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I CAN TAKE IT! — tomura shigaraki x male reader
w.c: ~3.5k
WARNING: blood mention, wound cleaning, needles, medical inaccuracies, facefucking, fingering, creampie, dirty-talk, amab reader, use of the word ‘pussy’ to refer to the reader’s (ass)hole, face-slapping (1 time), shower-sex, degradation, perv!shiggy, slight himbo!reader
When you wake up, you expect sunlight peeking through greenery— warm, yellow rays of light that dance and flicker into your bedroom, through the swaying curtains and blinds. Warm, golden light that kisses your skin and wakes you up gently. It’s home. You expect the rustle of leaves, connected to strong branches and even stronger roots that dig into deep, rich soil, supporting the birdhouse you’d put up some time ago— now the home of a lovely bird family. You expect to roll over in bed, rocking gently beneath your warm blankets, and to shield your eyes from the sun’s invasion.
What you don’t expect is to hear a loud crash coming from your living room, the thud of footsteps as they scramble to move— the metallic smell of blood rushing through your nose. Blood that definitely doesn’t belong to you. And it’s not even three a.m. yet.
Your body tightens, hands curling into fists, just in case, as you step over the memorably creaky floorboards holding up your apartment. Your door is just as creaky, a loud wail of a sound as you open it to peek into the darkness of your living room. Your chest expands as you take in a deep breath for courage, charging into the darkness with nothing but your fists and… well, a dream. You lurch forward almost immediately, your knee bending uncomfortably as you fall forward, straight into something warm… and wet.
“Ugh…” You groan, scrambling for the lamp you think is to your right— it is, quickly inspecting your hands for anything unsavory. Another anomaly of the night, a man with long, white hair clutches his side, which is stained red. Your eyes flicker back down to your hands, also painted in the sticky, red liquid that’s clearly the cause of that metallic smell. You gasp, eyes opening comically wide as you wipe your palms on your exposed thighs, slowly connecting the dots.. “Jesus! Are you— Are you okay? Stay right there! Let me help!”
The hiss in response is enough to warrant the stupid question, the man is basically holding himself together as he falls apart at the seams. His voice sounds raspy and shaky, crackling as he presses his hands into his side. He must be trying to stop the bleeding. All fear evaporates from your body, dispelling into the air as you rush to his aid, quickly running through your apartment to grab the first-aid kit kept in the bathroom.
Under the moonlight, there’s an angelic tint to his white hair, and you have to swallow the nervousness rising in your throat as you move his hands, taken aback. How much blood can one man have? You shake your head, silently encouraging yourself as you pour peroxide over his wound, trying your best to ignore the way he grunts in response. You have to admit, for someone who’s actively bleeding out, he’s a lot more calm than you’d expected.
His lashes are long, resting against his cheek as he keeps his eyes shut. There’s a bumpy texture to his skin, from cheekbones and above, that you can’t help but want to trace with your fingertips. You clear your throat, pulling out a needle and thread to close the gap between what you assume is a stab wound, briefly searching for something that he can hold onto in case the pain becomes too much. How’d he get it?
“Stop fucking around,” He rasps, opening his eyes to look at you, for once, with vermillion irises that burn intimidatingly bright. You lock eyes for merely a few seconds, your lips parting as your heart does pirouettes in your chest— the adrenaline finally caught up to you. His eyes darken with something you’ve never seen before, and his hand squeezes your thigh with four fingers. “Give me the needle.”
Oh.
“Right! Sorry! I can do it,” You let go of a shaky breath, nodding to yourself as you line up the needle with the man’s skin, gazing up at him through your lashes for approval to continue. He’s already looking at you, gaze dropped to your lips as they open to speak. “I’m starting now, just a heads up.”
He sits through it like it’s nothing— and you suppose it is, seeing as the prick of a needle isn’t much compared to a stab. He even sits there as you thoroughly pack gauze over the wound, keeping it in place with a thin roll of surgical tape. His chest heaves quietly, but you can hear his labored breaths. It’s unfortunate, the poor man must’ve been in so much pain, so much so that he had to ultimately resort to breaking in.
Seeing as he’s no longer bleeding out on your floor, you can take time to inspect him. His throat has matching ridges on the skin, but they’re much more raw— as if they’ve been scratched over recently. His lips are pink, currently pressed into a thin line as his muscular body readjusts on your floor. Of course, he must not be too comfortable like this! But there’s something else… Something familiar about his face, his voice.
The way his fingers twitch.
He clears his throat, evidently very aware of your rude staring.
“Oh— I’m so sorry! I know it’s not polite to stare…”
“It’s…fine.”
His hand finds a place behind you, holding onto something you can’t quite make out at the angle you’re sitting at, but you can hear it crumble against your floor into a pile of ash. You gasp, heart lurching down to your stomach when he grabs your wrist to keep you still. Truthfully, you’re not afraid. More surprised, if anything. It’s cool, you’ve never seen a quirk like that before.
He sits himself up, thumbs to the sky as the rest of his fingers support his weight. Tomura has to admit, your kind nature doesn’t irritate him like it would from others, your genuine desire to help out a stranger— despite his looks— makes him want to keep you in his grasp. Somewhere the harsh reality of hero society can’t reach you, can’t taint you. You’re quite handsome, too, all boyish charm and comforting smiles as you warn him about getting up too fast. Maybe crushing you to dust would solve the growing issue in his tattered pants. All this just from looking at your pathetic face.
“Do you… You can stay the night, if you want. Just to make sure you don’t, yknow, die overnight.” You shrug your shoulders, sheepishly smiling at him as your body language suddenly becomes much more shy. You must not be used to other men in your home. Cute. “I have a shower? If you need to.. clean up.”
He tilts his head at that, seemingly weighing his options as his eyes take in the entirety of your silhouette. Despite only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, there’s too much in his way. You can barely see his eyes, covered by his white hair. But his cracked lips slowly curl into a smile, too wide to be natural, but cute nonetheless. He’s much too focused on the sight of his blood smeared in your thighs, imagining it’s something else. You beam back.
“Follow me!” So eager to please, you’re already marching forward to the bathroom expecting the man to follow. You’re too kind for your own good, don’t you know there are sick people out there who are more than willing to take advantage of that? “I never got your name?”
Shigaraki wasn’t exactly known for any impressive health records.
“Shigaraki.” He responds, locking the door behind him as it shuts with a satisfying click. Shigaraki looks at you like he expects something, lifting what’s left of his shirt over his head with one fell swoop. There’s a blue vein that erupts from his waistline and disappears below his belly button, barely visible in comparison to the v-line defining his stomach. You look away with haste, more apologies ready to leave your lips, when—
He presses his hand into the thin material of your shirt, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as it falls apart before your eyes. The cloth welts into the air before you can move to catch it, goosebumps spreading across your skin. Your breath hitches in your throat, stuck against your windpipe as you blink in Tomura’s general direction, and his expression remains unreadable— only for a second.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Tomura tacks on a saccharine voice, leaning forward as the entirety of his essence envelops you. “I need help showering.”
You want to chastise yourself for assuming anything other than that, but you turn on your heel to activate the showerhead with a curt nod. Tomura’s hand rests on the small of your back as he steadies himself, stepping out of the fragments of his pants and shedding himself of his underwear. His chuckle is dark and rich when he sees you so hellbent on counting the cracks and crevices in your ceiling, and it doesn’t stop him from tugging on the waistband of your boxers as well.
“What? Are you shy?” There’s a teasing tilt to his voice, racked with amusement as he grabs your waist between his thumb, forefinger, and middle finger. He steps into your shower, toes wiggling against the porcelain. You stammer on your words, looking slightly akin to a fish as your jaw goes slack. You make a sound similar to a ‘humph!’ lips pouty as you shake your head in defiance.
“I don’t usually help younger patients like this,” So you’re versed in the medical field. “ ‘Specially not any like…you.”
“Ohh, I’m special?” Tomura’s chest swells with pride, you’re obliviously lighting the fire right beneath him. “I should thank you for that, really.”
Your eyebrows shoot upward in question, but your trembling hands remain fiddling with your waist and, slowly inching the fabric down. An unintentional striptease, Tomura can feel himself stiffening up by the second.
“Got anything for erections, doctor?” It flows from his mouth like the water down his back, thickening the air as the mirror begins to fog. Your Adam’s apple bobs in your throat, swallowing painfully hard as your underwear pools around your ankles, and heat prickles your core like static from a radio.
“That’s— Don’t say stuff like that!” Your voice crack’s pathetically, earning a quiet purr from the villain. Truthfully, you thought about it for a moment, as if it were a genuine question. As if it was something genuinely troubling him. You’re much cuter like this, stumbling over your words as you shuffle into the shower and grab your body wash with shaky hands.
He takes the opportunity to stare at your ass while you’re turned away, red eyes studying the curve of your body and the dimples in your back. Perfectly sized to slot his thumbs as he fucks you from behind, pressing your face against the wall. Would you just take it if he asked nice enough?
It seems those decorative washcloths aren’t just for show, they’re just the right size and roughness against Tomura’s sensitive skin, and he allows himself to lean into the circles you scrub into his torso. You’re so careful, warm hands on his body as the soap lathers on his body, hot streams of water sliding down his back. You’re always careful around the freshly bandaged wound, scrubbing just enough to rid him of any blood.
You’re careful enough to maneuver your hand over his dick, too.
Tomura growls, low in his throat but barely audible over the sound of the water beating down against porcelain, his cock twitching. You’re so close, close enough to wrap your hands around his cock and pump the cum out of him. Close enough to hold him down your throat, silky, wet, and warm as he fucks your face like one of his wornout fleshlights. Come to think of it, you’d be his favorite one.
His hand is back on your wrist before you can ask what’s wrong, roughly shoving your hand down past his sternum, then his navel, where your fingertips brush against his happy trail, and against the sensitive head of his hard, sticky cock. Your eyes fly open in surprise, wide and cartoonish as his palm swallows yours whole, clasping your hand over against his shaft. Your thumb fits perfectly beneath his tip, caressing the sensitive area where his shaft lightly curves upward.
His cock twitches in your hold, heavy and thick in your hand as he moves it uuup and dooown, non-dominant hand clenching into a fist when you whimper. He pinched your fingers over his dick, bucking his hips forward to feel the heavenly warmth wrap around him over and over and over.
“Shig—!”
“Hey,” Shigaraki grunts between his grit teeth, freshly wet hair dangling in his face. “You missed a pretty big spot.”
A frown graces your lips— the washcloth was dropped the second your fingertips brushed his dick— and, sure, you had to wash his legs next but there was no longer blood on his body. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make arousal trickle into your veins, the man in front of you fucking his dick into your fist with somewhat disregard for what you had to say.
“Huh?” Is all you can trust yourself to say, knees turning to jelly as he finally acknowledges you as a whole, pulling your hand off his dick with a gasp. His hands find your shoulders, pinkies up as he pushes you down to your knees with strength you didn’t know he had. Your own cock twitches, wetly slapping against your tummy as you sit on your heels and stare up at his cock, cross eyed.
Tomura wants to grab your hair, hiss at you for making such a lewd face, even if it’s just you staring up at his dick with wide, bleary eyes. Water splashes your face, collecting at your eyelashes until it looks like you’re crying, fat tears streaming down your face. Fuck.
Much to his surprise, as if you get it now, you offer your mouth to him, a heavy pant escaping your mouth as your tongue is pushed over your teeth, and drool slowly trails off the tip of your pink tongue. It’s your turn to look expectant, your boyish face still so sweet and charming as you knit your eyebrows together, squirming under Tomura’s blazing gaze. A cruel smile spreads across his textured face.
“Are you— are you humping your bathtub? Just couldn’t help yourself, had to feel something on that pretty little cock,” He lets out an incredulous laugh, raking his hands through his pearly hair. His weight shifts, and his cock slaps against your tongue as you blink away water and tears. “Makes me wonder if your ass is just as greedy for it.”
“Say ‘ahh’!”
His cock is shoved down your throat without warning, pushed straight into your mouth until you gag around his shaft and make increasingly pitiful sounds, wet with saliva and precum. His dick fills your throat, pulsing inside you and leaving a salty, bitter taste that has your mind swimming— eyes rolling in your skull. Your eyes flutter closed, but Tomura’s hand collides with your cheek, sending you jolting forward on his cock until your nose is buried in his pubes.
“Look at me,” He commands, using his other hand to hold the back of your head for leverage while he fucks into your skull. Whatever previous thoughts you had melt away, eyes shooting upward to look Tomura in the eyes. You want to be good. “That’s it.”
His cock slides in your mouth with ease, his head pressing against the back of your throat until Tomura’s eyes tightly screw shut, and his hips stutter against your cheek. Drool pools between your lips and his balls, and you find your brain fogging up with the more praise you receive, nodding along and chasing after Tomura’s cock before he can completely slip out your mouth.
You whine, nothing but a thin trail of spit left to connect you to his cock.
“So desperate for it. Want more? Want it?” Shigaraki asks, though he knows the answer. Your nod is immediate, bouncing on your knees as you wrap your hands around the back of his strong, muscular thighs. Four fingers find your hair, gripping tight enough to pull you up, and Tomura laughs as you wail in sudden, searing pain.
“So noisy. So sensitive, too. Think you can cum on my fingers, boy?”
Shigaraki rolls his hips into yours, a loud squelch emitting from between your cocks as they bump and grind against each other, dribbling and mixing precum. You can barely stand, trembling thighs failing you as you grip his shoulders, an open mouthed mantra of ‘pleasepleaseplease’ and ‘touch me, Shigaraki!’ leaving your mouth until he’s forced to shut you up, shoving three fingers into your mouth.
Your eyes are wide and glassy, wobbling as your brain delays with your body. Your lips eagerly suck, tongue swirling around the digits as if it’s his cock, trailing the pad of his fingers like it’s the throbbing vein resting on the underside of his shaft. It takes a while for you to catch up, a sweet moan vibrating against his hand as you hold onto his wrist to keep him there, gagging yourself on his long, deadly fingers.
You could almost cum like this, desperately rutting against his dick like a puppy while he fingers your mouth instead of your ass, but the thought is ripped away from you along with his fingers. They’re quick to nestle between your cheeks, pressing against the tight circle of your rim until they sink in, slow… slow… Oh!
Tomura’s fingers reach your prostate almost immediately, white hot heat erupting in your stomach and blooming into your chest as he buries them deep inside you. Reaching deeper and deeper until real tears stream down your face.
“Oh, fuck. I was just kidding before, but you might be enough of a whore to actually cum from this!” His eyes are wide and crazed, full of excitement as you bounce back against his fingers, your hole fluttering and convulsing around them. You’re warm, with silky walls that feel heaven-sent on his fingers alone. Tomura barely has to work his fingers, instead spreading your cheeks wide enough to watch his fingers disappear as best as he can, roughly slapping the supple skin until it recoils against his palm.
“Can’t— don’t..! M’gonna cum, gonna cum! Wait, wait, wanna cum on your cock!”
Tomura pauses. He has every liberty to deny you, but…
There’s a continuous squelch of his dick moving inside the slickness of your hole, sliding deeper and deeper inside you with each sharp thrust. Your body jumps on his hold, your ass crashing down against his hips and thighs with loud, rhythmic claps that are barely anything compared to your nonstop stream of moans. Do you always babble like this when you take dick?
“Shi—Shiiig’raki, wha—wha’ ‘bout—!” His breath is hot against the shell of your ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive surface. “Fuck! M’cant, can’t—”
“Shut up,” Tomura groans, grabbing handfuls of your ass as leverage and squeezing until your moans come out much more strangled. “Just let me in, take it like I know you can. You were made for it, after all. Take this dick, I know this isn’t the first cock you’ve had in this needy boypussy.”
“Uh-huh! Made for it! Jus’ f’you, lo—ove takin’ Shiggy’s big cock!”
He snarls at that, low and predatory as he sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your shoulder. His back must be just as badly ruined as his abdomen, littered with scratches as your nails dig into his skin. He can’t complain, though, when your sloppy hole grips him like a vice, holding onto him like a lifeline.
“Hmmm, this hole just sucks me back in. A damn natural, bouncing on this fat dick.”
Your body goes limp, melting in Shigaraki’s arms as you absentmindedly struggle to lift yourself on and off his cock. You can’t tell if he’s taunting you, but he’s got one thing right. The thickness of his cock stretches you until you’re impossible full, punches up into your gooey hole until you can’t think, drool bubbling in your mouth as your limp body is fucked like a toy. You’re cumming before you realize it, your hand rapidly tugging your shaft and twisting around the tip of your dick, leaking like a faucet. Your hole clenches as you cum, convulsing and wrapping Tomura’s cock in heat as you shoot onto his chest, his dark nipples hard with arousal.
“Perfect cocksleeve.” Tomura grunts, Pulling you down on his dick until he’s completely buried to the hilt, twitching inside you as his balls tighten. Warmth pools in his stomach, hot and heavy as his straining cock is hugged by the walls of your ‘boypussy’, impossibly tight and smooth. He’s careful not to drop you, hips twitching as his thrusts grow erratic and shallow, drawing out a few more sounds out of you.
“Take it, take it for me. Keep me warm. Goood booy.”
Tomura fills you up, emptying his balls inside you until you’re pumped with his cum to the brim. His cum sticks to your walls, hot and heavy and thick ropes that cling to your rim, even as he slips his cock out.
He waits for you to catch your breath, pressing your back against the shower wall so you’re trapped between a rock and a hard place. Your expression is empty, nothing but pleasure etched into your features as you blink up at him, a high whine stuck in your throat. Tomura grins.
“Not done just yet. Gonna fuck more cum into this little hole, make it messy, you deserve it for being such a good fuckhole.”