me.”

After staring at each other for so long, it was almost like instinct. Something you’d see in a movie. Tomura’s lips pressed against Y/N’s, the two sets of lips clashing against each other. 

Surprisingly, Tomura’s lips were softer than they looked. His body was barely pressed against hers, but he radiated so much warmth despite his cold demeanor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hands fall to her hips.

He broke the kiss, his lips bruised red. “Take off your clothes,” he told her, sitting down on the couch with his legs open. He tugged on her wrist when she was finished, pulling her to sit on his lap. “You know something, Y/N...?” he kissed down her neck, lips trailing down to her collarbone, “You sure did get undressed fast. Almost makes me think you’ve wanted this for a long time. Did you?” He raised a brow, his breath hot against her neck.

She put her hands on his shoulder to balance herself, her eyes fluttering shut as she nodded her head. “And so what if I was..?”

Tomura’s eyes flickered up to meet hers, “You’re still running your mouth? What a stupid slut you are. Open,” he tapped on her lips, his two fingers sliding into her mouth, “I’ll shut you up.”

Tomura pushed his fingers down her throat, abruptly pulling them out when he thought they were wet enough. He ran the two fingers down her clit, his lips attaching to her neck once more. He pressed the fingers at her hole, teeth biting down on the sensitive skin.

Her lips parted, nails instantly digging into his shoulder blades. His fingers sunk into her hole, a desperate moan ripping itself out of Y/N’s throat. He smiled against her skin, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“That’s fucking right,” he said, the sound of her pants and gasps sent tingles straight to his cock. He slowly began to move his fingers in and out of her, the slow and agonizing drag of the digits made her grow more and more desperate for him. “Barely got anything inside of you and you’re already acting like a fucking whore.”

The pads of his fingers curled, pressing into her sensitive spot. She arched into him, eyes fluttering shut as the sensation. She rocked her hips against his fingers, grip tightening on his shoulders. 

“I want you to beg for this cock.” he whispered against her, fingers not slowing down, “And I want everyone to hear you. Hear how you instantly became a whiny bitch for me, yeah? You’re already so desperate,” he teased. He was right, it was like her pussy was already gushing around his two fingers.

Tomura loved the way she got embarrassed, the way her hole fluttered around his fingers, how she let out pathetic whimpers at each curl of his fingers.

“I want your cock so badly,” she whined out, biting down on her bottom lip so hard she thought it’d bleed.  Had she not been so distracted by his assault on her g-spot, she would have noticed the way his cock pressed painfully against his zipper, aching to just fill her tight cunt already.

Tomura hummed against her skin. “Yeah? Say it again for me. I want to hear you beg for this cock,” he quickened his pace, tongue licking over the newly made bruises against the soft flesh of her neck. He swiped his thumb over her clit, watching her face twist in pleasure at the blissful feeling. “If you can cum on my fingers, I’ll let you choke on this cock while I think about fucking that slutty pussy of yours,” he said to her.

She clenched around the two digits, feeling her muscles tighten and then finally relax. Her orgasm came washing over her, pussy gushing easily at his words. She hated to admit it, but the absolute humiliation he put her through aided her orgasm, sending aftershocks through her body, down to her sensitive clit.

Tomura pulled out his fingers, “Fucking filthy,” he spat, “Get between my legs.” he demanded, finally unzipping his pants and slid them off along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, the angry red tip slapping against his stomach when the cold air finally hit it. “Open your mouth.”

She did as he said, feeling Tomura wrap her hair around his hand, lowering her mouth down onto his cock. She closed her eyes, relaxing her throat so she could take him deeper.

Tomura wasted no time, hips bucking upward to find a steady pace. He began thrusting into her mouth, his head thrown back on the couch as he let out quiet, choked out grunts of ecstasy. He loved the way she sounded gagging on his cock, the way she couldn’t fit it all in her mouth, but it didn’t stop her from taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips.

Tomura bit his lip, eyes trained on her lips. They puckered around his cock, drool pooling out of her mouth as she worked wonders with her tongue. “Open your eyes, I wanna see your face,” he said, looking down at her. 

She opened her eyes, tears brimming at the rims as she took his cock. 

“That’s right, good girl...” he fought a smile, his cheeks blushed with a pretty red color, “Suck my cock, show me how much you like it... Show me how much of a slut you really are.” he teased, pushing her head down to lower her even farther.

She did as he said, hollowing her cheeks around him, letting out little whimpers to send vibrations up his cock, maintaining eye contact with the villain above her. 

“If they were to see you,” he said in reference to the other villains, “They’d think you’re just a little whore. A filthy, nasty cumslut. You were made for this cock, weren’t you? Bet you can’t wait for me to fill up this pussy, can you? Can’t wait for me to destroy you and leave you breathless, huh...?”

She nodded her head, eyes looking up at him for pity. Tomura lifted her head, tugging her off of his cock. “Stand up.” he told her.

She did as he said, watching him stand from his seat on the couch. “Lay on the couch on your hands and knees,” he pushed at the back of her kneecaps.

When she did, Tomura went behind her, hands gripping at her hips. He lined himself up with her hole, tip rubbing against her slit to spread the slick around her cunt.

His cock sank into her, a sigh exiting both of their lips as he bottomed out. He didn’t exactly take it slow, as he wasn’t a patient person and it wouldn’t stop just for Y/N. He wanted her to feel like his slut, he wanted her to know that she was his slut.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” he said, loosening his right grip on her hips so she could match his pace, “Make yourself cum on me.”

She rocked her hips back into him, hands gripping at the pillows to keep herself balanced. The stretch of his cock felt euphoric, the sudden fullness satisfied her in ways she couldn’t have even imagined.

“Don’t you feel gross? Fucking yourself against me where everybody else can see... Bet you’d like it if I came inside of you, you’d let me breed you, huh?” Tomura slapped the fat of her ass, watching the skin jiggle and bounce with each thrust, “Gonna fuck yourself stupid on my cock, aren’t you? I want you to barely remember your name while I fuck this pussy, watch you go dumb for this cock.” His word were like acid, each insult going straight to her cunt, adding to the pleasure of his cock.

Each time he spoke, it made her pussy throb. “I want you to— fuck,” she bit down on her lip, a moan ripping from her throat, “I want you to ruin me, please,” she begged, cunt fluttering around his dick.

“How disappointing d’you think it’d be if people found out the villain terrorizing their town got put in their place almost immediately? How fucking dumb you would look if they saw you. The girl they’re scared of getting fucked until she’s crying ‘cause of my cock, pretty little cunt just begging to be filled with my cum, yeah?”

She let out a sob, eyes crossing as he rammed into her from the back. Tomura’s filthy words were almost enough to send her over the edge again.

“Gonna cum on my cock? Do it.” He said, no intention on slowing his rough thrusts.

She clenched around him, her release gushing out onto his cock. Her cunt fluttered around him, eyes crossing, tongue drooling out of her mouth as she came.

Tomura closed his eyes, helping her through her orgasm with his rough thrusts. He could feel his own release approaching, but he wanted her to be completely focused on his cock.

She whimpered, “Cum in me. I want you to breed me and claim my pussy as yours,” she begged, looking up at him through her lashes, “Make me your stupid slut.”

Tomura’s thrusts grew sloppier, his eyes slowly closing from the feeling. He came inside of her, painting her insides white just like she’d asked. He could feel her cunt swallowing in his cum, both of them catching their breath, calming down from orgasms.

After awhile, Tomura pulled himself out of her, watching the cum drip from her hole, a thin line of sweat beading at his hairline.

She laid down on the couch, turning onto her back.

“You know,” Tomura began, ignoring her pants, “I don’t think i’m quite finished with you.”